<?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-446186360139163121</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:13:19.075-06:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Susan'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='CMA'/><category term='DGC'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>.:.Miss-Kriss.:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-3678869824696563586</id><published>2012-01-19T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:00:31.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Epic Fail.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I've lived a very sheltered life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me in person, you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you also know that I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that some things shouldn't be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they aren't very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ladylike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I will make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to share what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I received my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I believe the appropriate Urban Dictionary Term is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sext&lt;/span&gt;."}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as my luck would have it, it was from a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was accompanied by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quite the descriptive text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who does that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I understand that mistakes happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are miss dials and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GEEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a little proofreading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out with hello, just in case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I did not respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I deleted the text from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;...If only I could delete it from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic Fail, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-3678869824696563586?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/3678869824696563586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=3678869824696563586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3678869824696563586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3678869824696563586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2012/01/epic-fail.html' title='{.:.Epic Fail.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-2131625544396889467</id><published>2012-01-10T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:30:00.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.14.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPD2xuzYcRU/TwxHGk-Z4xI/AAAAAAAAD0c/AhB6gKfRuDc/s1600/r-ALABAMA-BCS-TROPHY-CELEBRATION-large570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPD2xuzYcRU/TwxHGk-Z4xI/AAAAAAAAD0c/AhB6gKfRuDc/s400/r-ALABAMA-BCS-TROPHY-CELEBRATION-large570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696005807047041810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/10/alabama-wins-bcs-championship-game-partying-arrests_n_1195730.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually try to steer clear of highly controversial topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;...Religion...Politics...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;College Football&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'll make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is great to be from Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Roll Tide, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-2131625544396889467?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/2131625544396889467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=2131625544396889467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2131625544396889467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2131625544396889467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2012/01/14.html' title='{.:.14.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPD2xuzYcRU/TwxHGk-Z4xI/AAAAAAAAD0c/AhB6gKfRuDc/s72-c/r-ALABAMA-BCS-TROPHY-CELEBRATION-large570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-1915934062732428654</id><published>2011-12-20T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:00:03.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Max &amp; Louie.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell by the looks on their faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61LUOfdyAo/TvCeFJwevlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4LVyoiQ0Xxw/s1600/IMG_5741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61LUOfdyAo/TvCeFJwevlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4LVyoiQ0Xxw/s400/IMG_5741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220140724731474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Max and Louie are absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKFt7nmmDgg/TvCeFuu0W_I/AAAAAAAAD0E/Mo7pj6sV1Eo/s1600/IMG_5740_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKFt7nmmDgg/TvCeFuu0W_I/AAAAAAAAD0E/Mo7pj6sV1Eo/s400/IMG_5740_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220150649871346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61LUOfdyAo/TvCeFJwevlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4LVyoiQ0Xxw/s1600/IMG_5741.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to wish you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpNmkhf4VQ/TvCpG7ChraI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/A6JxAIW6HFQ/s1600/IMG_5748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HjpNmkhf4VQ/TvCpG7ChraI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/A6JxAIW6HFQ/s400/IMG_5748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688232265761533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A Very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*They would also like to take this opportunity to make a very public plea that their mother never be allowed to visit Target unsupervised again...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-1915934062732428654?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/1915934062732428654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=1915934062732428654&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1915934062732428654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1915934062732428654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/max-louie.html' title='{.:.Max &amp; Louie.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F61LUOfdyAo/TvCeFJwevlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4LVyoiQ0Xxw/s72-c/IMG_5741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-885597253471737788</id><published>2011-12-16T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:00:00.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Bud.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good Morning, Friends!  And Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that there are 9 days left until Christmas?  Holy. Moly.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did the time go&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Christmas is (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and always has been&lt;/span&gt;) more about giving than receiving.  Sure, it will be nice to wake up to a few new baubles under the tree on Christmas morning....but that's really not what the season is all about.  And as I sit in my warm home, surrounded by my loved ones under the glow of my ten foot Christmas tree, I cannot help but think about all of the people who may not get to spend Christmas with their loved ones, those who are without homes, the children who Santa may miss this year....and my heart breaks into about a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty.  I have so much.  I am so fortunate.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did I do to deserve these things? &lt;/span&gt; [Nothing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each holiday season, DGC and I are very lucky to be able to participate in a few events and work with a few organizations to help (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it is just a small bit...&lt;/span&gt;) those who are in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite things to do is adopt a senior from the tree at our local CVS.  The &lt;a href="http://www.beasantatoasenior.com/"&gt;Be a Santa to a Senior&lt;/a&gt; concept is much like that of the Salvation Army Angel tree.  Except instead of a child, it is an elderly member of our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SXy5iNu_kTo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DGC and I always go pick out our Senior on the weekend after Thanksgiving and do our best to fill his or her wish list.  This year, we picked "Bud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPrPnkqekoI/TutorGtz9hI/AAAAAAAADzU/vgy5EuyIbPk/s1600/IMG_5761_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPrPnkqekoI/TutorGtz9hI/AAAAAAAADzU/vgy5EuyIbPk/s400/IMG_5761_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754044231808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to imagine Bud as a very sweet elderly gentleman.  Maybe he has family.  Maybe he has friends.  Maybe he will love the things that we picked out for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPn7_vFPC4s/TutorSZVxgI/AAAAAAAADzg/2ytvg-BNPU4/s1600/IMG_5764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JPn7_vFPC4s/TutorSZVxgI/AAAAAAAADzg/2ytvg-BNPU4/s400/IMG_5764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754047367169538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DGC and I loaded up all of his wishes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a few more surprises&lt;/span&gt;) and returned them to the CVS, and hopefully they are on their way to Bud to make his Christmas a little brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ubK2_0JeGo/Tutor-iZz0I/AAAAAAAADzs/42juxfUCvIQ/s1600/IMG_5766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ubK2_0JeGo/Tutor-iZz0I/AAAAAAAADzs/42juxfUCvIQ/s400/IMG_5766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754059216342850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that we had the opportunity to meet Bud and take him the gifts in person.  I'd sit down with him and talk his ear off...  I truly believe that no one should have to be alone on Christmas, and I fully support charities and other organizations that work very hard to be sure that those who are less fortunate feel loved...especially on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Merry Christmas, Bud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we will likely never meet you, you've touched our hearts more than you know.  We think of you often, and we pray for you.  And we hope you have an amazing holiday and that you know that you've got people who care about you.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Merry Christmas to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-885597253471737788?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/885597253471737788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=885597253471737788&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/885597253471737788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/885597253471737788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/bud.html' title='{.:.Bud.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SXy5iNu_kTo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-5862972378929569012</id><published>2011-12-12T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:00:04.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Christmas Cards.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSvMTg_wGFI/Tt_FgiykprI/AAAAAAAADzE/hZrmB9WHdEA/s1600/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Morning, Friends!  And Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that Christmas in in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS?  Holy.Moly.  Where has all the time gone?!?!  SERIOUSLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DGC and I took a brief little trippy-trip to Atlanta this past weekend for my office's annual Christmas party.  And it did not disappoint.  But I'll recap on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today is the day that I am going to officially unveil the official 2011 Christmas Cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much talked about them nonstop since the FABULOUS Apryl Murphy agreed to take our photos and design a little something something for us.  Well, they've finally been addressed and sent to their respective households....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and now I can show you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{.:.Drumroll Please.:.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s84OmgVl1nw/Tt-8fL5PF3I/AAAAAAAADyg/BNkSzR_rDpc/s1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s84OmgVl1nw/Tt-8fL5PF3I/AAAAAAAADyg/BNkSzR_rDpc/s400/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683468498719676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSvMTg_wGFI/Tt_FgiykprI/AAAAAAAADzE/hZrmB9WHdEA/s1600/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fSvMTg_wGFI/Tt_FgiykprI/AAAAAAAADzE/hZrmB9WHdEA/s400/inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683478417650263730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1cG0TAc2nE/Tt-8fkup5xI/AAAAAAAADys/N-grVL4--B8/s1600/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOFyhuGS0yg/Tt-8guPRqfI/AAAAAAAADy4/Cf1DJvsBij4/s1600/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mOFyhuGS0yg/Tt-8guPRqfI/AAAAAAAADy4/Cf1DJvsBij4/s400/back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683468525118794226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{The cards are a 5x7 fold, so you're looking at the front, the inside and the back.  In that order.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I couldn't get enough of the Christmas lights photos!  And would you guys believe that those were taken in a parking garage, of all places? Seriously, y'all.  She has THAT much talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I certainly would have loved to send each and every one of you a snail mail version of this year's Christmas card, I hope that this electronic copy will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas...from our home to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-5862972378929569012?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/5862972378929569012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=5862972378929569012&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/5862972378929569012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/5862972378929569012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-cards.html' title='{.:.Christmas Cards.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s84OmgVl1nw/Tt-8fL5PF3I/AAAAAAAADyg/BNkSzR_rDpc/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-913665986191632345</id><published>2011-12-07T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:00:06.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Dear Santa.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80FdpwvjNBw/Tt-FvQFmdBI/AAAAAAAADyU/bklN6zHvCEE/s1600/_6464917.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good Morning, friends!  And Happy Wednesday! Can you believe that Christmas is a mere 2 1/2 weeks away?!  I certainly  can't!  I need to get on my last minute shopping ASAP. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I've been a bit absent this week.  I've had a few things come up, and well, let's just say I've been a bit frazzled.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even moreso than usual if you can imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;) But no need to go into details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Because with only 17 shopping days left, it's high time I share a few things that are on my list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, I present Kristin's Christmas Wish List for 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahem...DGC...are you reading this?&lt;/span&gt;!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted a Burberry Trench.  I just think that they are the epitome of fashionable outerwear.  I certainly hope this little gabardine number shows up under my tree this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SYhz_AgR7E/Tt95lC6bqNI/AAAAAAAADxM/OSXCpsW76hM/s1600/081a66ea65d7951119bb396c9c54f7de142ecaf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SYhz_AgR7E/Tt95lC6bqNI/AAAAAAAADxM/OSXCpsW76hM/s400/081a66ea65d7951119bb396c9c54f7de142ecaf7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683394932108929234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://us.burberry.com/store/womenswear/trench-coats/london/prod-37619651-short-gabardine-trench-coat/"&gt;Burberry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Here's some useless trivia for you:  Thomas Burberry actually invented gabardine in 1879.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't believe me? &lt;/span&gt; Well, don't take my word for it...talk to my good friend &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabardine"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving right along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've met me in real life, then you know that I have an obsession with oversized sunglasses.  ESPECIALLY when those glasses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justsohappentobe&lt;/span&gt; designed by Mr. Tom Ford.  I've been toying with the idea of getting some shiny, gold metal frames for quite some time...and I am absolutely obsessed with these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80FdpwvjNBw/Tt-FvQFmdBI/AAAAAAAADyU/bklN6zHvCEE/s1600/_6464917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80FdpwvjNBw/Tt-FvQFmdBI/AAAAAAAADyU/bklN6zHvCEE/s400/_6464917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683408301583660050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/tom-ford-rickie-metal-sunglasses/3168130?origin=PredictiveSearch&amp;amp;resultback=918"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next on the list is a new bottle of perfume.  I LOVE a distinctive scent, and I've worn Creed's Virgin Island water for years.  Unfortunately, my bottle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isthisclose&lt;/span&gt; to being completely empty!  Please bring me a new bottle, Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQL4-toMXWQ/Tt964Kx1LAI/AAAAAAAADxY/_vrMpRt01lA/s1600/creed-virgin-island-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQL4-toMXWQ/Tt964Kx1LAI/AAAAAAAADxY/_vrMpRt01lA/s400/creed-virgin-island-water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683396360149478402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creedboutique.com/creed-universal-perfumes/34-creed-virgin-island-water.html"&gt;Creed Virgin Island Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I absolutely adore my Medium Agenda...but as the end of each year draws near, I find myself needing more pages.  It sure would be nice if Santa would bring me more gold-trimmed pages for my planner... I have a feeling 2012 is going to be a busy year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkvg24_fyvI/Tt-CmCAfXMI/AAAAAAAADx8/oXUdhmxuHNc/s1600/planner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkvg24_fyvI/Tt-CmCAfXMI/AAAAAAAADx8/oXUdhmxuHNc/s400/planner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683404844650421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.louisvuitton.com"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who doesn't love the gift of Yurman?  I love stacking these candy cables on my arm.  I already have a few, but I'm thinking that I need to add a little Peridot to the mix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54EkKK8AK2k/Tt-EFArnu3I/AAAAAAAADyI/JYgj25kG2E4/s1600/0409719582709R_247x329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54EkKK8AK2k/Tt-EFArnu3I/AAAAAAAADyI/JYgj25kG2E4/s400/0409719582709R_247x329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683406476382026610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306418050&amp;amp;PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446128180&amp;amp;R=712161357052&amp;amp;P_name=David+Yurman&amp;amp;N=4294912407+306569283+306418050&amp;amp;bmUID=jgo_3ln"&gt;Saks Fifth Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it's about time that I move up to a larger vehicle.  While I love my little IS250, I'm thinking that I need more space and a more "grown up" vehicle.  I think that the BMW x6 M will do just the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNZF4cqVcjo/Tt964sUrgUI/AAAAAAAADxk/6dHHB-BhWHg/s1600/image_b5c8b111-2112-425a-badc-381495795a83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNZF4cqVcjo/Tt964sUrgUI/AAAAAAAADxk/6dHHB-BhWHg/s400/image_b5c8b111-2112-425a-badc-381495795a83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683396369154015554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bmwusa.com/standard/content/vehicles/2012/m/x6m/default.aspx"&gt;BMW X6 M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHA.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riiiight&lt;/span&gt;.  While I do love this amazing driving machine, I don't think that we have an extra $90k lying around...so I've set my sights on something smaller and more affordable:  The Range Rover Evoque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoE9anVU9Nk/Tt964110igI/AAAAAAAADx0/_-tCBi69-Oc/s1600/land_rover_evoque_pr-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoE9anVU9Nk/Tt964110igI/AAAAAAAADx0/_-tCBi69-Oc/s400/land_rover_evoque_pr-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683396371708938754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landrover.com/us/en/rr/range-rover-evoque/"&gt;Range Rover Evoque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've loved this beauty since DGC made me watch the Top Gear episode where it was featured.  Do you know that Victoria Beckham actually consulted on the interior design of the vehicle?  Seriously.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do I sign up?&lt;/span&gt;  We went and checked them out at the Range Rover dealership in Brentwood this weekend, and I have to admit that they look much better in person than they do in the photos. Love, love LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'd love a few gift cards to iTunes, Starbucks, Target...the Container Store...Restoration Hardware...you know...the usual! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, friends!  Those are definitely just a few of the things that I am lusting after this year. How about you?  Have you set your sights on anything special? I'd love to hear about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday, y'all! Hope it's a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Countdown to Christmas:&lt;/span&gt; 18 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-913665986191632345?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/913665986191632345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=913665986191632345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/913665986191632345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/913665986191632345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html' title='{.:.Dear Santa.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SYhz_AgR7E/Tt95lC6bqNI/AAAAAAAADxM/OSXCpsW76hM/s72-c/081a66ea65d7951119bb396c9c54f7de142ecaf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-1410542533166736637</id><published>2011-12-03T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:16:02.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Check It Out.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTWuX9Kayg/TtpYfLZ7IlI/AAAAAAAADwo/z3LUACkBdV8/s1600/207140_1973002527351_1311675369_2333416_6962883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well hello there!  And Happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I don't usually post on Saturdays, but there are a couple of things that I didn't want you guys to miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the agenda: &lt;a href="http://lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/"&gt; Soulmatey&lt;/a&gt; is having a Shabby Apple giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2ch2xs15F0/TtpWMZPchdI/AAAAAAAADwc/_cKX6678Rzc/s1600/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2ch2xs15F0/TtpWMZPchdI/AAAAAAAADwc/_cKX6678Rzc/s400/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681948650815391186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{Click &lt;a href="http://lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/2011/11/giveaway-time.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to enter!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a new friend, then you may be wondering what in the world a "Soulmatey" is.  Well, I would really love to tell you...but the truth is...I'm having a bit of trouble remembering how we came up with the name.  I think it involved late night texting and autocorrect.  Either way, Katie is my virtual BFF.  We've never met in person, though she and DGC did attend the same college in Texas for undergrad. Either way, we pretty much came to the conclusion that blogger is kind of like match.com for friends.  She's one of the sweetest, funniest and wittiest people that I have ever met. And she's an amazing mom to little C!  So, if you don't read her blog already, then you should definitely check it out.  Especially this weekend because you've only got TWO days left to enter the giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dear friend T is blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTWuX9Kayg/TtpYfLZ7IlI/AAAAAAAADwo/z3LUACkBdV8/s1600/207140_1973002527351_1311675369_2333416_6962883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTWuX9Kayg/TtpYfLZ7IlI/AAAAAAAADwo/z3LUACkBdV8/s400/207140_1973002527351_1311675369_2333416_6962883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681951172542014034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, guys!  You would LOVE her!  T and her (now) husband B were the first people that I met when I moved to Nashville four years ago, and were our next door neighbors for years!  She has the biggest heart of anyone that  I have ever met, and she's pretty much gorgeous.  And...she and B have some exciting news to share.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank goodness that I don't have to keep it a secret anymore!!&lt;/span&gt;)  So be sure to stop by and say hello to my dear friend! --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://littlemisssouthernloves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Miss Southern Loves&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I think that pretty much does it for today.  Hope you all check these blogs out and that you love these two ladies as much as I do!  Have a great Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Countdown to Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-1410542533166736637?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/1410542533166736637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=1410542533166736637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1410542533166736637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1410542533166736637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/check-it-out.html' title='{.:.Check It Out.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2ch2xs15F0/TtpWMZPchdI/AAAAAAAADwc/_cKX6678Rzc/s72-c/necklaceshabbyapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-3741452763300760027</id><published>2011-12-01T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:48:06.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Hap, Happiest Season of All.:.}</title><content type='html'>It's the most wonderful time of the year.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December 1st.&lt;/span&gt;  And Christmas is just around the corner.  The stockings have been hung.  The trees have been trimmed.  And the C house pretty much looks like Christmas threw up all over it.  It's kind of amazing, actually.  I'm like Clark Griswold in a condo.  Seriously.  So many lights up in this place (inside AND out, ya'll. I do not discriminate) that I think the fine people at NES are thanking me for their Christmas bonuses this year.  YOU'RE WELCOME, Fine People of Nashville Electric!  Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas.  If I haven't already made that evident. I'm like...well, a kid on Christmas Morning, pretty much.  Except I'm like that the entire month of December. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And most of October and all of November....who am I kidding?!...&lt;/span&gt;)  Christmas carols blaring and a skinny peppermint latte in hand (not a mocha, people, those are far too sweet for me), and it really is the most wonderful time of the year! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Christmas...&lt;a href="http://www.miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/sneak-peek.html"&gt;Last week&lt;/a&gt;, I told you about the fabulous Christmas photoshoot that DGC and I had with the ever so talented Apryl Murphy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the official Christmas cards have been ordered and are [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;] being printed as we speak....I thought I'd go ahead and share some of the photos that didn't make the card this year, but were definitely favorites and in the running....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3vUjF1hxFs/TtbLgmyB_NI/AAAAAAAADwQ/ch8NagcNHV0/s1600/390316_10150385334956526_510416525_8970759_18708584_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3vUjF1hxFs/TtbLgmyB_NI/AAAAAAAADwQ/ch8NagcNHV0/s400/390316_10150385334956526_510416525_8970759_18708584_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680951741001104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5a4En05xYQ8/TtbKp0prcII/AAAAAAAADvg/kvrFuA5Coyw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5a4En05xYQ8/TtbKp0prcII/AAAAAAAADvg/kvrFuA5Coyw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680950799831363714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzEvBdev3Jk/TtbKqXgCu9I/AAAAAAAADv4/Uv3zXE-dXfI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EzEvBdev3Jk/TtbKqXgCu9I/AAAAAAAADv4/Uv3zXE-dXfI/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680950809186188242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBIAlraBYbE/TtbKqKNn6mI/AAAAAAAADvo/Fis_w6zHoJ0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBIAlraBYbE/TtbKqKNn6mI/AAAAAAAADvo/Fis_w6zHoJ0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680950805619272290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All photos copyright &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/kocantrell#%21/pages/Apryl-Murphy-Photography/128578360530605"&gt;Apryl Murphy Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clean up kind of nice, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, these photos are awesome because of Apryl...not because of anything that we did.  I can't begin to tell you how much I love her! I am continually amazed that the beautiful ideas that she comes up with and the art that she creates. If you're in North Alabama or Southern Tennessee and looking for a photographer, I give her my highest recommendation.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no, she isn't paying me for that plug.  In fact, she doesn't even know I am blogging about her awesomeness...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share the final Christmas cards with you as soon as they are ready!  They are kind of amazing, actually.  I typically go all out on Christmas cards (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everything else Christmas-related...I'm kind of an over-the-top kinda girl, if you haven't noticed...&lt;/span&gt;), but this year's is hands down, my favorite so far! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys send out Christmas cards?  I've been seeing a few amazing deals flying around the internet over the last few weeks for some super cute cards!  Did any of you get an amazing deal?  If so, let me know all the details!  I'm always up for finding new deals!  Besides, it's never too early to start on Christmas Cards for 2012! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy First Day of December, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Countdown to Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-3741452763300760027?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/3741452763300760027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=3741452763300760027&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3741452763300760027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3741452763300760027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/12/hap-happiest-season-of-all.html' title='{.:.Hap, Happiest Season of All.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3vUjF1hxFs/TtbLgmyB_NI/AAAAAAAADwQ/ch8NagcNHV0/s72-c/390316_10150385334956526_510416525_8970759_18708584_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-783904158075965810</id><published>2011-11-30T15:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:33:53.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Day of Thanks.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RFAeCMZyAI/TtafdI-h3KI/AAAAAAAADvU/Uk0aeJFeZdY/s1600/tc3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Afternoon, Friends...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Humpday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is - nearly a week after Thanksgiving, and I am just now getting around to telling you about our day of Thanks, which, by the way, was absolutely spectacular.  And incredibly low key.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which I appreciated more than I could even begin to convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning, DGC and I woke up before sunrise and made our way over to Belle Meade Boulevard for the &lt;a href="http://boulevardbolt.org/"&gt;Boulevard Bolt&lt;/a&gt;.  This annual race takes place each year on Thanksgiving day, with the&lt;a href="http://boulevardbolt.org/beneficiaries.html"&gt; proceeds used to directly help Nashville's homeless population&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QZ5Fi_Fbic/TtacVGi3WfI/AAAAAAAADuw/uU4dYEOpkWM/s1600/bb4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QZ5Fi_Fbic/TtacVGi3WfI/AAAAAAAADuw/uU4dYEOpkWM/s400/bb4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680899866322491890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 8,200 people came out bright and early on Thanksgiving morning and ran/walked the 5 mile course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2SkooRrLgQ/TtacT036qdI/AAAAAAAADuY/_-mU7BaBwGo/s1600/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q2SkooRrLgQ/TtacT036qdI/AAAAAAAADuY/_-mU7BaBwGo/s400/bb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680899844399081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay...let's change the subject for .5 seconds, shall we?  And discuss a little something that I saw taking place at this Bolt.  Okay, so I know that barefoot running is the new "in" thing these days, but I couldn't help snapping this photo while simultaneously wondering - IS THIS GUY FOR REAL?  I would be far too worried about broken glass, frostbite, someone stepping on my toes, HEPATITIS, etc....but hey, to each his own! Yay for him for braving the elements...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tn-58ZyAOEM/TtacUYZp_bI/AAAAAAAADuk/v8Y5lx15AJ4/s1600/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tn-58ZyAOEM/TtacUYZp_bI/AAAAAAAADuk/v8Y5lx15AJ4/s400/bb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680899853935836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect morning for a run.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chilly and dry.&lt;/span&gt;  Once I finally broke free, I was actually able to run at a pretty decent pace.  I opted out of the official timing chip since there were only a limited number available and instead kept my own time with my Nike + GPS app on my iPhone.  {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE this app, by the way. Do any of you have it?  If so, what do you think about it?&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm no professional runner or anything, I do enjoy walking away from a race feeling like I did the best that I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, DGC and I set three goals for ourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  Run the entire race with no walking;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Finish in under 50 minutes; and&lt;br /&gt;(3) Not fall on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that both DGC and I met all three of our goals.  {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although I had a few close calls with #3.  I'm telling you, I am quite possibly the world's clumsiest individual.  I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm 5'10 and wear a size 7 shoe.  It think that makes me top heavy.  And not in the good way, if you know what I'm saying...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-XnCwiku_c/TtacTgsjspI/AAAAAAAADuM/NfVlbaGUqWc/s1600/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-XnCwiku_c/TtacTgsjspI/AAAAAAAADuM/NfVlbaGUqWc/s400/bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680899838982730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, we came home and showered before heading to The Susan's for a delicious and low key Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my usual Turkey cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLvnVuQyXOc/Ttad7NIPZXI/AAAAAAAADu8/2UCc1CIaJHE/s1600/tc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLvnVuQyXOc/Ttad7NIPZXI/AAAAAAAADu8/2UCc1CIaJHE/s400/tc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680901620436526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am proud to report that it stood without falling apart (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;) this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FsMs5NVjjA/Ttad7YKCd1I/AAAAAAAADvM/3iDbvdSOe0Y/s1600/tc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--FsMs5NVjjA/Ttad7YKCd1I/AAAAAAAADvM/3iDbvdSOe0Y/s400/tc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680901623396857682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Willams Sonoma, for providing me with a fool-proof, yet impressive Thanksgiving dessert!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought this fabulous tray of cookies from Gretchen, who is pretty much the Cookie guru.  Seriously, if you're in Nash and ever need cakes or cookies,&lt;a href="http://sweetgtreats.com/"&gt; Sweet G&lt;/a&gt; will hook you up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RFAeCMZyAI/TtafdI-h3KI/AAAAAAAADvU/Uk0aeJFeZdY/s1600/tc3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RFAeCMZyAI/TtafdI-h3KI/AAAAAAAADvU/Uk0aeJFeZdY/s400/tc3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680903302949231778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed home and watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Charlie_Brown_Thanksgiving"&gt;A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt; before counting our blessings and then falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super exciting, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, we both realize that we have so much to be thankful for this year.  2011 has brought about some exciting changes and equally as stressful challenges.  Through it all, though, we've had the continuous love and support of our family and our friends.  And we can't begin to tell you how much that means to us.  So on Thanksgiving, and every other day, we were completely humbled and eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, I am thankful for each and every one of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Day of Thanks, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-783904158075965810?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/783904158075965810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=783904158075965810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/783904158075965810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/783904158075965810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-of-thanks.html' title='{.:.Day of Thanks.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_QZ5Fi_Fbic/TtacVGi3WfI/AAAAAAAADuw/uU4dYEOpkWM/s72-c/bb4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-1410531583888242416</id><published>2011-11-21T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:47:34.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Sneak Peek.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INfjaF6zF2s/TspluJaAuFI/AAAAAAAADsQ/tAA3_d55ers/s1600/026-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Morning, Friends!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had lovely weekends and are ready for a short week this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is Thanksgiving on Thursday?!  Where did this year go?!?!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned last week, DGC and I had our Christmas Card photo shoot with the ever so fabulous &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Apryl-Murphy-Photography/128578360530605"&gt;Apryl Murphy&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;After agonizing for days, I played eenie-meeie-minie-moe in our closets until I landed on something non-hideous.&lt;/s&gt; I made a game time decision about our wardrobe choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DGC wore a black suit and a gorgeous deep cranberry and black plaid Ted Baker shirt.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tie&lt;/span&gt;.  I wore a deep crimson cashmere number by Elie Tahari with black tights and tall boots.  We coordinated, but were not matchy-matchy, if that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm neurotic about those sorts of things. But at this point, you really shouldn't be surprised&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apryl got some amazing shots, including a last minute snap in a parking garage that just may be my favorite photo of DGC and me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;! Top five for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will grace the front of this year's Christmas card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not going to show that one (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;), I will show you guys a little sneak peek from our shoot this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INfjaF6zF2s/TspluJaAuFI/AAAAAAAADsQ/tAA3_d55ers/s1600/026-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INfjaF6zF2s/TspluJaAuFI/AAAAAAAADsQ/tAA3_d55ers/s400/026-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677462123727337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean, is she good or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just wait until you see the rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out the size of my hair!  I love big hair, ya'll.  Though I can't really take credit for it.  Dawn, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who is pretty much the Hair Whisperer&lt;/span&gt;, helped a sister out on Saturday morning...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She also did my hair for the CMA Awards a couple weeks ago...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continuously amazed at how talented &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Apryl-Murphy-Photography/128578360530605"&gt;Apryl&lt;/a&gt; is, and consider myself incredibly fortunate to have such an amazing photographer, and more importantly, a wonderful friend in my life.  If you're in North Alabama and looking for a photographer, I highly recommend that you guys look her up.  I mean, if she can make us look that good, then she's pretty much a miracle worker in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-1410531583888242416?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/1410531583888242416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=1410531583888242416&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1410531583888242416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1410531583888242416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/sneak-peek.html' title='{.:.Sneak Peek.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INfjaF6zF2s/TspluJaAuFI/AAAAAAAADsQ/tAA3_d55ers/s72-c/026-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-9006748999162800430</id><published>2011-11-18T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:32:05.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Confession.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I typically don't get into pop culture phenomenons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen or read Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've also never seen Lord of the Rings, Star Wars or even Grease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pride myself on these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at me - Stronger than the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this confession is so humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So shameful.  So humbling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, here goes nothing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, DGC and I watched this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDqA_NtctJ4/TsZ0FmMqjWI/AAAAAAAADrI/uraXMSk_D8g/s1600/MV5BMTQ2NzUxMTAxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzEyMTIwMg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDqA_NtctJ4/TsZ0FmMqjWI/AAAAAAAADrI/uraXMSk_D8g/s400/MV5BMTQ2NzUxMTAxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzEyMTIwMg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676352019848924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{.:.Gasp!.:.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we watched this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgh2c5xp4h4/TsZ1Sei3JqI/AAAAAAAADrU/KvQrl7n3CXs/s1600/MV5BMTI3MjE3NDIxNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM3NTY5Mg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR0%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgh2c5xp4h4/TsZ1Sei3JqI/AAAAAAAADrU/KvQrl7n3CXs/s400/MV5BMTI3MjE3NDIxNF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM3NTY5Mg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR0%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676353340644468386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1259571/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;And I liked that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Say it isn't so!.:.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, we will likely watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2zkYN2bVk4/TsZ1mSiBcvI/AAAAAAAADrg/cs5VBd59BDU/s1600/MV5BNDMwNjAzNzYwOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDY5NzcyMw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR0%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2zkYN2bVk4/TsZ1mSiBcvI/AAAAAAAADrg/cs5VBd59BDU/s400/MV5BNDMwNjAzNzYwOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDY5NzcyMw%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR0%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676353681017107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1325004/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because, you know, I bought the three part set on iTunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Oh the horror!.:.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'm even considering dragging DGC to one of the weekend showings of this:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjhwnkdm-38/TsZyWpnN_LI/AAAAAAAADq8/vqChjMbF-fg/s1600/BreakingdawnMTI_MM_cvr-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjhwnkdm-38/TsZyWpnN_LI/AAAAAAAADq8/vqChjMbF-fg/s400/BreakingdawnMTI_MM_cvr-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676350113800125618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetwilightsaga.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;via}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Nooooo!.:.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;I caved. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;that happened&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Oh Em Gee, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;They Sparkle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsUK_N0BDMU/TsZ3mK5BxZI/AAAAAAAADrs/2An85XRMKgc/s1600/Edward_Cullen_in_the_sunlight_by_sprite_peeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsUK_N0BDMU/TsZ3mK5BxZI/AAAAAAAADrs/2An85XRMKgc/s400/Edward_Cullen_in_the_sunlight_by_sprite_peeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676355877989369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://amberargyle.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-some-character-sparkle.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And you know how I love me some sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, friends.&lt;br /&gt;My shameful Friday confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Judge me if you wish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But can we still be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to answer the question that I'm sure is burning in the back of your mind -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLZwxFAi2ko/TsZ48bos04I/AAAAAAAADr4/lWXqQTGtyZY/s1600/2f70d3a0e0c87f4019bb77151864f9a0_jpg_350x500_q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLZwxFAi2ko/TsZ48bos04I/AAAAAAAADr4/lWXqQTGtyZY/s400/2f70d3a0e0c87f4019bb77151864f9a0_jpg_350x500_q85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676357359953040258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://pollpigeon.com/new-moon-team-edward-vs-team-jacob/t/81655/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This girl is totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Team Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can't even fathom these Team Jacob people, y'all. He's a freaking werewolf. What's attractive about a werewolf? I mean, yes, okay I'll give it to you that his abs just don't quit...but seriously?  Why is there even a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Em Gee.  I cannot believe I'm having this conversation. I'm so ashamed. Please excuse me, I think I need to lie down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-9006748999162800430?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/9006748999162800430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=9006748999162800430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/9006748999162800430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/9006748999162800430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/confession.html' title='{.:.Confession.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDqA_NtctJ4/TsZ0FmMqjWI/AAAAAAAADrI/uraXMSk_D8g/s72-c/MV5BMTQ2NzUxMTAxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzEyMTIwMg%2540%2540._V1._SY317_-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-2750451089932470318</id><published>2011-11-17T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:00:14.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Christmas Photos?.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KG68ouiVWWs/TsSPLxYo5qI/AAAAAAAADqs/eJq0G8Z06fo/s1600/fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1OnCj0e33A/TsQ_7Hk_O-I/AAAAAAAADqg/0pwZJaeexyA/s1600/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DGC and I have our Christmas Card photos scheduled this weekend with the ever so talented &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Apryl-Murphy-Photography/128578360530605"&gt;Apryl Murphy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may remember that Apryl was the creative genius behind our amazing engagement shoot in 2009.  She has also created our Christmas cards every .single. year.  I've known her since we were each  approximately 14 years old...and she STILL talks to me. Can you believe it?  One day we may have to revisit those stories...which may or may not involve summer, a 3000GT, and a snow cone or two. On second thought...you know what?  What do you say we just stick to her photography skills and forget about those old times, shall we?! Sounds like a plan, Stan! Okay then...Moving right along...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm kind of in a wardrobe funk, and am at a loss for an acceptable outfit to wear for this weekend's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what any modern girl would to --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to social media, and posted the question to my good friends on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1OnCj0e33A/TsQ_7Hk_O-I/AAAAAAAADqg/0pwZJaeexyA/s1600/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1OnCj0e33A/TsQ_7Hk_O-I/AAAAAAAADqg/0pwZJaeexyA/s400/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675731715272686562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{To be completely fair - I appreciated the tiger idea and  briefly considered its feasibility before quickly determining that there was no way that I could get a tiger in Tennessee on such short notice.  Oh well. There's always next year, right?!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And there was also this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....which will likely go down in history as favorite.facebook.post.ever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KG68ouiVWWs/TsSPLxYo5qI/AAAAAAAADqs/eJq0G8Z06fo/s1600/fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KG68ouiVWWs/TsSPLxYo5qI/AAAAAAAADqs/eJq0G8Z06fo/s400/fb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675818862791681698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; super funny, no?&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all that being said, I'm taking &lt;a href="http://www.lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soulmatey's&lt;/a&gt; advice and turning to the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't think of that first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are quite fashion forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style me*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;{*In something other than a slingshot bikini, fangs or cannonballs....by the way, what are Christmas Cannonballs anyway?  Someone? Anyone?!&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even send you a Christmas Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will inevitably be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ever figure out what to @!#&amp;amp;*$%#@#$ wear.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-2750451089932470318?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/2750451089932470318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=2750451089932470318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2750451089932470318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2750451089932470318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-photos.html' title='{.:.Christmas Photos?.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q1OnCj0e33A/TsQ_7Hk_O-I/AAAAAAAADqg/0pwZJaeexyA/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-7824991350088311155</id><published>2011-11-11T14:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:25:37.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.After Party Fun.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7HDOdh1oM/Tr2EHdM7eDI/AAAAAAAADqQ/uEyAHOoad-w/s1600/cma28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we may have had a little too much fun in the photobooth at the CMA After Party... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltrrSzHcMfg/Tr2D-js2ANI/AAAAAAAADpU/K48kJOQND5o/s1600/cma20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltrrSzHcMfg/Tr2D-js2ANI/AAAAAAAADpU/K48kJOQND5o/s400/cma20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836216315150546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7HDOdh1oM/Tr2EHdM7eDI/AAAAAAAADqQ/uEyAHOoad-w/s1600/cma28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O7HDOdh1oM/Tr2EHdM7eDI/AAAAAAAADqQ/uEyAHOoad-w/s400/cma28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836369189500978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oe_gdmJttNI/Tr2D_J5fqOI/AAAAAAAADpw/bWmIBN3wl9M/s1600/cma23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oe_gdmJttNI/Tr2D_J5fqOI/AAAAAAAADpw/bWmIBN3wl9M/s400/cma23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836226568759522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1wDX1rf_qY/Tr2D_kffmqI/AAAAAAAADp4/8_ptZnrDpg4/s1600/cma26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1wDX1rf_qY/Tr2D_kffmqI/AAAAAAAADp4/8_ptZnrDpg4/s400/cma26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836233707461282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6j4CR7eiX9c/Tr2D-z0juII/AAAAAAAADpc/pq7sitRtq3k/s1600/cma22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6j4CR7eiX9c/Tr2D-z0juII/AAAAAAAADpc/pq7sitRtq3k/s400/cma22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836220642474114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://patronsocialclub.com"&gt;Patron Social Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-7824991350088311155?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/7824991350088311155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=7824991350088311155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7824991350088311155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7824991350088311155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-party-fun.html' title='{.:.After Party Fun.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltrrSzHcMfg/Tr2D-js2ANI/AAAAAAAADpU/K48kJOQND5o/s72-c/cma20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-8635883515009995821</id><published>2011-11-10T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:15:00.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGC'/><title type='text'>{.:.CMAmazing.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzPtPoYWx-c/TrwuMO6d8wI/AAAAAAAADpI/WagILTY8CgE/s1600/pBCBG1-10561994dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbIWwcVDexY/Trwfom-XqzI/AAAAAAAADo8/PBYy3s8v0dM/s1600/CMA12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Op2HZt2qEvQ/TrwfoVihnhI/AAAAAAAADow/3Of_09JxqA8/s1600/CMA7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu4rm7lEQA0/TrwfnjVQmuI/AAAAAAAADoo/lgn9YhgCCQs/s1600/CMA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLDr7QQlCdk/TrwfnuziXbI/AAAAAAAADoY/bNks79DEPvg/s1600/CMA0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good Afternoon, Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like country music or not, I'm sure that you've heard that the CMA Awards were in Nashville last night.  DGC and I had the opportunity to go this year, and I must say that it was one of the best shows ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2EUrGM0SEY/TrwSmw_VXOI/AAAAAAAADno/87_x0qkmdqk/s1600/CMA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2EUrGM0SEY/TrwSmw_VXOI/AAAAAAAADno/87_x0qkmdqk/s400/CMA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673430087774854370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be the first to admit that I haven't always enjoyed country music...but these days my iPod is filled with Jason Aldean, Kenny Chesney and Lady A!  Maybe it's living in Nashville or maybe I just enjoy songs that I can sing and dance along to in my car when no one is watching...but I am  now proud to say that I am a bona fide, card carrying member of the Country Music Association.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Admit it.  You like it too.  Just a little?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcHDggML9eM/TrwSnE56AGI/AAAAAAAADn0/qU-PqaZ0cAw/s1600/CMA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcHDggML9eM/TrwSnE56AGI/AAAAAAAADn0/qU-PqaZ0cAw/s400/CMA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673430093120798818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We learned that we would be going to the Awards Show at the very last minute, so DGC and I had a very..ahem...intense shopping trip on Tuesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like to pretend that I'm a celebrity and you care what we wore, I'll give you the run down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLDr7QQlCdk/TrwfnuziXbI/AAAAAAAADoY/bNks79DEPvg/s1600/CMA0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLDr7QQlCdk/TrwfnuziXbI/AAAAAAAADoY/bNks79DEPvg/s400/CMA0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673444398019534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DGC is wearing a &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/boss-black-pasolini-movie-black-super-100s-wool-suit/3121872?origin=category&amp;amp;resultback=581"&gt;basic black suit&lt;/a&gt; by Hugo Boss.  His shirt is also &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/boss-black-sharp-fit-dress-shirt/3216065?origin=category&amp;amp;resultback=620"&gt;Hugo Boss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;, and his tie is the only skinny solid black tie that we could find at Nordstrom on Tuesday night so I have no idea what brand it is.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQn-hw_4t-w/TrwSnUBkOlI/AAAAAAAADoA/c3MTTbhEHfA/s1600/CMA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQn-hw_4t-w/TrwSnUBkOlI/AAAAAAAADoA/c3MTTbhEHfA/s400/CMA3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673430097179458130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;{I think he cleans up pretty nice, don't you?!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wore &lt;a href="http://www.bcbg.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11768831&amp;amp;cp=&amp;amp;searchId=3394846&amp;amp;filter=yes&amp;amp;keywords=angie&amp;amp;parentPage=search&amp;amp;searchId=53329290764"&gt;this dress&lt;/a&gt; by BCBG* And &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/stuart-weitzman-chantelle-pump/3032588?origin=category&amp;amp;resultback=332"&gt;these shoes&lt;/a&gt; (in black) by Stuart Weitzman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbIWwcVDexY/Trwfom-XqzI/AAAAAAAADo8/PBYy3s8v0dM/s1600/CMA12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbIWwcVDexY/Trwfom-XqzI/AAAAAAAADo8/PBYy3s8v0dM/s400/CMA12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673444413097356082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*On a side note, I did a little..ahem...work to the dress. You see, when I bought it, it had a nude slip dress sewn into it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzPtPoYWx-c/TrwuMO6d8wI/AAAAAAAADpI/WagILTY8CgE/s1600/pBCBG1-10561994dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzPtPoYWx-c/TrwuMO6d8wI/AAAAAAAADpI/WagILTY8CgE/s400/pBCBG1-10561994dt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673460418276619010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I liked the lace overlay and the contrast, I didn't like the way it gave off the appearance of horizontal stripes across my midsection. No need to call attention to that region, folks! So I cut the nude slip dress out and replaced it with a black one.  I think it changed the entire look of the dress!  And more importantly - who knew I could sew?! Seriously. And -gasp!- it was kind of...fun. {I fully blame this new found craftiness and domestication on you, Pinterest.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway.  That's what we wore.  Because, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;, I know you guys were all wondering and stuff.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or not&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving right along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu4rm7lEQA0/TrwfnjVQmuI/AAAAAAAADoo/lgn9YhgCCQs/s1600/CMA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu4rm7lEQA0/TrwfnjVQmuI/AAAAAAAADoo/lgn9YhgCCQs/s400/CMA5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673444394939751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're into these types of things then I'm sure you've been reading lots and lots of commentary on fashion, performances, etc.  So I'll spare you.  However, I have to point out  three things -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  The aerialists (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who knew that's what they were called, by the way?  I certainly did not.  I had to google.&lt;/span&gt;..) who performed while Sara Evans sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Little Bit Stronger&lt;/span&gt; were amazing.  I'm not sure if they showed them on TV or not, but believe me when I tell you that it was almost unbelievable - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's how awesome it was&lt;/span&gt;.  Mad props to the girl who isn't afraid to literally hang from the ceiling of the Bridgestone Arena with no safety net and the likes of Taylor Swift and Reese Witherspoon below you.  I mean, let's be honest here.  I couldn't tell you what Sara wore or if she was off key because I was fixated on the show that was going on overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)  Natasha Beddingfield's dress was even worse in person than it was on TV.  If you can believe that.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't know what I'm talking about, it may be worth your while to do a quick google image search&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)  Lionel Richie killed it.  Seriously.  Love me some Lionel.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except I kind of think that he should've stopped after the duet with Darius Rucker.  The bit with Rascal Flatts was a bit odd.  Or maybe that was just me.&lt;/span&gt;)  And Kenny Loggins was pretty freaking awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Awards, we headed over to the Country Music Hall of Fame for the after party hosted by the Country Music Association.  It was so great to meet up with some of my old CMA friends that I haven't seen in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Op2HZt2qEvQ/TrwfoVihnhI/AAAAAAAADow/3Of_09JxqA8/s1600/CMA7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Op2HZt2qEvQ/TrwfoVihnhI/AAAAAAAADow/3Of_09JxqA8/s400/CMA7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673444408417164818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcOTvTpdw-U/TrwSn_WWD-I/AAAAAAAADoM/V2ItXkG4C4g/s1600/CMA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcOTvTpdw-U/TrwSn_WWD-I/AAAAAAAADoM/V2ItXkG4C4g/s400/CMA4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673430108809334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a fun night, and if you ever get the opportunity to go to any event hosted by CMA, I highly suggest you do it.  I can honestly say that it is a great organization that is run by some of the most genuine and most impressive people I have ever had the opportunity of knowing.  I was really fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with them a few years ago and I am now fortunate to call them my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we have it, friends.  I'd call the 45th Annual CMA Awards a success.  (However, today's productivity level on less than four hours of sleep?!....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;notsomuch&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;How about you guys? &lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the show? &lt;br /&gt;Anything you'd like to discuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-8635883515009995821?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/8635883515009995821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=8635883515009995821&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8635883515009995821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8635883515009995821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/cmamazing.html' title='{.:.CMAmazing.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v2EUrGM0SEY/TrwSmw_VXOI/AAAAAAAADno/87_x0qkmdqk/s72-c/CMA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-670450887686068312</id><published>2011-11-07T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:00:04.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>{.:.Weekend Recap.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Kn0yMoFWE/Trfe7r11UXI/AAAAAAAADmw/ACo2C_Ek1u0/s1600/photo%252825%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you all had lovely weekends!  Ours was amazing. While it wasn't a perfect weekend for football by any means, it certainly was a perfect fall weekend in Tennessee.  Never ones to waste a weekend, DGC and I made sure that each day was jam packed with friends and fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Warning - There are LOTS of pictures in this post. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But hey, isn't a picture worth 1,000 words or something?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And really, wouldn't you just rather look at photos instead of having to listen to me ramble on?!&lt;/span&gt; I thought so!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday night, we met our really good friends B+B at &lt;a href="http://mstreetnashville.com/tavern"&gt;Tavern&lt;/a&gt; for a little belated birthday celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8287EErMbBg/TrbhID3G3uI/AAAAAAAADls/eRPRdybcHMU/s1600/IMG_5979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8287EErMbBg/TrbhID3G3uI/AAAAAAAADls/eRPRdybcHMU/s400/IMG_5979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671968309311364834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even begin to convey how much I love these two! We really have too much fun when we are all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oiTQ4qOY_Q/TrbhIzrfhuI/AAAAAAAADl4/ezZ01exX7zY/s1600/IMG_5986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oiTQ4qOY_Q/TrbhIzrfhuI/AAAAAAAADl4/ezZ01exX7zY/s400/IMG_5986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671968322147550946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that this was right before I decided that Beth and I needed another bottle of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; In hindsight, I think that I may have been a bit overambitious&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljsYal1b3Ew/TrbhIyAQkiI/AAAAAAAADmE/T7FEpxZmej8/s1600/IMG_5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljsYal1b3Ew/TrbhIyAQkiI/AAAAAAAADmE/T7FEpxZmej8/s400/IMG_5989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671968321697780258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louie's face pretty much sums up how we all felt by the time the evening had drawn to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Saturday, we headed to the barn with Beth and her precious little boy, C, so that he could see some horses.  He's such the little cowboy, and is seriously one of the cutest, smartest and sweetest little boys ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fariaBRjdLg/TrffOMxrVPI/AAAAAAAADnQ/SUMefm3i0Cc/s1600/300864_681931142702_34103891_34456862_133849753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fariaBRjdLg/TrffOMxrVPI/AAAAAAAADnQ/SUMefm3i0Cc/s400/300864_681931142702_34103891_34456862_133849753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247690737177842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B snapped this photo of DGC and me with C. Aww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-EgbkNeCkU/TrffOUnLUzI/AAAAAAAADnY/AdLHMvMr3mY/s1600/384904_681931267452_34103891_34456864_1591814418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P-EgbkNeCkU/TrffOUnLUzI/AAAAAAAADnY/AdLHMvMr3mY/s400/384904_681931267452_34103891_34456864_1591814418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247692840620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;So sweet!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I headed downtown with my friend Becca for the &lt;a href="http://www.theartscompany.com/firstartsaturdays"&gt;First Saturday Art Crawl&lt;/a&gt; in Downtown Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tN1ciXMsj8/Trfe6dNKgrI/AAAAAAAADmQ/XdFI1P4d_XM/s1600/photo%252824%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tN1ciXMsj8/Trfe6dNKgrI/AAAAAAAADmQ/XdFI1P4d_XM/s400/photo%252824%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247351550050994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had so much fun and so so many beautiful pieces!  I only wish I was half as talented as some of the artists who had work on display.  I fell in love with a piece (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, really it was more like two...but they are companion pieces...so technically they count as one when I'm trying to convince DGC that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; them...right?!&lt;/span&gt;) by a local artist that DGC and I actually know.  &lt;s&gt;They&lt;/s&gt; It would look perfect hanging over a little chest that I have in my living room.  PLUS since we know the artist, it would create quite the conversation piece when we have guests over, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DGC, are you reading this?!..&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the art crawl, we headed over to Morton's for a few drinks and appetizers. Yum!  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There may or may not have also been a football game on that we may or may not have watched.  I prefer not to talk about said football game, so we are just going to skip right over that minor little detail, mmmmkay?!..&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday we squeezed in a little football (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad weekend for football, guys!&lt;/span&gt;) at LP Field as the Titans played the Bengals.  I'm not going to lie, I prefer college football over NFL, but at the end of the day, NFL games are just so fun to go to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVeGwPOBw6M/Trfe6pLda-I/AAAAAAAADmg/LYgwHaqv8Ew/s1600/photo%252822%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVeGwPOBw6M/Trfe6pLda-I/AAAAAAAADmg/LYgwHaqv8Ew/s400/photo%252822%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247354764127202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Titans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone really gets into the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ape_AxeOwzs/Trfe7wLuzCI/AAAAAAAADnA/U9gFpTzUpLI/s1600/photo%252823%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ape_AxeOwzs/Trfe7wLuzCI/AAAAAAAADnA/U9gFpTzUpLI/s400/photo%252823%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247373824183330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some, more than others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gxSy2WwnUc/Trfe7cm-oBI/AAAAAAAADmo/zRpI8uvTuUE/s1600/photo%252821%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gxSy2WwnUc/Trfe7cm-oBI/AAAAAAAADmo/zRpI8uvTuUE/s400/photo%252821%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247368569757714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if the Titans aren't, I am.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Kn0yMoFWE/Trfe7r11UXI/AAAAAAAADmw/ACo2C_Ek1u0/s1600/photo%252825%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6Kn0yMoFWE/Trfe7r11UXI/AAAAAAAADmw/ACo2C_Ek1u0/s400/photo%252825%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672247372658594162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love him&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, my friends - Our weekend in a &lt;s&gt;ton of photos&lt;/s&gt; nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do?  Did you get out and enjoy this lovely fall weather?  Did you watch a little football? {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you an LSU fan who wants to rub it in?!&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;/span&gt; Let me know in the comments - I'd love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday, y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-670450887686068312?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/670450887686068312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=670450887686068312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/670450887686068312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/670450887686068312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-recap.html' title='{.:.Weekend Recap.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8287EErMbBg/TrbhID3G3uI/AAAAAAAADls/eRPRdybcHMU/s72-c/IMG_5979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-6992648335582376383</id><published>2011-11-04T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:35:38.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>{.:.Hello.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're new here, then please allow me to introduce myself:  my name is Kristin, and it is so nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTPKCq6WvnI/TrP2p7DLZjI/AAAAAAAADkc/oV1-CT9RWoA/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTPKCq6WvnI/TrP2p7DLZjI/AAAAAAAADkc/oV1-CT9RWoA/s400/profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147555875677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been here a while, then please forgive me since you already know what I'm about to say.  But if this is your first time, I'm guessing you came over from &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's Korner&lt;/a&gt; where I linked up for a &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2011/11/show-us-your-life-connecting-non-mom.html"&gt;Show Us Your Life Friday&lt;/a&gt;.  This was actually my first time ever linking up for one of these little blog hops, but I must admit, I am very excited that I did.  I love meeting new people, and I am so thrilled to discover some new blogs through this process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my new friends - here are some basic things that you should know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happily married to a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SpPkmgkHQ-I/AAAAAAAABZY/pOrXt3ucKI4/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SpPkmgkHQ-I/AAAAAAAABZY/pOrXt3ucKI4/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373890130610701282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is DGC, and we had a very small wedding in the Cayman Islands on May 15, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXS8TcTIjw/TrP2qlmhcTI/AAAAAAAADkk/-aga4KX2Ktg/s1600/Wed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcXS8TcTIjw/TrP2qlmhcTI/AAAAAAAADkk/-aga4KX2Ktg/s400/Wed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147567298212146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally from a small town in Alabama, I now call Nashville, Tennessee my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Sdm6l2f-YPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SkEf-SO9ZA8/s1600-h/Nashville1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Sdm6l2f-YPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SkEf-SO9ZA8/s320/Nashville1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321489594162503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it here!  {I briefly moved to Atlanta for a job, stayed there for a year, and then promptly packed up my cowboy boots and moved back home.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I say?  I guess I'm a small town kind of girl....&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjTxhwANzEg/TrP2piBrSCI/AAAAAAAADkM/MzhfdD7b2_k/s1600/IMG_5904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjTxhwANzEg/TrP2piBrSCI/AAAAAAAADkM/MzhfdD7b2_k/s400/IMG_5904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671147549158492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.  But really, what girl doesn't?!  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, to be fair, I know several wonderful people who don't get into shopping as much as I do. That's okay.  We can still be friends...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much live for live music, oversized Tom Fords, Louis Vuitton bags, a hot pair of boots and the latest issue of Harper's Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a year long break from the blogosphere, but I have recently returned and am anxious to get back into the swing of things!  I use my blog as an outlet for any random thing that pops into my head.  One day I may talk about my Faith and the next day I may talk about the Burberry Trench that I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to have.   Really it's kind of like a box of Chocolates around these parts…you never know what you're gonna get.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that was a Forrest Gump reference, and yes, I am already sorry&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-who. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Moving right along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said - it was so nice to meet you!  Thank you so much for stopping by.  I'd love to thank you in person - Please feel free to leave me a comment with a link to your blog, in case I miss it somehow in the blog hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Friday, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Friday, Friday.  Gotta get down on Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait. What? Was I singing Rebecca Black again? Please don't judge me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-6992648335582376383?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/6992648335582376383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=6992648335582376383&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/6992648335582376383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/6992648335582376383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title='{.:.Hello.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTPKCq6WvnI/TrP2p7DLZjI/AAAAAAAADkc/oV1-CT9RWoA/s72-c/profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-7475588309015500874</id><published>2011-11-03T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:36:07.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>{.:.Birthday Fun.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iwoV0P7ZY8/TrK4B6sN3xI/AAAAAAAADkA/Bt25TZ_Hqfs/s1600/IMG_5967.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RL_KF2C-8zQ/TrKwoICQ6lI/AAAAAAAADjQ/bYcKTjeUgl0/s1600/IMG_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, DGC and I went out with the Susan to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXXGpcCdBI/TrKwpOq99GI/AAAAAAAADjo/gVEqjtLZMvc/s1600/IMG_5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXXGpcCdBI/TrKwpOq99GI/AAAAAAAADjo/gVEqjtLZMvc/s400/IMG_5963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670789103172318306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Ruth's Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RL_KF2C-8zQ/TrKwoICQ6lI/AAAAAAAADjQ/bYcKTjeUgl0/s1600/IMG_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RL_KF2C-8zQ/TrKwoICQ6lI/AAAAAAAADjQ/bYcKTjeUgl0/s400/IMG_5954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670789084211112530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been there in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I always forget about that place, actually.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me the cutest little dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9isk_rdhj6E/TrKwoREpirI/AAAAAAAADjg/v6C-QXLwRC4/s1600/IMG_5960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9isk_rdhj6E/TrKwoREpirI/AAAAAAAADjg/v6C-QXLwRC4/s400/IMG_5960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670789086637034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not the best photo of me, but isn't the little cake adorable?!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I gave Susan a little tutorial on how to pose for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0gZi3_CAko/TrKwpXmC8CI/AAAAAAAADj4/5R0SXKhg-Xk/s1600/IMG_5964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0gZi3_CAko/TrKwpXmC8CI/AAAAAAAADj4/5R0SXKhg-Xk/s400/IMG_5964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670789105567592482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and she gave me the &lt;a href="http://www.folica.com/tools/hair-dryers/sedu-revolution-pro-tourmaline-ionic-tgr-4000i-hair-dryer"&gt;hair dryer&lt;/a&gt; that I've been wanting for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly an absolutely wonderful day, followed by an absolutely perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for all of the sweet messages, facebook posts, text messages, phone calls, and emails.  I've said it a million times, and I'll say it once more - I don't know what I ever did to deserve such a wonderful group of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You guys are amazing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you made my 28th birthday spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I a lucky girl, or what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iwoV0P7ZY8/TrK4B6sN3xI/AAAAAAAADkA/Bt25TZ_Hqfs/s1600/IMG_5967.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-7475588309015500874?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/7475588309015500874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=7475588309015500874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7475588309015500874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7475588309015500874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-fun.html' title='{.:.Birthday Fun.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQXXGpcCdBI/TrKwpOq99GI/AAAAAAAADjo/gVEqjtLZMvc/s72-c/IMG_5963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-3366815536299290804</id><published>2011-11-02T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:38:11.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>{.:.28.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsoUWtH3KE/TrE754OhqzI/AAAAAAAADi4/floaRqXAfEE/s1600/IMG_5948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsoUWtH3KE/TrE754OhqzI/AAAAAAAADi4/floaRqXAfEE/s400/IMG_5948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670379271368059698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend in West Palm Beach celebrating with Ryan and Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll save those for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because today is my birthday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;And I don't want to talk about bad things like planes getting stuck in the mud...missing not one, not two, but THREE connecting flights...having to deplane in the pouring rain...riding mass transit busses... &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...And I may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started in 1984.  My FIRST birthday party.  Instead of a "smash cake," The Susan purchased this elaborate beauty for my celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su882dYrpOI/AAAAAAAAB4I/MpHKHXjo6VE/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su882dYrpOI/AAAAAAAAB4I/MpHKHXjo6VE/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601384539268322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why yes, my 3-D First Birthday Cake did have a pink hairbow, thankyouverymuch.  Explains a lot, huh?!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su882sgIDQI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/aupLlAjn-Kw/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su882sgIDQI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/aupLlAjn-Kw/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601388597021954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I have an entire day to be the center of everyone's attention, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but there was also cake&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmmmm. Cake&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Of course, that cake and every subsequent cake went straight to my thighs...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su88bD83OBI/AAAAAAAAB4A/rNGjbpuFfg8/s1600-h/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su88bD83OBI/AAAAAAAAB4A/rNGjbpuFfg8/s320/IMG_2186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600913855232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my new  found discovery of delicious baked goods, I learned really quickly that the best part about my  birthday wasn't the cake or the party...it was the all new birthday  dresses that The Susan bought me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su88ak_eDFI/AAAAAAAAB34/ENksvHzJFsk/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su88ak_eDFI/AAAAAAAAB34/ENksvHzJFsk/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600905544666194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Birthday dresses are so exciting!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year, the dresses (and the hair) grew bigger and more fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9FXuNmFQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/OwMeupROFts/s1600-h/IMG_2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9FXuNmFQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/OwMeupROFts/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610752084874498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Second Birthday&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9EnwGE_HI/AAAAAAAAB4g/YsjByjte7AM/s1600-h/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9EnwGE_HI/AAAAAAAAB4g/YsjByjte7AM/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609927956495474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Third Birthday&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...twenty seven years after my first birthday party...I find myself with an unhealthy obsession with frilly dresses, big hair, and of course, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't wait to see what 28 has in store for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been blessed far more than I can even begin to convey.  I have an amazing husband, the greatest friends that a girl could ask for, and a family that I love more than life itself. I am so incredibly grateful for all the wonderful experiences that I have had, and I can't wait to see what the next year holds for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, here's to you, 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a wish to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGXGz1fQvTg/TrFGlinh5MI/AAAAAAAADjE/wgZmwDd1viU/s1600/IMG_5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGXGz1fQvTg/TrFGlinh5MI/AAAAAAAADjE/wgZmwDd1viU/s400/IMG_5941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670391016597873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-3366815536299290804?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/3366815536299290804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=3366815536299290804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3366815536299290804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3366815536299290804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/11/28.html' title='{.:.28.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsoUWtH3KE/TrE754OhqzI/AAAAAAAADi4/floaRqXAfEE/s72-c/IMG_5948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-8779788450977384800</id><published>2011-10-25T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:55:29.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.No Bueno.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies and gentleman, we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only seven shopping days left until my birthday.  So I did what any girl would do. I signed on the Louis Vuitton website to put together a list of last minute gift ideas.  Well, my friends, that is when I discovered this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv2ksNztRw8/TqbaW5N3lwI/AAAAAAAADhw/2dZxmqfFuzI/s1600/LVWTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv2ksNztRw8/TqbaW5N3lwI/AAAAAAAADhw/2dZxmqfFuzI/s400/LVWTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667457267943315202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-8779788450977384800?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/8779788450977384800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=8779788450977384800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8779788450977384800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8779788450977384800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-bueno.html' title='{.:.No Bueno.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv2ksNztRw8/TqbaW5N3lwI/AAAAAAAADhw/2dZxmqfFuzI/s72-c/LVWTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-4224310181197122712</id><published>2011-10-24T09:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:30:03.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Rammer Jammer.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIep6HmhXuE/TqS6QiJbh5I/AAAAAAAADhk/uNr42A-mzmQ/s1600/photo%252820%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning, friends, and Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had lovely weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, DGC and I headed South on I-65 to catch a little Crimson Tide football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-S808KfKO8/TqS3rlFRVrI/AAAAAAAADf0/EcumjmH87pc/s1600/IMG_5904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-S808KfKO8/TqS3rlFRVrI/AAAAAAAADf0/EcumjmH87pc/s400/IMG_5904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666856190455404210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{DGC's 1st Quad tailgating experience.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Saturday_in_October"&gt;the Third Saturday in October&lt;/a&gt;. And that simply cannot be missed.  Especially in Tuscaloosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{You may or may not know this about me, but I am actually a fairly large college football fan...   And despite the fact that I now live in Tennessee, I just cannot bring  myself to cheer for the Vols...no matter who they are playing!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry, &lt;a href="http://www.bear-yexcitedbride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maryanne&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIep6HmhXuE/TqS6QiJbh5I/AAAAAAAADhk/uNr42A-mzmQ/s1600/photo%252820%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIep6HmhXuE/TqS6QiJbh5I/AAAAAAAADhk/uNr42A-mzmQ/s400/photo%252820%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666859024345958290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{And apparently neither can my husband, despite the fact that he's a Tennessee boy!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the game, we met up with my Super Bestie Sarah and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHir6c42WuQ/TqS3shFytJI/AAAAAAAADgM/aNse_7VDO10/s1600/IMG_5905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHir6c42WuQ/TqS3shFytJI/AAAAAAAADgM/aNse_7VDO10/s400/IMG_5905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666856206563718290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Love these kids.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah still lives in Tuscaloosa, and I don't get to see her nearly as often as I would like to.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad face.&lt;/span&gt;)  But regardless, we always have an amazing time when we get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6nKdjnbTlg/TqS3rwE2JsI/AAAAAAAADgE/swcoeC1JU7Q/s1600/IMG_5902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6nKdjnbTlg/TqS3rwE2JsI/AAAAAAAADgE/swcoeC1JU7Q/s400/IMG_5902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666856193406412482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day doing a little tailgating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mH74qh5kojI/TqS3tWoXzZI/AAAAAAAADgg/cPEYisVonXI/s1600/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mH74qh5kojI/TqS3tWoXzZI/AAAAAAAADgg/cPEYisVonXI/s400/IMG_5917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666856220935835026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we had a mini law school reunion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqzu_sS4B9s/TqS3s-fX2MI/AAAAAAAADgY/shck_orjIuw/s1600/IMG_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqzu_sS4B9s/TqS3s-fX2MI/AAAAAAAADgY/shck_orjIuw/s400/IMG_5914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666856214455638210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I even let Sarah borrow my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23f3p3sEfNQ/TqS5pnHpecI/AAAAAAAADg8/oe2zai9fyqo/s1600/IMG_5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23f3p3sEfNQ/TqS5pnHpecI/AAAAAAAADg8/oe2zai9fyqo/s400/IMG_5908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666858355665762754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Although I have to admit, I do think she looks cuter with Andrew...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun set, we packed up and headed to Bryant Denny to watch a little football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sSmNldWexY/TqS5pqZmKrI/AAAAAAAADhM/6oyaF56ev8U/s1600/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sSmNldWexY/TqS5pqZmKrI/AAAAAAAADhM/6oyaF56ev8U/s400/IMG_5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666858356546349746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half was a little rough,  but the Tigers pulled it together just in the Nick of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Cl4KXLgv4/TqS5qk-bMgI/AAAAAAAADhc/rBE3nCURBAE/s1600/IMG_5930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Cl4KXLgv4/TqS5qk-bMgI/AAAAAAAADhc/rBE3nCURBAE/s400/IMG_5930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666858372270076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall, friends, and football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it doesn't get much better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-4224310181197122712?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/4224310181197122712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=4224310181197122712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4224310181197122712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4224310181197122712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/rammer-jammer.html' title='{.:.Rammer Jammer.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-S808KfKO8/TqS3rlFRVrI/AAAAAAAADf0/EcumjmH87pc/s72-c/IMG_5904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-2192071524700919679</id><published>2011-10-19T14:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:41:32.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Hair &amp; Kale.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpJUuKnwm8/Tp8m8PA-dcI/AAAAAAAADfk/V3L81QocQgY/s1600/photo%252820%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good afternoon, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty busy around these parts.  Nothing too exciting to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXCEPT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my hairs done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5nMF2mk4o/Tp8kVtXszBI/AAAAAAAADfY/zlfHgslXY9k/s1600/photo%252819%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5nMF2mk4o/Tp8kVtXszBI/AAAAAAAADfY/zlfHgslXY9k/s400/photo%252819%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665286811630226450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;{What do we think?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I always love going and getting my hair done.  It seems to make even the gloomiest days a little brighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gloomy, it's overcast and chilly in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect day for a little white bean and kale soup that I'm whipping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpJUuKnwm8/Tp8m8PA-dcI/AAAAAAAADfk/V3L81QocQgY/s1600/photo%252820%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpJUuKnwm8/Tp8m8PA-dcI/AAAAAAAADfk/V3L81QocQgY/s400/photo%252820%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665289672520005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Recipe &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipes/2451"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quest to try to eat more healthy, I've discovered the super food &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kale"&gt;kale&lt;/a&gt;... And I must say that it took me a while to grow to...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;..but now I'm hooked!  I'm always looking for new recipes or suggestions since it has a very...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distinctive&lt;/span&gt;...flavor that's quite honestly an acquired taste.  So if you have any, please do not hesitate to send them my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, are there any other super healthy foods you've discovered recently that I should add to my shopping list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you feel better on a gloomy day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-2192071524700919679?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/2192071524700919679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=2192071524700919679&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2192071524700919679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/2192071524700919679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/hair.html' title='{.:.Hair &amp; Kale.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5nMF2mk4o/Tp8kVtXszBI/AAAAAAAADfY/zlfHgslXY9k/s72-c/photo%252819%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-1819479785423171303</id><published>2011-10-13T11:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:54:40.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Catching Up.:.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well hello there, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How have you been?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or has this week flown by?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DGC and I have been doing a little traveling, and I spent the beginning of the week in the ATL for work.  But now I'm back in Nash and already ready for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Too soon?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I ran a little 5K with a little someone you may recognize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79cOxEuq-sM/Tpch8LJnUNI/AAAAAAAADfM/dGm16bzkkfw/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79cOxEuq-sM/Tpch8LJnUNI/AAAAAAAADfM/dGm16bzkkfw/s400/photo%252814%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663032374110671058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Yeap. It's &lt;a href="http://www.littlemisssouthern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Miss Southern&lt;/a&gt;. Oh how I love her!}&lt;br /&gt;{And me, sans hair and makeup. Yum.}&lt;br /&gt;{Tami, how do you look that perfect always?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...before heading South on I-65 to my old stomping grounds (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntsville,_Alabama"&gt;Huntsvegas&lt;/a&gt;) for a little par-tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benignobjects.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; and her hubs moved back home after living somewhere obscene like Antarctica or something and a celebration was in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Okay, okay.:.&lt;br /&gt;.:.Technically it was Minnesota, not Antarctica.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh. Whatevs.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To-may-to, To-mah-to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was absolutely amazing.  The people there were even better.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The D's are seriously the nicest people ever.  And, oh boy, can they throw a party!  Which shouldn't surprise you in the least since &lt;a href="http://www.benignobjects.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; justsohappenstobe my go-to-guru when I'm hosting a party myself...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I may have consumed far too many glasses of Pinot.&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I forgot my camera.  And since Sarah's camera is still MIA, the best that I'm going to be able to do is this cute little rendition from the Caricature artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, they had one of those too&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lSHUJaBWFYc/TpcbB2dXMJI/AAAAAAAADfA/09utD-LBijg/s1600/photo%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lSHUJaBWFYc/TpcbB2dXMJI/AAAAAAAADfA/09utD-LBijg/s400/photo%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663024775054176402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{My outfit was super cute.  Can't you tell?!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-1819479785423171303?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/1819479785423171303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=1819479785423171303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1819479785423171303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/1819479785423171303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up.html' title='{.:.Catching Up.:.)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79cOxEuq-sM/Tpch8LJnUNI/AAAAAAAADfM/dGm16bzkkfw/s72-c/photo%252814%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-8070853366200045224</id><published>2011-10-04T08:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:55:09.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.FALLing For Fall.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall is my absolute favorite time of year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Sorry, Summer. It's time to go.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about the rustle of the leaves and the hint of chill in the air that makes me unbelievably happy...By the time Labor Day rolls around, I'm already dusting off the boots and breaking out the blazers in anticipation of the most wonderful time of the year.  October, November and December are my absolute favorite months of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that there is nothing better than fall in Tennessee, and this year is certainly proving to be no exception.  In fact, this past weekend, the weather was absolutely perfect for a little fall decorating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--HVW0CHDD84/TosGiK8vACI/AAAAAAAADew/Wtt1vHgUv3w/s1600/IMG_5575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--HVW0CHDD84/TosGiK8vACI/AAAAAAAADew/Wtt1vHgUv3w/s400/IMG_5575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659624540845572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.I may have gotten a tad bit ambitious with our fall display this year.:. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7E5ynk_Qlk/TosFi-f4TZI/AAAAAAAADeY/RW73ZS7jiIw/s1600/IMG_5571_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7E5ynk_Qlk/TosFi-f4TZI/AAAAAAAADeY/RW73ZS7jiIw/s400/IMG_5571_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659623455171562898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:. Keep in mind, we live in a condo downtown.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmmyurz-fjg/TosFikFDNtI/AAAAAAAADeI/6OpGvSOlf1s/s1600/IMG_5568_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fmmyurz-fjg/TosFikFDNtI/AAAAAAAADeI/6OpGvSOlf1s/s400/IMG_5568_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659623448079709906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Ahem..:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; {I would like to take this opportunity to apologize&lt;br /&gt;to my neighbors for the straw in the elevator...}&lt;br /&gt;.:.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My bad&lt;/span&gt;.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHJI17p3cRo/TosFivOB5HI/AAAAAAAADeQ/pT8h-L64COY/s1600/IMG_5570_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHJI17p3cRo/TosFivOB5HI/AAAAAAAADeQ/pT8h-L64COY/s400/IMG_5570_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659623451070162034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't this little scarecrow the cutest?  I got him at &lt;a href="http://www.hobbylobby.com/"&gt;Hobby Lobby&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend for 40% off! We're currently debating as to what we should name him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{And in case you're wondering, the pillows are from &lt;a href="http://www.frontgate.com/"&gt;Frontgate&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmXei_x73RQ/TosFjLpjgpI/AAAAAAAADeg/NOh8gNP98Y8/s1600/IMG_5572_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmXei_x73RQ/TosFjLpjgpI/AAAAAAAADeg/NOh8gNP98Y8/s400/IMG_5572_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659623458701804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up some mums and some &lt;s&gt;Indian Corn&lt;/s&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maize"&gt;Maize&lt;/a&gt; from a local farmer's market.  I can't remember where I got the pumpkins...I've had them for years now.  I just love them, though!  And the best part is that they can be reused.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure about you, but I don't think that there are very many things that are more gross than a rotting pumpkin on a front porch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK08LBiKOkA/TosFjcS9O6I/AAAAAAAADeo/xhbnlexfds8/s1600/IMG_5574_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK08LBiKOkA/TosFjcS9O6I/AAAAAAAADeo/xhbnlexfds8/s400/IMG_5574_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659623463170423714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually make my own wreaths (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's like the one crafty thing that I can do&lt;/span&gt;) but I splurged this year and bought one.  Hey, it was like $20 at Hobby Lobby - I couldn't have made it for less than that!  Besides, I loved all the fall colors in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytm7xmgfbmA/TosGibzI6PI/AAAAAAAADe4/6tPR3x-HJUs/s1600/IMG_5567_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ytm7xmgfbmA/TosGibzI6PI/AAAAAAAADe4/6tPR3x-HJUs/s400/IMG_5567_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659624545368729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've ordered a little rug to go under the bench because I just thought it needed a little pop of color.  Of course, that's not here yet...but when it arrives, I'll definitely let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? &lt;br /&gt;I've completely FALLen for Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;I've got some mums that need watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-8070853366200045224?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/8070853366200045224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=8070853366200045224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8070853366200045224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/8070853366200045224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-for-fall.html' title='{.:.FALLing For Fall.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--HVW0CHDD84/TosGiK8vACI/AAAAAAAADew/Wtt1vHgUv3w/s72-c/IMG_5575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-3857863572429644481</id><published>2011-10-03T07:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:50:04.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.See You in 10.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJoeYiG4fIk/TonCAVoVHSI/AAAAAAAADd4/AntNMPjem0E/s1600/photo%252810%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Happy Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all recovering from lovely weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us?  Well DGC's 10 year high school reunion was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4dN6uXgTIA/Tom9OTrpcwI/AAAAAAAADdw/9Dg4by2np4s/s1600/podium_banner_logo_v4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4dN6uXgTIA/Tom9OTrpcwI/AAAAAAAADdw/9Dg4by2np4s/s400/podium_banner_logo_v4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659262460266902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.battlegroundacademy.org/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{10 years already?  I know! I couldn't believe it either!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Since I grew up in Alabama and know all of 4 people that graduated from BGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, (DGC and Ryan make up two of that four, and the other two were not in Daniel's class...), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I really had no idea what I was getting myself into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Either way&lt;/span&gt;, I always welcome any excuse to go shopping.  And this seemed like a perfect excuse to check out Nashville's brand new Nordstrom that everyone has been raving about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In case you didn't know, this year Nashville decided to get with the times and open itself a brand new, shiny, high-end department store.  And then the heavens opened and shoppers from all over the country flocked to see this new place that they called "Nordstrom"...&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqF-6usmrk/Tom8u91jO1I/AAAAAAAADdo/w8WIbyOOkE4/s1600/%25281%2529"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCqF-6usmrk/Tom8u91jO1I/AAAAAAAADdo/w8WIbyOOkE4/s400/%25281%2529" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659261921826913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No kidding, yo.  The place opened on Sept 16 and has literally been packed ever since.  I'm not gonna lie.  I cannot, for the life of me, understand the obsession with being the *first* to shop in a store.  I loathe crowds and unless you've got half priced &lt;a href="http://www.manoloblahnik.com/"&gt;Manolos&lt;/a&gt;, I'm just not gonna risk being trampled.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.Besides, I'm more of a Saks girl anyway.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But all that being said, I was pleasantly surprised with my Nordstrom experience.  I went early and avoided the inevitable Saturday crowd (which was nice), and I picked up not one, but TWO new dresses&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ended up going with a basic black, zippered &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/calvin-klein-zip-front-dress/3195947?origin=category&amp;amp;resultback=968"&gt;Calvin Klein number&lt;/a&gt; for the reunion and I'm saving the other (super cute) one for a little event that we have this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJoeYiG4fIk/TonCAVoVHSI/AAAAAAAADd4/AntNMPjem0E/s1600/photo%252810%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJoeYiG4fIk/TonCAVoVHSI/AAAAAAAADd4/AntNMPjem0E/s400/photo%252810%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659267717829827874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was I reunion ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OjtH2Mbkn8/TonDo5O7rGI/AAAAAAAADeA/wAGfM06eaow/s1600/photo%252811%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OjtH2Mbkn8/TonDo5O7rGI/AAAAAAAADeA/wAGfM06eaow/s400/photo%252811%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659269514093374562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Please excuse the poor quality of these iPhone photos.  DGC took them for me when I was deciding which outfit that I should wear.  I wanted to see which one looked better.  Come on, ladies...am I the only one who does this?!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The reunion was fun.  I sort of faded into the background and let DGC reminisce with his old classmates.  There were definitely some interesting people there, and I enjoy meeting new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always enjoy wine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, DGC's 10 year reunion?  Done and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.Ahem.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do realize what this means, right?!&lt;br /&gt;It MEANS that my reunion is coming up next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Holy moly!.:. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How did that happen?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasn't I supposed to be uber rich, ridiculously thin and unbelievably successful by the time my 10 year reunion came along?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Guess I better get on that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-3857863572429644481?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/3857863572429644481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=3857863572429644481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3857863572429644481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3857863572429644481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-you-in-10.html' title='{.:.See You in 10.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4dN6uXgTIA/Tom9OTrpcwI/AAAAAAAADdw/9Dg4by2np4s/s72-c/podium_banner_logo_v4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-4586198950625146346</id><published>2011-09-27T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:03:57.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{.:.Guess Who's Back…Back Again.:.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mrs. Kriss is Back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tell a friend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHQmyc-D6Yo/ToJ-6cuiqEI/AAAAAAAADdg/46eMez8wCno/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHQmyc-D6Yo/ToJ-6cuiqEI/AAAAAAAADdg/46eMez8wCno/s400/profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657223624539678786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Wait.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Is this thing on?!.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Anybody there?.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waaait a minute.&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that YOU?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh. Em. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.How in the world are you?&lt;/span&gt;.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Have you lost weight?&lt;/span&gt;.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.I LOVE what you've done with your hair!.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowee, and I was pretty sure that all of you, my fabulous friends, had up and forgotten about me.  I mean that's what to be expected when you take such a super huge break from the blogosphere.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right? &lt;/span&gt; Seriously, I canNOT believe that I took a 15 month hiatus from the little bloggy blog.  Holy moly! Fifteen months is a super long time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been away, my &lt;a href="http://www.lifeinthefulmerlane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soulmatey&lt;/a&gt; has had herself a &lt;s&gt;not so little anymore&lt;/s&gt; bundle of joy &lt;i&gt;(who, by the way, is the cutest baby boy ever!...But really, were we surprised?!)&lt;/i&gt;; my &lt;a href="http://bear-yexcitedbride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maryanne&lt;/a&gt; is not only the perfect little domestic diva, but she has gone and gotten herself a super dee duper fancy schmancy jobby job; and my amazing &lt;a href="http://www.benignobjects.blogspot.com/"&gt;Graphic Design Guru&lt;/a&gt; is now a hot shot author and design goddess.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And all of you have had some pretty amazing things going on yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.What?.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.You didn't think I had been following  your lives?.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly! I've been &lt;s&gt;blog-stalking you guys like a crazy person&lt;/s&gt; keeping up to date with all the new developments in your lives through facebook and the blogosphere.  I've never been good at commenting, but that doesn't mean that I don't read, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And me?  W&lt;/span&gt;ell, I guess the biggest thing that has happened in the past fifteen months is that I moved to Atlanta and back to Nashville again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You read that correctly. &lt;/span&gt; DGC and I packed up our belongings and moved to Hot-lanta.  We stayed there for a year, only to realize that Nashville would always be home to us, and then we packed up our stuffy stuffs and moved our happy tails back again.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that all really happened.&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major life change&lt;/span&gt;, we took a few trips. I met a whole bunch of new friends. We joined a new church.  I spent a considerable amount of time counting my blessings for my family and my lifelong friends. I laughed more than I knew was humanly possible.  I spent many nights curled up in a fetal position crying my eyes out.  I made far too many frivolous purchases.  We celebrated a first anniversary.  I found a new hairstylist.  I went brunette.  Then back blonde.  I gained 10 pounds.  I subsequently lost 5 of that 10.  I consumed far more alcohol than I care to admit.  I realized just how lucky I am.  And there you have it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 months, in a nutshell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Spectacular.:.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Glad that we are all up to speed.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad to see your gorgeous faces again!  It really has been far too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for vintage MK posts, you won't find them.  I figure that now is as good a time as ever to start anew.   I'm 15 months older, and while I'm definitely not any wiser, I can honestly say that my perspective has changed a bit.  So out with the old, and in with the new.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there are lots of exciting things in store here at &lt;s&gt;Miss&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mrs.&lt;/i&gt; Kriss.  Workout Wednesdays will be back next week, and I promise to provide as much or more of the mindless social commentary and day-to-day banality that you all had grown to &lt;s&gt;loathe&lt;/s&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come in. Pour yourself a glass of vino. Take a load off and get comfortable.  Look around.  {&lt;a href="http://www.fabulouskcreative.com/"&gt;Fabulous K &lt;/a&gt;has really spruced this place up a bit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;?  I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I really like what she has done with the place.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so incredibly talented that if I didn't love her, I'd totally hate her..&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Miss&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mrs.&lt;/i&gt; Kriss is back and here to stay.:.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.So won't you join me in this new adventure?.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.Pretty Please?.:. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.:.With Sugar and Vodka and Prada on the top?!.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-4586198950625146346?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/4586198950625146346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=4586198950625146346&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4586198950625146346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4586198950625146346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-whos-backback-again.html' title='{.:.Guess Who&apos;s Back…Back Again.:.}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHQmyc-D6Yo/ToJ-6cuiqEI/AAAAAAAADdg/46eMez8wCno/s72-c/profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-7918193960284955912</id><published>2009-03-01T14:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:14:28.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.:.:.:.Copyright, Miss Kriss.:.:.:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If there's one thing I learned in Kindergarten, it's that nobody likes a copycat.  Well, nobody likes a copycat...or a tattletale...or the kid that eats the Elmer's glue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, almost 20 years after I first stepped foot into my Kindergarten classroom, I went and got myself one of those fancy, schmancy law degrees.  [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't believe me?  Here's a photo of me in my ever so fabulous capped and gowned (and incredibly flat haired) glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S0HRRTsxReI/AAAAAAAACWk/GRGDqDONKCc/s1600-h/P5090104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S0HRRTsxReI/AAAAAAAACWk/GRGDqDONKCc/s320/P5090104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422845521606821346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after three years of &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; law school, do you know what I learned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  PEOPLE STILL DON'T LIKE COPYCATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, my blog...my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;To obtain permission to use any of my blog contents, please &lt;a href="http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/contact-me.html"&gt;contact me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.:.Comment Moderation.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love hearing your thoughts!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me, hate me, can't live without me?!&lt;/span&gt;  Great!  I want to know!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like my sunglasses and want to know where I got them?!&lt;/span&gt;  Ask away! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Think that I shouldn't take so many hand-on-hip posed photos because it makes me look like I'm trying way too hard to hide the jiggle that is slowly forming on the underside of my biceps&lt;/span&gt;?!  You're probably right, so go ahead and tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The bottom line is that I love your comments.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really, I do.&lt;/span&gt;  Actually, I kind of live for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But, just so you know, all comments are moderate prior to publishing and I reserve the right to refrain from publishing a comment if I deem it to be inappropriate.  "Inappropriate" comments are those that are SPAM, inflammatory, derogatory, offensive, promotional in nature, etc.  Although I have sole discretion in deciding what will and will not be published, rest assured that I will not choose to remove a comment simply because I do not agree with the author's perspective!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;.:.:.:.Fair Use.:.:.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally in an effort to supplement my blog posts, I will use an image that may be protected by a copyright held by someone else.  As a general rule (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and out of common courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) I always act in good faith and do my best to properly identify the source of the material.  However, I also realize that there is a chance that I may incorrectly identify a piece of intellectual property.  Therefore, if you are the owner of an improperly credited copyrighted material, please &lt;a href="http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/contact-me.html"&gt;contact me &lt;/a&gt;so that I may fix my inadvertent error.  Moreover, if you wish that I remove the image completely, please &lt;a href="http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/contact-me.html"&gt;contact me &lt;/a&gt;and I will do so immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, nobody likes a copycat, and I certainly do not want to be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;.:.:.:.FTC Compliance.:.:.:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On December 1, 2009, the FTC guidelines got a little more strict on Testimonial Advertisements, Bloggers, and Celebrity Endorsements.  To read more about the changes, click &lt;a href="http://www.ftc.gov/opa/2009/10/endortest.shtm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ever-so fabulous Liz did an incredible post about the recent FTC changes.  Since she is far more eloquent than I, rather than taking your time by writing my thoughts, general policies, and personal convictions, I will instead direct you &lt;a href="http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/2009/12/important-note.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that I will always notify you when and if any of these new provisions are applicable.  And also know that I would never "sell-out," so you can always count on my honesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-7918193960284955912?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/7918193960284955912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=7918193960284955912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7918193960284955912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/7918193960284955912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimers'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S0HRRTsxReI/AAAAAAAACWk/GRGDqDONKCc/s72-c/P5090104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-5229247353193619637</id><published>2009-03-01T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:19:44.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo!  So it looks like you're wanting to get in touch with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first things first.  I read [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and moderate&lt;/span&gt;] every.single.comment.  Ask me a question...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me I'm fabulous&lt;/span&gt;...or tell me you liked me better as a brunette!  No matter what you say, I'll be reading. And answering.  And loving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every.single.one.of.you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you prefer a more personal outlet, feel free to email me.  I love getting emails, and I do my best to respond in a timely manner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MissKriss768{at}gmail{dot}com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna Say Hello?...Ask me where I got my shoes?...or Host a giveaway on my blog?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purrrfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd LOVE to hear from you! Just shoot an email my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in sponsorship?...Ad Space?...Product Reviews?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Email me and I'll be more than happy to send my [highly competitive] rate information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being fabulous, and I look forward to hearing from you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-5229247353193619637?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/5229247353193619637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=5229247353193619637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/5229247353193619637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/5229247353193619637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/contact-me.html' title='Contact Me!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-4763993273949489009</id><published>2009-03-01T09:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:05:57.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DGC and Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqLsxWgW7ik/ToIjHjkPYYI/AAAAAAAADc4/Dtl2Nse2yok/s1600/Ceremony1%2528WMS%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of a Cute Dog...and His Even Cuter Owner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="c-odd"&gt;&lt;div class="c-subtitle"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Told in third person for added effect...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="c-photo"&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.mywedding.com/krisanddan/images/P8310681.JPG" alt="How We Met..." /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="c-text"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It's July 6, 2008, and Kristin was just returning to Nashville from visiting her parents in Huntsville.  Kristin stepped onto the elevator and headed to the condo she was subleasing for the summer, in desperate need of a shower.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Ding! The elevator arrives at the third floor and the doors swing open to reveal a 20-something guy and his dad, each with their bikes, about to head out for a long ride. Kristin smiled and said hello (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because she's friendly like that&lt;/span&gt;), and the dad smiled and said hi to Kristin. The guy, however, shot a disinterested glance in Kristin's direction while ushering his yellow Gary Fisher into the elevator.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Kristin thought to herself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did that guy seriously just snub me?! Wow. That never happens...&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To this day DGC swears that he does not remember this encounter. Kristin is inclined to believe him because the boy is like George Washington -- it is physiologically impossible for him to tell a lie...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;As Kristin headed into the condo that she was subleasing for the summer, she wondered who the guy was, and why she had never seen him before. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She would later learn that the reason that she hadn't seen him before was that he had spent the better part of June in Israel on an archaeological dig. For fun. That was her first clue that DGC wasn't going to be like anyone she had ever met before...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Fast forward to later in the evening. Kristin had showered (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank goodness&lt;/span&gt;), and she decided to sit out in the courtyard of the condo complex and read a book. As a law student, Kristin didn't get to read very many books "for fun," so she spent the entire summer reading the things that she wanted to read.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Ding! Kristin noticed that the elevator had opened on the third floor and she saw the same guy that had snubbed her earlier in the elevator walk out with his hands filled with groceries. Kristin smiled. The guy looked at Kristin, kind of smiled back (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, at least he acknowledged her presence this time, right?!&lt;/span&gt;), and then headed to his condo.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Approximately 15 minutes later, he emerged from his condo, walking the cutest dog that Kristin had ever seen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SxV8m2UrMhI/AAAAAAAACEQ/dGwSj73H-2A/s1600/P9130735_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SxV8m2UrMhI/AAAAAAAACEQ/dGwSj73H-2A/s320/P9130735_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410367534214623762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;So, since Kristin doesn't have a shy bone in her body (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and because apparently she's pretty shameless as well&lt;/span&gt;), she put on her best and brightest smile, channeled her most charming Southern accent, and yelled out to the guy who had snubbed her not once, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but twice&lt;/span&gt;, in the last 5 hours, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;That's such a cute dog&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The guy turned around, smiled a great smile and then acted like he didn't hear what Kristin had said. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He later confessed that he had heard Kristin, but that he wanted an excuse to come and talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;) He walked back up the flight of stairs and asked Kristin to repeat what she had just said. Kristin told him that she thought his dog was cute, asked if it was a corgi...and then asked the dog's name. He and Kristin chatted briefly; she learned that his name was DGC and he asked if she was new to the complex.  Kristin explained that she was subleasing. Small talk ensued. And then DGC said that he was going to take his dog out and promptly walked away.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Approximately 10 minutes later Kristin felt something furry brush against her leg, and she looks down to find the cute dog that she had "met" a few minutes earlier sitting on her feet. She noticed that there was a leash attached to his collar, and she secretly hoped that DGC was attached to the other end of the leash...&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky for her, he was.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;DGC had walked up the back staircase this time, which means that Kristin didn't see him heading up the stairs. Well, obviously the dog had a plan of his own, and he immediately sat down on Kristin's feet and refused to move.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Of course, DGC was mortified, while Kristin, on the other hand, thought this was the cutest thing ever.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;After profusely apologizing for his dog's behavior (only to be told that Kristin loved it and that she didn't mind at all), DGC struck up quite the conversation with her. They sat outside while Kristin petted the dog and they had the nicest conversation. To be quite honest, neither DGC nor Kristin can even remember what they talked about that night. However, both know that it just...well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it just felt right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;They must've talked for almost an hour when DGC did the strangest thing. He said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it's getting late. It was nice to have met you&lt;/span&gt;." And then he left. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just walked away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Kristin immediately walked inside and called a friend to explain what had just transpired. After talking on the phone with her friend for a little while, she heard her doorbell ring.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When she answered the door, she saw DGC standing there. DGC explained that if Kristin would ever like to go out for coffee that he'd love to take her. And then he hands Kristin a piece of notebook paper with his name and number written on it. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, Kristin still has that little piece of notebook paper and carries it around with her in her wallet...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Ever so quick on her feet, Kristin says something clever about how she doesn't call boys and how if he wanted to go out for coffee, he should be the one to call her. She then promptly whipped out one of her embossed chocolate brown and robin's egg blue Crane's calling cards that she had ordered a few months earlier and placed it in his hand. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking back on it, that was one of the most pretentious things that Kristin had ever done...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;DGC smiled and said that he would definitely give Kristin a call and then left to go back to his condo. As the night progressed, Kristin got a little worried that maybe her pretentiousness had scared him off. So, she did something that is very uncharacteristic of her --&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristin sent DGC a text message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;That's correct -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt; made the first move.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It was short, simple, sweet and to the point. She explained that it was very nice meeting him and that she would definitely love to take him up on that offer for coffee whenever his schedule permitted.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;About 5 minutes passed before he responded. He said that he enjoyed meeting her as well and that they would definitely get together soon.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Kristin was absolutely giddy...which wasn't an emotion that she had experienced very much of in her life. She remembers sleeping very little that night because she couldn't get the guy with the dog out of her head. Well, lucky for her, he was feeling the same way. He sent her a text message the next day and asked if she would like to get coffee that night...&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Coffee turned into dinner...dinner turned into a moonlight walk...and Kristin was pretty much hooked. And lucky for her, so was DGC.&lt;/p&gt;Approximately 10 months later, DGC popped the question at sunset on a secluded beach in the Cayman Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="c-even"&gt;&lt;div class="c-subtitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="c-photo"&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.mywedding.com/krisanddan/images/856.jpg" alt="How We Got Engaged..." /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="c-text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin, of course, said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SxV7sTymuKI/AAAAAAAACEI/QBl1bwrCOEw/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SxV7sTymuKI/AAAAAAAACEI/QBl1bwrCOEw/s320/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410366528512506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year to the day that he proposed, DGC and Kristin were married in front of their closest friends and family in a small ceremony at a private home in the Cayman Islands Yacht club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqLsxWgW7ik/ToIjHjkPYYI/AAAAAAAADc4/Dtl2Nse2yok/s1600/Ceremony1%2528WMS%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dqLsxWgW7ik/ToIjHjkPYYI/AAAAAAAADc4/Dtl2Nse2yok/s400/Ceremony1%2528WMS%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657122694644064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and just like a fairytale, DGC and Kristin lived happily* ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-4763993273949489009?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/4763993273949489009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=4763993273949489009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4763993273949489009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/4763993273949489009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/dgc-and-me-our-story.html' title='DGC and Me...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SxV8m2UrMhI/AAAAAAAACEQ/dGwSj73H-2A/s72-c/P9130735_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-446186360139163121.post-3312359409480703060</id><published>2009-03-01T08:00:00.034-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:11:33.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to meet you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;But you can call me &lt;s&gt;Miss&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mrs.&lt;/i&gt; Kriss if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well really, you can call me pretty much anything.&lt;br /&gt;I assure you, I've been called worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is there to tell you about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with the basics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love DGC, live music, travel, fitness, and fashion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TPi2L5KpI/AAAAAAAACeU/aKiH7_2n_7E/s1600-h/P6120087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TPi2L5KpI/AAAAAAAACeU/aKiH7_2n_7E/s320/P6120087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428191648456190610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on the quest to find the perfect pair of jeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1S-LzH5EqI/AAAAAAAACdk/93g9WpQlh_g/s1600-h/IMG_2765_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1S-LzH5EqI/AAAAAAAACdk/93g9WpQlh_g/s320/IMG_2765_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428172560799437474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've been known to knock back a glass or two of champagne in record time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1O-hgTq4wI/AAAAAAAACc0/y60yE1x7un4/s1600-h/P9250051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1O-hgTq4wI/AAAAAAAACc0/y60yE1x7un4/s320/P9250051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427891458728977154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I have an unhealthy obsession with &lt;a href="http://www.zacbrownband.com/"&gt;the Zac Brown Band&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SzmTUxHPLSI/AAAAAAAACRc/ew28brVqaTY/s1600-h/IMG00220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/SzmTUxHPLSI/AAAAAAAACRc/ew28brVqaTY/s320/IMG00220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420525611507461410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat Max can flush the toilet and play fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TReBeWzHI/AAAAAAAACek/RX6fvLLDfOU/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TReBeWzHI/AAAAAAAACek/RX6fvLLDfOU/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428193764610329714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's cooler than your cat.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lawyer by day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99V0g5_3I0g/ToIkX3aZy-I/AAAAAAAADdA/2DtCx2v0CXc/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99V0g5_3I0g/ToIkX3aZy-I/AAAAAAAADdA/2DtCx2v0CXc/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657124074361048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I don't really know what I am by night,&lt;br /&gt;but it has to be cooler than a lawyer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9DZ4wAHzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/s4uBHjC9m0A/s1600-h/P3310003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/Su9DZ4wAHzI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/s4uBHjC9m0A/s320/P3310003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399608590250024754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(On second thought, don't answer that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love living in Nashville....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where life takes me, I will always get up and dance whenever I hear Sweet Home Alabama played on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TPivYFyLI/AAAAAAAACeM/hP-66SzEXLw/s1600-h/5489_1110719776413_1479428965_30358382_2552092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TPivYFyLI/AAAAAAAACeM/hP-66SzEXLw/s320/5489_1110719776413_1479428965_30358382_2552092_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428191646628300978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't tell, I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, don't let the fabulosity fool you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TReaTK7KI/AAAAAAAACes/fSlOwxiJZfA/s1600-h/P2130796_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TReaTK7KI/AAAAAAAACes/fSlOwxiJZfA/s320/P2130796_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428193771274300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...My life really isn't all that interesting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a small town girl with big city ambitions, and I'm doing my best to figure out what my place is in this crazy thing that we call life.  I certainly don't have all the answers, and I'm not even sure if I have a clue what the "real world" is like, but I'm trying my hardest to learn and having lots of fun along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life's too short to be anything other than fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/446186360139163121-3312359409480703060?l=miss-kriss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/feeds/3312359409480703060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=446186360139163121&amp;postID=3312359409480703060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3312359409480703060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/446186360139163121/posts/default/3312359409480703060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-kriss.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-me-me.html' title='Nice to meet you...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375941972534234977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ray78Aw6YZE/TrQAkJuqblI/AAAAAAAADkw/EiHFVzxRjmo/s220/photo%252819%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fvto8lYUxMg/S1TPi2L5KpI/AAAAAAAACeU/aKiH7_2n_7E/s72-c/P6120087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
