tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29599465107948276772024-03-12T20:16:48.634-07:00Living The Good LifeHaleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-29654888827650474542012-06-19T17:01:00.002-07:002012-06-19T17:01:32.807-07:00Okay, so...I have a question for people who read this blog. Which is like all of six, considering I post like once every month, if that. But I do have a question and I would like it answered.<br />
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I am probably one of the most strong willed people that I know. I know exactly who I am, what my beliefs are, and what I want to do with my life. I feel like certain people in my life look down on me because of this.<br />
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I feel like girls nowadays have no definition outside of a man. It really, really bothers me. I love Michael, my boyfriend of four and a half years more than anything. He really is an important part of my life. That being said, <i>he's not my whole life. </i>I have friends, I have school, I have fanfiction (this is a legit hobby of mine), I have my books, I have my dogs, I have things outside of him that give me fulfillment.<br />
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I'm Haley. I'll always be Haley. I feel like it's important to not lose yourself in a relationship, to bury yourself in another person. It doesn't seem fair to me, or to him. I feel like it's important to know and respect yourself in a relationship.<br />
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I also feel like I'm in the minority for girls my age around where I am.<br />
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I live in a teeny tiny town in South Carolina.<br />
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I feel like there's more to life than being barefoot and pregnant. <br />
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But I feel like I'm in the minority.<br />
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Am I wrong?Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-31682977499136503562012-05-18T09:49:00.001-07:002012-05-18T09:49:14.383-07:00Picture Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Duke :)<br />
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Duke & Daisy<br />
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Palmetto Mustangs AA Softball State Champions 2012<br />
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I want to show them that I'm more than just a piece in their games....<br />
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Auntie's baby <3<br />
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Mama's big ol' baby<br />
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My Roxy Love <3<br />
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Maggie boo boo <3<br />
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my life <3<br />
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<br />Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-72684032651495628072012-05-17T10:10:00.000-07:002012-05-17T10:10:31.493-07:00Truths for Thursday#1- I'm out of books. I've read my entire summer reading list. I've even read some of them twice! I'd like some new books if anyone knows of any. I really prefer fantasy/mythology/dystopian stuff.<br />
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#2- Fast food has begun to make me sick. I can't even eat an order of fries without feeling like I'm going to harf. It kind of makes me sad because it's been a staple in my diet for so long.<br />
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#3- I can't wait to start the coupon swap. I'm obsessed with finding deals. I do plan on stockpiling/donating. Anyone who wants to give me coupons, it'll be appreciated.<br />
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#4- I enjoy getting mail that isn't bills.<br />
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#5- I'm ready, more than ready to be done with school. I'm just ready to be out there TEACHING instead of learning about how to be a teacher. I guess it'll all pay off in the end.<br />
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#6- Weddings are EXPENSIVE.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-56337418739319064722012-05-10T08:25:00.000-07:002012-05-10T08:25:08.533-07:00On MarriageWell, firstly, seeing as I've never been married, this is going to really, really make some people mad. But lets get something straight- <i><b><u>I DO NOT CARE</u>. </b></i>I've sat on this belief long enough and I feel like it's time to get it out there. Especially with what happened in North Carolina yesterday. <br /><br />
I'm in a relationship, a long term one. Michael and I have been together for the better part of five years, and no, we aren't married. We just aren't ready. It doesn't have anything to do with how much I love him, because I love him dearly, and I couldn't ever imagine my life without him. <u><i><b>I don't need a big ceremony or a piece of paper to tell me how much I love someone</b></i></u>. Because when it boils right down to it, it's nothing more than a piece of paper. I'm really, really tired of self-righteous people who think that they can judge my relationship and our actions, just because we aren't married. We've been together <i>four and a half years. </i>Get off your high horse.<br />
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People judge my relationship a lot based on it's length without marriage; I've had a lot of people say that we aren't committed to each other. Five years without a single break up proves commitment. And when it boils down to it, that's what love is, what marriage is. Committing your life to another human being no matter what happens. <br />
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I'm beginning to think the entire institution of marriage is nothing but a joke. A big, fat joke. I think it'st a joke how two people who don't even know each other- and I don't give a crap what anyone says- you can't truly know somebody in six months; can run off and get a marriage liscence. This is why a whopping 56% of first marriages end in divorce. The percentages rise for second and third marriages. Kim Kardashian can be married for 57 days and no one thinks there's something wrong with that? What a joke. <br />
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Same-sex couples who have been together for years, or decades can't get married? Haven't they proved their commitment to each other? Isn't that, when it boils down to it, what marriage is? Making a commitment to another human being? To promise your life to another human being no matter what happens? But no, we regulate commitment on whether or not the people have different genitalia. I'll say it again. <i>What a joke. </i><br />
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<i>What does this say about our society? The fact that we endorse heterosexual marriages that will indefinitely end in divorce? But not homosexual couples that truly have proved their commitment? </i><br />
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<i><b>This is truly and utterly pathetic and disgusting. </b></i><br />
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<b>It's nothing but a piece of paper. A piece of paper that everyone should get to have. </b><i><b> </b> </i><br />
<i> </i>Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-68030994230244167052012-05-03T08:40:00.002-07:002012-05-03T08:40:17.054-07:00Summer? Might have time to blog now...So, most of the people that read my blog (Like the two followers that I do have) know all about me. But anyways, Ima write some letters I wish I could send. :)<br />
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Dear Michael,<br />
It's my name. I'll keep Davis as my middle name if I want.<br />
Doesn't mean I love you any less,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear Catching Fire,<br />
Why are you OVER a full year until your release?<br />
Number of days until you come out is too dang RYE,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear People who read my Fanfics,<br />
REVIEW, DARN YOU!<br />
Frustrated,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear Kane Chronicles,<br />
The last book better be good. I spent money on it.<br />
Avid Reader,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear Anderson University,<br />
Please post my grades quicker. And make more student parking spots. And get decent food.<br />
You make me angry,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear Alley and Mellie,<br />
I MISS YOU TOO MUCH! WE NEED TO HANG OUT!<br />
Love you girls,<br />
Ladybug :)<br />
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Dear Fifty Shades of Grey,<br />
Good story. Could have done without 3/4 of the weird sex you put in.<br />
Creeped out,<br />
Haley<br />
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Dear MUSC,<br />
YOU BETTER MAKE SURE MY MOM IS OKAY.<br />
Not joking, <br />HaleyHaleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-49530081788706349042012-01-05T07:03:00.000-08:002012-01-05T07:03:39.876-08:00Thursday Things1. I am a book nerd, obviously. My three favorite series are<i> Harry Potter</i> (duh), <i>The Hunger Games</i>, and <i>Percy Jackson and the Olympians</i> and the spin off of PJ, <i>The Heroes of Olympus</i>. THG movie is coming out on March 23, 2012. Squeeeee! I'm so excited. JLaw and Josh Hutcherson seem perfect for the roles of Peeta and Katniss, (ahem, Peeniss). I do have a slight problem with my movie, though. <i>Taylor Swift</i> is going to be on the soundtrack. There are no words for how angry this makes me. THIS ISN'T A TAYLOR SWIFT TYPE OF MOVIE!!! I have listened to the song, and I <u><i><b>hate, loathe, and abominate</b></i></u> it with every fiber of my being. If they play that song during the cave scene, so help me Peter, I will storm out of the theater in fury.<br />
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2. Arkansas should have went to the Orange Bowl, this much is obvious. But since the BCS is stupid and will only let 2 teams from the same conference play in their stupid BCS bowls, and since Alabama & LSU are playing for the National Championship (Geaux Tigers!!), that takes care of the two SEC teams playing in the BCS. So Clemsux went to the Orange Bowl and played the WVU Mountaineers. And they got <u><i><b>spanked. </b></i></u>70-33. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!!!!!! Clemsux can't play with the big boys. The fact that they got so royally messed up just proves my point that the ACC is one of the crappier conferences in college football.<br />
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3. I love my Ralph Lauren Shirts I got for Christmas. They are so comfortable.<br />
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4. I can't decide whether I should post my fanfiction that I wrote on my blog.<br />
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5. I have started a fiction story all of my own creation. I am so proud.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-14248605257001939662011-12-30T17:54:00.000-08:002011-12-30T17:54:15.301-08:00New Year's Resolutions1. Read more new books<br />
- I read and reread Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and The Hunger Games. I need to branch out, although I never will turn my back on Percy, Harry, or Katniss <br />
2. Write more for pleasure; More Fanfics, and maybe even start my own story.<br />
-I wrote a fanfic this week and enjoyed it; and I've always thought I could make up my own story.<br />
3. Go to the Beach<br />
-Because It's fun <br />
4. Drink Less Soda<br />
-So I don't get kidney stones <br />
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I know they're lame; I felt obligated to post them though.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-10720670855545660582011-12-30T17:50:00.000-08:002011-12-30T17:50:09.220-08:002012 Harry Potter Reading Challenge<center><a href="http://thereadingfever.blogspot.com/2011/11/2012-harry-potter-reading-challenge.html"><br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/strawbaeri/Blogs/TRF/HPRCmedium.jpg" <br />
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2012 Harry Potter Reading Challenge!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>The challenge:</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: center;"> Read all seven books in the Harry Potter series during 2012.</div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</i></div></div><div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <i><br />
</i></div></div><ul><li style="text-align: left;">The challenge will run from January 1st, 2012, to December 31st, 2012. Books read before or after this time frame do not count. You can join anytime until the challenge ends.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Books can be in any format: Print, ebook, audiobook, etc..</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">You <b>do not</b> have to review the books to participate, although you are more than welcome to. If you choose not to review, you can also do the following and still be eligible for prizes:</li>
<ul><li style="text-align: left;">Answer the discussion questions each month</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Create a post talking about each book after you finish (any topic)</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Just update your kickoff post after each book</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Those without blogs can leave a comment with their thoughts/review/review link.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Because this is open to those who have already read HP, old reviews will be accepted. <i>Whether you have read the books within the challenge time frame is on the honor system, so please be honest!</i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://thereadingfever.blogspot.com/2011/11/2012-harry-potter-reading-challenge.html">Harry Potter Reading Challenge!</a> </i></li>
</ul></ul>Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-29173873244660998192011-12-28T08:43:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:43:56.161-08:00Boredom (Hunger Games Spoilers in this!!!)<h1>The Hunger Games 30 Day Challenge</h1>Day 1: Your favorite character: Peeta, Haymitch, or Finnick<br />
Day 2: Your least favorite character: Gale or Coin<br />
Day 3: A character you hate that everyone loves: GALE lol<br />
Day 4: A character you love that everyone hates: Snow<br />
Day 5: Your favorite fight/battle scene: When they fight the monkeys<br />
Day 6: A scene that made you laugh: Do you find this distracting?<br />
Day 7: A scene that made you cry: When Peeta choked Katniss. I felt like the whole series just fell apart from underneath me. <br />
Day 8: The character you are most like: I wanna say Haymitch because I am snarky; But then again Peeta because I love and protect fiercely.<br />
Day 9: Your favorite quote: I just want to spend every minute of the rest of my life with you -PM<br />
Day 10: Peeta or Gale: PEETA<br />
Day 11: Something you hate about the series: That Peeta was hijacked<br />
Day 12: A character you wish hadn’t died: FINNICK<br />
Day 13: A character you wish had died: Gale<br />
Day 14: Your favorite tribute (aside from Peeta/Katniss): Thresh<br />
Day 15: Your least favorite tribute (aside from Peeta/Katniss): Clove<br />
Day 16: A question you wish had been answered in the book: WHAT WERE THE KIDS NAMES????<br />
Day 17: The worst death: Finnick.<br />
Day 18: A song that reminds you of the series: Um , I have a few. Bait a hook- It reminds me of how Gale feels about Peeta; I wouldn't be a man- It reminds me of how Peeta feels about Katniss, and God gave me you- It reminds me of how Kat feels about Peeta<br />
Day 19: Your favorite pairing:Peeniss!! Lol. I ship PeetaxKatniss<br />
Day 20: Your least favorite pairing: GalexKatniss or FinnickxJohanna<br />
Day 21: A pairing you don’t get: HaymitchxKatniss<br />
Day 22: Your favorite book of the three: Catching Fire<br />
Day 23: Your favorite secondary character: Prim or Madge<br />
Day 24: Your least favorite secondary character: Mrs. Mellark. Evil Witch<br />
Day 25: Your dream cast: I like the one it has now.<br />
Day 26: Your favorite scene in The Hunger Games: Either the cave or the reaping.<br />
Day 27: Your favorite scene in Catching Fire: Beach. Obviously.<br />
Day 28: Your favorite scene in Mockingjay: Hmm, when Kat kisses Peeta to bring him back<br />
Day 29: Your favorite thing about the entire series: That Katniss freed Panem and ended up happy<br />
Day 30: A book/series that you would rec to fellow fans: Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, etcHaleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-12156098562670027392011-12-15T15:06:00.001-08:002012-09-06T07:22:23.953-07:00101 in 1001<strike>1. Get into the TEP here at AU</strike><br />
2. Graduate from college<br />
3. Find a wedding dress<br />
4. Get professional pictures done of Michael, me, and the dogs<br />
5. Move out on my own<br />
6. Own at least 5 pairs of Miss Me jeans (3/5)<br />
<strike>7. Have an iPhone</strike><br />
8. Go on another cruise<br />
9. Learn how to change a tire<br />
10. Learn how to french braid<br />
11. Start Couponing<br />
12. Find a venue<br />
13.Get a tattoo<br />
14. Learn to make Mamma's pineapple cake<br />
15. Read 4 new series of books (3/4) (Maze Runner and Divergent, Sword of Truth)<br />
16. Plant flowers on Bruce & Spike's grave<br />
17. Go to World of Coke<br />
18. Own a pair of real diamond earrings<br />
<strike>19. Own a pair of real pearl earrings</strike><br />
20. Ride the train in the Mountains<br />
<strike>21. Own a real Ralph Lauren Polo shirt</strike><br />
<strike>22. Make pumpkin muffins</strike><br />
23. Go back to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter<br />
24. Get Married<br />
25. Go on a honeymoon<br />
26. Make a scarf<br />
27. Learn how to make marinara sauce<br />
<strike>28. Get a new sewing machine</strike><br />
29. Learn to crochet<br />
30. Get a Macbook pro.<br />
31. Conquer my fear of horses.<br />
32. Make Hayden something with said ability to crochet or sew<br />
33. Go to the melting pot with Alex and Mel<br />
<strike>35. Eat a whole platter of mezzaluna from Carraba's all by myself.</strike><br />
<strike>36. Start a recipe book for when I get married</strike><br />
37. Go camping with Michael<br />
38. Buy something off of Craigslist<br />
39. Keep a journal at least 3 months<br />
40. Drive a Mustang<br />
41. Learn how to drive a manual transmission car<br />
42. Actually make something I pinned on Pinterest<br />
43. Fill up a photo album with pictures<br />
44. Do Project 365<br />
45. Buy a dozen chocolate covered strawberries<br />
46. Sell something on Craigslist<br />
47. Watch all the Harry Potter movies back to back<br />
48. Read the Harry Potter series at least ten more times (4/10)<br />
49. Make Kaylee a dress<br />
50. Write a letter to my parents telling them how much they mean to me<br />
51. Read Percy Jackson & The Olympians & The Heroes of Olympus at least twice more (1/2)<br />
<strike>52. Babysit Hayden on my own</strike><br />
53. Make another Build-a-Bear<br />
54. Read the Hunger games at least 3 more times (2/3)<br />
<strike>55. Write a Hunger Games Fanfiction (I ship KatnissxPeeta)</strike><br />
56. Write a Harry Potter Fanfiction ( I ship HarryxGinny, RonxHermione)<br />
57. Write a Percy Jackson Fanfiction (I ship Percabeth and ThaliaxNico)<br />
58. Write a fiction story all of my own creation<br />
59. Have something in my wedding inspired by my three main series of books (HP, HG, PJ&O)<br />
60. <strike>Go see The Hunger Games,</strike> Catching Fire, and Mockingjay in theaters (Mockingjay won't come out at the end of this list)<br />
61. Bake homemade cupcakes<br />
62. Bake homemade bread<br />
63. Get something embroidered with my married intials<br />
64. Fast for a day<br />
65. Go swim in the ocean with Mike<br />
66. Be able to swim 500 yds. again.<br />
67. Pick out a wedding cake<br />
<strike>68. Go up to someone and start singing "Harry Potter, I'm Harry Potter"</strike><br />
69. Learn to make jelly<br />
70. Be able to run 1 mile in 9 minutes minimum<br />
71. Have my own gun<br />
72. Own a pair of Tony Lama boots<br />
<strike>73. Finish this list</strike><br />
74. Pick out names for our children (3/4) (Maysilee Anne, Thomas Alexander, Michael Brock) (note: She will go by Maysilee and he will go by Brock, and Alexander)<br />
<strike>75. Get a bow and arrow</strike><br />
76. Buy a brand new outfit and donate it to goodwill.<br />
77. Actually weigh enough to give blood (102/110)<br />
78. Put Michael in an arm bar without him helping me out<br />
79. Go Hunting<br />
80. Buy a new comforter for when I get married<br />
<strike>81. Own a watch</strike><br />
<strike>82. Offer someone sugar in exchange for their secrets</strike><br />
83. Give $50 to a charity that I like<br />
84. Run all of the hot water out of the shower<br />
85. Learn to play at least one of Mike's idiotic video games<br />
86. Go visit my family in Tennesee at least twice (0/2)<br />
87. Buy something from The Charleston Candy Kitchen<br />
88. Make the President's List<br />
89. Make the Dean's List throughout my whole college career (3/8)<br />
90. Try Indian Food<br />
91. Watch at least 10 UFC PPV's (0/10)<br />
92. Write a letter for Michael to give to him on our wedding day<br />
93. Pass Praxis II and PLT<br />
94.Own at least 5 scents from Victoria Secret or B&BW (0/5)<br />
<strike>95. Buy Ed Hardy perfume</strike><br />
<strike>96. Get a new Coach Purse</strike><br />
<strike>97. Pick out & finalize wedding colors</strike><br />
98. Make a scrapbook<br />
99. Paint something on canvas<br />
100. Eat a dozen chocolate chip cookies in one sitting<br />
<strike>101. Own something embroidered with my maiden intials (</strike>got a decal for my car)<br />
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I'll be posting updates as I get these things done :)Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-14868453912037065182011-12-07T13:39:00.000-08:002011-12-07T13:39:12.274-08:00Percy, Harry, KatnissAnyone who knows me knows I love, love, love to read. I love the thrill of finding a new series. When I read a series that I love- such as <i>Harry Potter</i>, <i>Percy Jackson & The Olympians</i> and the continuation of it, <i>The Heroes of Olympus</i> and <i>The Hunger Games</i>, I get really attached to the characters. Reading is my only escape from everyday life- when I'm entranced with Katniss and Peeta or infuriated at Umbridge, I don't have to think about anything. I don't have a bad life, don't get me wrong, but it is such a relief to escape into a world that's entirely make believe.<br />
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I tend to favor fantasy books, obviously. Something about the magic (no pun intended) of them always keeps me invested.<br />
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I love that Percy is brave and reckless and that he's fiercely loyal to his Annabeth, to Grover, to Thalia, and to his mother. He is dedicated and protects his father, Poseidon. Even though Poseidon wasn't there for him growing up, Percy loves his father- and does everything that he can to protect him from the titan lord, Kronos. His family and his friends mean more to him than anything. Percy is loyal- he's the friend that everybody wished that they had. <br />
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I love that Katniss has such a will to survive, and to protect her beloved from harm, without being sappy, and disgusting (I'm looking at you, Stephenie Meyer). Katniss is a strong woman and she finally gives into love- when she realizes that Peeta is the only person for her. Katniss and Peeta are such a stronger, more beautiful couple than any sparkly vampire could ever convey. They are the epitome of <i>I'll love you through anything.</i> And that's the most important quality in any sort of love, for me.<br />
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Harry, my Harry. I don't know what I would do without him. I can't really talk about without a lot of raw emotions popping up. Harry showed me what it was like to stand up for what you believed in, and who you loved. Ron showed me the importance of not taking myself too siriusly....(ha, ha) and Hermione showed me that it's okay to be smart. You many not have everyone, but you'll have some one who will love you and befriend you. Sirius showed me that it's alright to take a walk on the wild side. Ginny showed me how to not give up on someone you loved. Fred and George taught me anything is possible if you've got enough nerve.<br />
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When I read a series, I get attached. I get attached to the characters. They are there when I need them, and shut away when I don't. I'm so happy that I have a love of reading. My life wouldn't be the same without it.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-90569975661168898542011-11-22T05:22:00.000-08:002011-11-22T05:22:09.671-08:00On their First BirthdayOn the first birthday of my puppies that I love so dearly, I don't know whether to be happy, sad or a mixture of both. Of course I'm happy that my miracle, Duke, is still here with us and still just as temperamental and funny as he was on the day he was born; but I wish he wouldn't have had to go through all that pain in his first year. I love him more than he will ever know, and sometimes, it's his big, fat head and goofy puppy grin that keep his mommy going when she doesn't really feel like it. He truly is a miracle; in more than one way. I love him so much and I am so happy that the Lord saw fit to let me keep him longer than he let me keep my BooBoo.<br />
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I am so happy that my bright, vivacious Daisy is here with us. She never contracted the virus, thankfully; She is just as much a puppy as she was one year ago. She brightens up my life so much, I couldn't imagine my life without her! I love her more than she will ever know, and am so glad that I still get to see her almost everyday! <br />
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Of course I am so sad that my BooBoo and Spikers didn't make it to this monumental birthday, the first one they would have had of many, but it was robbed of them by a mean, cruel and violent virus, and vet that didn't tell me that it was a booster. Of course I blame myself, a lot. How could I not. But I could play the blame game all day everyday and it wouldn't bring either of them back. I think of his sad eyes and his floppy ears,and while it brings a smile to my heart, there is a pang of longing there too. A pang of longing that can never, ever be filled, because I won't ever get to see him again on this earth. It hurts to think about it, but I'm glad my BooBoo and Spikers don't hurt anymore; they play all day and watch over their brother, Duke, their sister, Daisy, and their Mama, Roxy. They watch over me and Michael. Everytime I see a rainbow, I can almost feel that sandpaper tongue against my face and those big, sad eyes looking at me saying, "But Mama, I'm hungry! Can't you see I'm starved!"<br />
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I love you Duke, Daisy, Bruce, Spike & Bentley!<br />
Happy Birthday!!Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-38340839009778796582011-11-21T10:59:00.000-08:002011-11-21T10:59:35.107-08:00God gave me you<i>God gave me you for the ups and downs</i><br />
<i>God gave me you for the days of doubt</i><br />
<i>For when I think I've lost my way</i><br />
<i>There are no words here left to say</i><br />
<i>It's true</i><br />
<i>God gave me you</i><br />
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Thanks to the Lord for all the people that he has given me <3Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-77363509074715979972011-11-02T13:19:00.000-07:002011-11-02T13:19:25.941-07:00Christmas WantsDUDE, I feel totally selfish that I'm even posting this.<br />
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Numero Uno: An engagement ring. :) I feel like I've paid my dues to the relationship gods and it's about that time. No, I'm not going to run off and get married the day after i get it. We are planning to have a two year engagement so we can get our feet firmly planted and have a place to live and be a family all on our own. <br />
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Dos: Another pair of Miss Me Jeans<br />
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Tres: iPad keyboard. I need this, it would be so helpful for my classes.<br />
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Cuatro- A booklist- seriously, this is free. Someone make me out one so that I can have stuff to read.<br />
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Cinco- Bath and Body Works stuff! I neeeeed some!<br />
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Seis- A planner, one of the big, good ones.<br />
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That's all for now.<br />
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What do ya'll want for Christmas?Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-56178326036537168262011-10-27T05:11:00.000-07:002011-10-27T05:11:26.791-07:00My Life Sucks.Yeah, I went there. Yeah, I said it. I understand that I live in America, I have food to eat, blah blah blah, but sometimes ya just gotta say how ya feel and this is how i feel.<br />
Except for Hayden's birth, this year has been awful. We've been through heath scares with my dad and papa, Hayden himself, and it's just been crappy.<br />
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Even though it's been 4, almost 5 months, I'm still grieving the death of my dogs. I miss them so much everyday. I blame myself a lot for that because I didn't know that parvo was a booster, and if I did, they would have had it.<br />
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I've got so much school work I have to do. I get it, I signed up for this and blah, blah, blah. That doesn't mean it's not stressful. I just want to pull my hair out half the time now days.<br />
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I've had to watch pretty much everyone that I know get married this year, and I can't even get a ring on it. I feel like punching something half the time because it really gets to me. Most of these relationships are less than <i>half a year</i> and I'm like, WTH are you doing? <b>YOU CAN'T LOVE SOMEONE YOU DON'T KNOW.</b> Geeze o Petees. I know it's dumb or what ever but I've spent the past 3 years and 11 months trying to build a strong foundation for my relationship, and then people go out and do stuff like this. It really makes me lose all faith I once had in humanity. <br />
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People just aren't nice anymore. What happened to that?<br />
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And, on top of everything else, Michael had a wreck last night. Being that his truck is a 2008, It's going to cost a pretty penny to get fixed. Thankfully, He's okay, and the truck is still drivable. But don't talk to me about faith. Or happiness. Because I really don't have any right now.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-49124835528351169342011-10-25T17:35:00.000-07:002011-10-25T17:35:10.946-07:00So bleh.So over all this school work. Like seriously, my teachers are trying to kill me. 2 Lessons, 2 summaries, a 10 page paper, field reflections, and a quiz all in one week!<br />
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Ugh! I'm so ready to be done with school and out in the real world.<br />
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On the brightside, I love my placement. More to come when I have time.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-81032465640249737022011-10-13T08:18:00.000-07:002011-10-13T08:18:43.339-07:00Ten Facts Thursday1. I'm five foot one, with heels on. Mike is six foot four, no shoes. That's over a foot and three inches difference. We get weird looks in public a lot.<br />
2. I love Duke, Roxy, and Daisy so much. Have I mentioned this before? And I miss my boo boo and the Spikers.<br />
3. November is my favorite month, & fall is my favorite season.<br />
4. I want to name my sons Michael Brock and William Finn. I haven't picked out any girl names cause I just have the feeling that the four or five children that I want will all be sons.<br />
5. I apply for Benchmark I this semester, and I already passed Praxis I. :)<br />
6. I love Pinterest, Pottermore, & Facebook.<br />
7. I love PINK.<br />
8. I work at the donut stand at the Jockey Lot, and I love it.<br />
9. My nephew is the best.<br />
10. I'm hungry, atm. lol.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-30565882313289734072011-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:002011-10-12T14:30:27.168-07:00Just Because I feel like it.Attn: This post is going to be all over the place. Get ov-ah it.<br />
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Michael and I have been together for 3 years, 10 months, and 12 days.<br />
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Michael is also joining the National Guard. Go ahead and shoot me now!<br />
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I am totally at that stage where if Mike doesn't propose to me soon, I will be put in the loony bin. My patience has worn thin and I'm sick everyone around me getting a ring on it, when I don't have one. Judge me if you wish, I don't particularly care.And a disclaimer, if you have been dating your fiance less than a year and comment on this post, I reserve the right to tell you off. Not joking, not even a little. Don't push me.<br />
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School is so ugh. I wish my placement teacher would email me back. I have like a bajillion things to do and I don't feel like doing any of it :/<br />
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I miss my doggies, and my nephew, so much.<br />
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I want to kick something.<br />
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I need a new book.<br />
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And new music.<br />
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And a new attitude.<br />
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Love,<br />
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HaleyHaleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-73574972880867128382011-09-29T18:56:00.001-07:002011-09-29T18:56:45.049-07:00IHave had an awful week and I promise I will get back to posting soon!Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-89862672556292982752011-09-22T19:54:00.000-07:002011-09-22T19:54:41.107-07:00Truth ThursdayTruth #1- I am so over Math. OVER.IT.<br />
Truth #2- I can't wait to see Hayden. Tomorrow.<br />
Truth #3- I can't decide if I want to start project 365.<br />
Truth #4- I can't believe I still have money and it's thursday<br />
Truth #5- Turning in crochet is unbelievably frustrating.<br />
Truth #6- My boxers are HILARIOUS<br />
Truth #7- I NEED for The Clock to open back up ASAP. mmmmm...fried chicken.... mmmmm.....<br />
Truth # 8- I need an umbrella.<br />
Truth # 9- I love love love shopping, too much.<br />
Truth # 10- I can't wait to get my new purse from Intials, Inc!Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-22473397868339188222011-09-21T08:17:00.000-07:002011-09-21T08:17:05.492-07:00On the loss of Spike<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQ5rr8wBjooOk651bfQN5bZKaBDU82gKbnHgu5PDkhNy0Nr2VWVsxhb1y2hovDb-6YUz4exvCBShHI6Vv-_usS9d2VoQCjhlDvKlkMnn-Mr5n86u5e5a3wi5ubrTfi5dbK5t1qxmIr8Tu/s1600/spike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQ5rr8wBjooOk651bfQN5bZKaBDU82gKbnHgu5PDkhNy0Nr2VWVsxhb1y2hovDb-6YUz4exvCBShHI6Vv-_usS9d2VoQCjhlDvKlkMnn-Mr5n86u5e5a3wi5ubrTfi5dbK5t1qxmIr8Tu/s1600/spike.jpg" /></a></div>It's time for me to write Spike's post. Ever since He & Boo Boo left us, I've been really trying not to think about it. It hurts too much. He deserves every bit of the post Brucey got, and now it's time for me to do it.<br />
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I've never seen a dog to be the clone of another until Spikey came along. He looks just like his dad, Samson. He acted just like Sam did too. He was often the aggressor when they played, and he was extremely rambunctious. He was hard to keep up with when he got going. He loved to pull and tug and play hard all the time. We even decided to keep his tail instead of getting it docked, because he looked so much like Sam. He was a beautiful fawn, not quite brown, but not white or red. He reminded me of the color of coffee. I miss him nearly as much as I miss my boo boo. He and Bruce were such opposites, it was so funny to watch them play. They were always buddies. Spike would be one of the only ones to play with Samson when Duke and Brucey were to scared to do it. He really had a fearless personality, and that was one of the things that I loved most about him.<br />
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Spike fought his virus till the very end. We even thought he was getting better before he turned for the worst. He was such a great, beautiful, playful dog, and he didn't deserve to go like he did. I know he and Brucey are in heaven playing now, keeping watch over me, Michael, Duke, Daisy, Roxy, & Bentley. They saw their brother through his virus, I honestly believe they were the reason that Duke kept fighting. I loved Spike so much, and I shouldn't have waited as long to post this as I did, but it's still just a hard thing to cope with. He nor Bruce deserved this, but they both fought as hard as they could, and they fought it to the end.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Rest in Peace Spike "Pikey" Bearden</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>11-22-10-6-16-11 </b><i> </i> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Disclaimer: I wrote Bruce's post before Spike & Duke got sick, just minutes before I got the call. So those of you that feel the need to say something about how long it took me to write this- Just don't.</div>Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-29976446942381710442011-09-21T08:04:00.000-07:002011-09-21T08:04:09.066-07:00Favorites :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-kKLvHYAWhNkPVc7XGKgoWzuSF11geWI9G5mBUUG-P1rq2HvRUTNE0LyFig696cHErpgIZjimiHCZwyuTqHSjo-OQ142bd5jZCWHwSMazU_hrJn08qThkzuNwmMTk0cr8AqABzI3lZ3M/s1600/dukeroxy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-kKLvHYAWhNkPVc7XGKgoWzuSF11geWI9G5mBUUG-P1rq2HvRUTNE0LyFig696cHErpgIZjimiHCZwyuTqHSjo-OQ142bd5jZCWHwSMazU_hrJn08qThkzuNwmMTk0cr8AqABzI3lZ3M/s320/dukeroxy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Truth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmPd9qdfzFgjQHXOlSjkhE1cQyOJsouAMQA1L_CUwQv2LL0H5v814inqMKyjKZgkpn6GTLJqAHezxiUzkMZO2Q6k4hIH0G62JJEjqff6Wv-6K8Cxh38YtHBMCRPeivwzZb3igXcT0r8OF/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmPd9qdfzFgjQHXOlSjkhE1cQyOJsouAMQA1L_CUwQv2LL0H5v814inqMKyjKZgkpn6GTLJqAHezxiUzkMZO2Q6k4hIH0G62JJEjqff6Wv-6K8Cxh38YtHBMCRPeivwzZb3igXcT0r8OF/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My nephew > all other nephews</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-49421024364007053432011-09-20T12:01:00.000-07:002011-09-20T12:01:42.372-07:00Top Ten Tuesday!My top ten favorite things are:<br />
1. My boyfriend, Mike<br />
2. My fur babies<br />
3. My awesome family, especially my baby nephew<br />
4. Lemomade <br />
5. Reading Harry Potter<br />
6. Game nights with Melody and cheatin' Alex<br />
7. Chocolate covered strawberries<br />
8. Looking at wedding junk<br />
9. Pink nail polish <br />
10. Learning crochet<br />
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:)Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-39838065367839190742011-09-14T10:07:00.000-07:002011-09-14T10:07:35.505-07:00i kinda...Fell out of the blogging hobby; but I really want to get back into it. It's such a great release. A friend of mine recently got a blog, and it made me realize how much I miss mine. So, while I probably won't be able to blog daily (too much going on with school) I'm going to try to keep it updated at least twice a week.<br />
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Updates: Michael and I are great; He's the best. I'm really hoping that we can get engaged within the next year and start really planning our wedding. Duke is doing so much better and has gained all his weight (plus some) back. He's my baby boy; as he always has been. Don't know what I would do without my Duke. Roxy is still our baby girl (duh) and she's great and heatlhy too. Hayden is getting so big. I cherish the moments I get to spend with that little boy! I love him so much! He is growing into a baby, not a newborn. I feel like I will wake up and he will be, oh, like ten. <br />
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Well I'm stealing this survey (ish) thing from my friend Haley Hudiburgh's blog, <a href="http://hhudiburgh.blogspot.com/">Shear Class;</a><br />
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<div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Full Name: Haley Christian Davis</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Nicknames: Haley Bug, Hay Hay, Wubby, Auntie</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Hometown: Williamston, SC</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Croutons or Bacon Bits: Bacon Bits</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite </span><span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2">Salad Dressing</span><span>: CREAMY POPPYSEED. YUM.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Nah, which is funny considering I used to swim.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Do you make fun of people: I really try not to, I know what it's like to be on the receiving end.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Have you ever been convicted of a crime?:I haven't</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>One pillow or two?:Husband & Regular Pillow</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Pets: 3 dogs; Duke, Daisy, & Roxy & My Angel Bruce.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Type of Music: COUNTRY. nothing else.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7">Hobbies</span><span>: I just learned to crochet. whee.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Dream Car: BMW M3. but it'll never happen. So, a Mustang.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Type of Car you drive now: '05 Honda Civic</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Words or Phrases you overuse: Dumb, Idiot, Marriage<-----LOL</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3">Toothpaste</span><span>: Colgate Minty ish.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Food: Cube Steak. Steak. Chicken Marinara. </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Most romantic thing that ever happened to you: When Mike gave me my promise ring.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Do you get along with your parents: Yes. I love them. </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite town to chill in: Anderson, SC</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Ice Cream: Chocolate.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Soft Drink: Coke & Mtn. Dew</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>What’s your </span><span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6">bed time</span><span>: Too Late here lately</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Adidas, Nike, or Reebok:Sperry?</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Perfume/Cologne: Vera Wang Princess... mmmmmm.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Song at the moment: God gave me you.<----me too</span><br />
<span>…..</span></span> </div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Website: Facebook.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Least Favorite Subject in School: Math. Ugh</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Sport to Watch:MMA.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Most humiliating moment:hmm, I busted my butt at work in front of a whole line of customers.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Loudest person you know: Huhh. Depends on the Day. </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Craziest person you know (or silliest): Mellllllieeeeeeee</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Holiday: Christmas</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>What do you look for in the opposite sex?: Humor, Honesty, lack of criminal record :) </span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Things I’ve learned from life: The longer you wait for something, the more you appreciate it.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite number:30</span></span></div>Favorite Color: Pinkkkkkk<br />
<div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Greatest experience in your lifetime: Holding my nephew for the first time, Real love</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Why are you here on earth?: To teach, to be a great wife to mike, to be a mother, and to serve God</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Who means the most to you?: Mike & Family</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Drinking habits:I don't.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Windows/Macintosh/Unix: Windows.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Favorite Quote: If you want the true measure of a man, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals..</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Would you rather use </span><span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">platinum</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">, gold, silver or tungsten wedding bands? I'd love platinum, but it's wayyyy to expensive. So white gold :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Off to Mrs. Rish! Yayyyy :/</span></span><br />
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</div>Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959946510794827677.post-29938594276989863892011-08-01T11:39:00.000-07:002011-08-01T11:39:39.861-07:00I love my dogs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9CLyC0k7AtJBDylMaGg7oC4Grk3Q2H_cHFRMSH_jOkRl7EH7NDxG9SZH9XvupLwoLXEC0z1pq298nBqvhmgRYKyiwtlKXEBdyCmCIhxTG7r3Ydr7TNPkXSGfgrc7jBvp3EExayaoMR8X/s1600/Camera+%2528all+up+to+214%2529+180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<b>Samson.</b><br />
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Okay, Okay, so Samson's not technically mine per-say. Mike had him when we started dating. He was a little over a year old when we started dating, and he's almost five now... (HOLY! We really have been dating that long, guys.) Samson is aggressive, if he doesn't know you. But that's what makes him Sam. He will love you to death once he knows you, though. He's the dog that got us hooked on the boxer. He loves squeaky toys, ropes, biting people (JK, JK, sorta). He absolutely loves to ride; if you even say the word ride he jumps at least three feet in the air, no joke. He's a guard dog.. but he's a baby. Hims precious and I love him. There's really no other way to describe Sam, other than well, he's Samson. It's going to come to a fight over him when Mike and I move into our own place.<br />
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<b>Roxy</b>.<br />
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My baby girl! She was a gift from Mike. She's just over two years old and I couldn't imagine my life without my precious precious baby girl. She's timid. She's laid back. She's loving. She will defend her puppies to the death I believe. She's such a daddy's girl. She <b>loves </b>Mike. She hates water, and I mean HATES it. She is scared to death of loud noises. She wants to be held, even though she's almost as big as me. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for my Roxy. She's such a good dog. She likes to think she's still a baby, even though she's had babies herself. She's the queen of jumping over stuff, she can clear an five foot fence without any problem. She's smart and she's funny. She'll always be my baby, and her mommy loves her so much!!<br />
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<b>Daisy May</b><br />
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She's one of Samson & Roxy's puppies. She's probably got the most vivacious personality of all of them. She always makes her presence known. She's loving and rambunctious. She loves to play, more so than any dog I know. She loves going on walks, and <strike>playing with</strike> beating up the neighbor's dogs. She loves to bark at her brothers when she gets to play with them. Daisy is <b>FAST</b>.<b> </b>Woe betide me the day that I have to chase after her, cause there's no way that I can keep up. She loves to eat and eat and eat. She loves bacon, cheese, and chicken. She won't eat bread unless there's peanut butter or jelly on it. She's stubborn, and I still can't get her to shake. I love my Daisy. From wet nose to little nub.<br />
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<b>Duke</b><br />
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Duke. Dukeasaurus. Dukers. DukeDuke. My miracle. My big ol baby. My heart outside my body<b>. </b>Duke is shy. Duke is known around here because he is HUGE. I've even been asked if he was a Great Dane mix. Duke loves his mommy, his aunt Kendall, and his daddy. He loves going on rides, but he's gotta sit in the front- or it will be bad. Duke contracted parvovirus and lived through it. He beat it. It took everything out of him to do it, but he beat it. He's my miracle, my love bug, and my baby baby. He's a whole head taller than any of his brothers, his mom, and his dad. He still thinks he weighs 4 lbs, even though he weighs 70. He knows how to make me smile, and he knows how much he can get away with. He is mischievous, and then acts innocent. There's nothing I wouldn't do for my Dukers. I've loved him from one pound to seventy, and nothing can ever, ever change that.<br />
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<b>Bruce (My Angel Puppy)</b><br />
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Boo Boo. Oh Boo Boo. What mommy would do to have you back. Bruce also contracted parvovirus, but he didn't make it. He was the sweetest, most loving dog you would ever meet. I couldn't have asked for a sweeter dog. He was so beautiful, too beautiful for this earth. He loved everyone he met, and everyone loved him. He was so unique. He always wanted his belly scratched. He loved his mommy, and let me hold him like a baby whenever Duke got too big. Bruce was my baby boy, and I love him more than he knows. I want him to know that I did everything I could to save him. Fly with the angels, baby boy. I miss you so much. Look down on your mommy & daddy and smile baby boy. You're always in our thoughts and on our minds. I love you.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeNknYsYSgdAQ4_w8GTe52UacSdgRZqtSRxqBglv-Jey48qyZ14vI6jKzdk4wOf2NytAAHiCUlNigTdyvFDxgzQR5i3Thw62eTxtt-12_gvTI4dZEzTOD2WOzv-85s7bScn9MWPRrEO9R/s1600/bruce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeNknYsYSgdAQ4_w8GTe52UacSdgRZqtSRxqBglv-Jey48qyZ14vI6jKzdk4wOf2NytAAHiCUlNigTdyvFDxgzQR5i3Thw62eTxtt-12_gvTI4dZEzTOD2WOzv-85s7bScn9MWPRrEO9R/s320/bruce.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We also lost another dog, Spike, to parvo, blog about him coming. I didn't include him in this one because I have to locate a picture. RIP Spike.. Love you buddy.Haleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054165188019731708noreply@blogger.com0