<?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-1731566389535331185</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:02:26.493-04:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Being cute'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Dreams of a Creepy Variety'/><category term='Facebook Survey'/><category term='I&apos;m a WIENER'/><category term='New House'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Zoey'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='Alli Pi'/><category term='Libby being groovy'/><category term='School'/><category term='Dogface girl'/><title type='text'>The (mis)Adventures of a Girl and her Dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-1982733768386192617</id><published>2010-01-15T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:31:47.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><title type='text'>Moving house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's funny how when you have nothing that HAS to be done, you do nothing at all.  Granted I just moved last weekend and there's still shit (I mean beautiful things...) everywhere, I still find the time to take a lovely two hour nap everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update today, mostly on Zoey.  She had a pretty tough time the first couple of days after we moved in.  Austin would leave and Zoey couldn't figure out why she didn't get to leave with him.  She would howl at the top of her lungs every time we left her in her crate.  Since she loves her crate this was very strange behavior for her.  She's settled down and now has a little routine.  After we get up, she sits with me for breakfast, then she goes to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrpnY8kbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UCkxLoys2hU/s1600-h/006.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrpnY8kbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UCkxLoys2hU/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096651162227122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For a good two hours.  The bed might be a little small for her. Funny story, the first night she slept in the bed, she didn't make it all the way and rammed head first into the side of the mattress. Oh, and please ignore the horrible wood paneling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes out and surveys her kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1Drpy-2lwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Um52xPmzylE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1Drpy-2lwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Um52xPmzylE/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096654274008834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1Drq3C-ChI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3tel8vx6x6o/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1Drq3C-ChI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3tel8vx6x6o/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096672544885266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrqPybJYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bu_42qEpU1k/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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrqPybJYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bu_42qEpU1k/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096662006506882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then she sits and stares at me until Austin gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrqjKkH9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yE4oJWO0Ifc/s1600-h/011.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrqjKkH9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yE4oJWO0Ifc/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427096667208032210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What a life she leads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-1982733768386192617?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1982733768386192617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=1982733768386192617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/1982733768386192617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/1982733768386192617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-house.html' title='Moving house.'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S1DrpnY8kbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UCkxLoys2hU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6367497241159491307</id><published>2010-01-05T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:38:54.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Lemon Yogurt Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oz and I were watching the Food Network, "arguing" over how to pronounce Ina Garten's name (her name is not Ida!!), when she was making this here yummy cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn't look all that spectacular to me, but most anything that is not chocolate does not appeal to me.  Austin asked me to make it.  I conceded.  Her name is still not Ida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Yogurt Cake by INA Garten (a.k.a The Barefoot Contessa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_G11DHAI/AAAAAAAAALo/Mcfjzo36cNo/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_G11DHAI/AAAAAAAAALo/Mcfjzo36cNo/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388500533910530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(The Cake Before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the cake:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tspns. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tspn. kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1 c. plain whole-milk yogurt (I used non-fat and it seemed to work a-ok)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 c. sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;2 extra-large eggs (I used large with no ill effects)&lt;br /&gt;2 tspns. grated lemon zest (2 lemons)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tspn. pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the glaze:&lt;br /&gt;1 c. confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbspns. freshly squeezed lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350.  Grease an 8 1/2 by 4 1/4 by 2 1/2-in loaf pan.  Line the bottom with parchment paper.  (I just sprayed the pan with Pam and it worked.  And wasn't a PITA to do like Ms. Garten's greasing would've been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sift together the flour, baking powder and salt into a bowl.  In another bowl, whisk together the yogurt, 1 c. sugar, the eggs, lemon zest and vanilla.  Slowly whisk the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients.  With a rubber spatula, fold the vegetable oil into the batter, making sure its all incorporated.  Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 50 minutes, or until a cake tester placed in the center of the loaf comes out clean. (Is there seriously a "cake tester" you can go buy at the kitchen store?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Meanwhile, cook the 1/3 c. lemon juice (it was 2 1/2 lemons worth of juice) and remaining 1/3 c. sugar in a small pan until the sugar dissolves and the mixture is clear.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When the cake is done, allow it to cool in the pan for 10 minutes.  Carefully place on a baking rack over a sheet pan.  While the cake is still warm, pour the lemon-sugar mixture over the cake and allow it to soak in.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  For the glaze, combine the confectioners' sugar and lemon juice and pour over the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_HYZIhRI/AAAAAAAAALw/DdrEyWepfbs/s1600-h/033.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_HYZIhRI/AAAAAAAAALw/DdrEyWepfbs/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388509812065554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;(The Cake After)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this post I have officially turned into my mother.  Not that that is a bad thing!!  Oh and Zoey walked into a glass shower door THAT SHE WATCHED ME CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_Gd8pWoI/AAAAAAAAALg/K3FNvz3L0aY/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_Gd8pWoI/AAAAAAAAALg/K3FNvz3L0aY/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388494123326082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6367497241159491307?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6367497241159491307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6367497241159491307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6367497241159491307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6367497241159491307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/lemon-yogurt-cake.html' title='Lemon Yogurt Cake'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/S0O_G11DHAI/AAAAAAAAALo/Mcfjzo36cNo/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-2609798137807428469</id><published>2010-01-02T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:13:42.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy New Year!  2009 was great and I am hoping 2010 will be even better!  I'm going to attempt to update this puppy more often, at least three times a week.  It's actually my one of my resolutions.  I know y'all dear readers will be so excited to read about my super-fabulous life! It will be a mix of all different kinds of things.  I tried to have a book blog, but that one fizzled out faster than this one did.  So my book reviews will now be here.  I'm also going to follow in my mother's footsteps and blog about any delicious recipes I may make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard (which is apparently most everyone...) I am moving in with the wonderful BF!  I'm excited and can't wait to see what this adventure brings!  His house has a big fenced in backyard and Zoey loves having her own personal doggie park!  The process of moving is super slow.  And I have been reminded why I've stayed in the same apt for the past 2.5 years even though the rent has become friggin ridiculous--MOVING SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I know you are asking yourself this very important question right NOW!  What are Libby's New Year's Resolutions?  Well here they are!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not buy ANY new clothes this year.&lt;/span&gt;  I do not need any and I've donated so many this year it actually makes me upset that I have this much unecessary clothing.  This includes shoes. (Exception: a new pair of sneakers and if anything should come up that I do not have the necessary clothing for...like hiking Mt. Everest, for example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train for/Run/Finish the Monument Ave 10k in March.&lt;/span&gt; Training starts on the 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update the bloggy-blog three times a week&lt;/span&gt;.  I know you do not have enough Zoey P. antics in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save more money than I spend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As I have no job right now this one is impossible, but I hope to have some form of income by the end of this month!  Perhaps that position at the strip club will come through!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the major ones that I wrote down and signed my name to.  Austin did the same as did the Zo-dog--her's is to calm down with the anxiety issues! Here are some minor ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calm down on the anal-retentive cleaning/organizing.&lt;/span&gt;  It's not possible to have everything my way when living with someone and I need to let go on the little things.  For example: I have left Austin's breakfast dishes out today to see how long it will take him to clean them up.  It will not kill me, even though it is driving me bananas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be nicer.&lt;/span&gt; To everyone.  Cause we all know sometimes I am too sarcastic for my own good.  And apparently that comes off mean.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay in touch with everyone&lt;/span&gt;.  This should probably be a major one but baby steps!  I miss everyone and I want to know what's going on!  I don't have as much taking up my time now (like a thesis or an internship that requires a 120mi commute) so I need something to fill my time.  Like stalking all my friends! LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all!  I've cleaned up the blog, gotten rid of unnecessary posts, like I'm trying to get rid of unnecessary things in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no Zoey P. antics for now.  She's just snoozing like a little angel (who has blue paint on her fur!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/Sz-nOAXUvBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mLq-8uReImo/s1600-h/115.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/Sz-nOAXUvBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mLq-8uReImo/s320/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422236335435201554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Zoey and Austin in our massive snowstorm the weekend before Christmas, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-2609798137807428469?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2609798137807428469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=2609798137807428469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/2609798137807428469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/2609798137807428469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/Sz-nOAXUvBI/AAAAAAAAALY/mLq-8uReImo/s72-c/115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6207892379149934172</id><published>2009-07-26T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:09:04.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Survey'/><title type='text'>Yay Another Survey and No Update! Whoop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1) Do you like blue cheese? I heart cheese.  A lot, and I'm super lactose intolerant.  It's not such a hot combo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 2) Have you ever smoked heroin? Ha. Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 3) Do you own guns? Do my arms count?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Uh...before and during.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 6) What do you think of hot dogs? I love hot dogs.  They are super gross to think about but yumyum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 7) Favorite Christmas song? All I Want For Christmas Is You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Whatever is cold in the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 9) Can you do push ups? Heh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 10) Can you do a chin up? Hell will freeze over and pigs will fly before that will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 11) What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? My claddagh ring.  Matches my tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 12) Favorite hobby? Crafting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 13) Ever been in a car wreck? I'm not sure it counts as a 'wreck.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 14) Do you have A.D.D.?  Adult onset ADD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 15) What is one thing that you hate about yourself? Hrm...right now? Being 25 and having braces. And how I'm allergic to most everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 16) Middle name? Rebecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? My head itches.  My legs itch.  Damn allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 18) Name 3 things you bought yesterday: Nutri grain bars, oreos, cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 19) Three things you drink regularly: Water, coke, coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 20) Current worry? THESIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 21) Current hate right now? ITCHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 23) How did you bring in the New Year? With my friend salmonella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 24) Where would you like to go? Most everywhere in Europe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 25) Name three people who will complete this? No one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 26) Do you own slippers? Yeppers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 27) What shirt are you wearing? Black tank top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 28) Do you like sleeping in satin sheets? Wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 29) Can you whistle? Yep, both in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 30) Favorite color? Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 31) Would you be a pirate? In a heartbeat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 32) What songs do you sing in the shower? Narwhals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 33) Favorite girl’s name? Bella Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 34) Favorite boy’s name? Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;35) What’s in your pocket? Not a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 36) Last thing that made you laugh? Zoey glaring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 37) Best bed sheets as a child? LITTLE MERMAID!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 38) Worst injury you’ve ever had? I broke my finger playing kickball.  Had to have surgery and like 6 weeks of physically therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 39) Do you love where you live? It's not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 40) How many tv's do you have in your house? 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 41) Who is your loudest friend? Umm...Stefanie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 42) How many dogs do you have? 1, Ms. Zoey Penelope Girard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 43) Does someone have a crush on you? Um...aren't crushes supposed to be secret?  Or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 45) What is your favorite book? The Last Summer (of You and Me) by Ann Brashares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 47) Favorite Sports Team? NY Giants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 48) What song do you want played at your funeral? Umm...dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 49) What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? This stupid bed makes my back hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6207892379149934172?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6207892379149934172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6207892379149934172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6207892379149934172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6207892379149934172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-another-survey-and-no-update-whoop.html' title='Yay Another Survey and No Update! Whoop!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-8421946437527443362</id><published>2009-05-04T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:12:12.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a WIENER'/><title type='text'>I swear I will really update this thing...some other time</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b92143a3068215b79e94d46d76263437" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;65 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked-you know the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hair.  I'm really weird about starting at the top and going down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Yea, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Freaking out about my stupid thesis proposal.  8 pages have never caused this much stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; A straw in my root beer float from sonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Last night there were babies driving a firetruck and I had on underwear that said keep back 200 feet on the butt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Yes I did.  The woman who will be taking four inches out of my maid of honor dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 9. What are you craving right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I'm fully satiated at the present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 10. Do you floss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; How many people floss with braces? Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Sauerkraut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 12. Are you emotional?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hells no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Hahaha I bite into it with my back teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 15. Do you like your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; My bangs look like hell lately but yea, I do like my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 16. Do you like yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Generally yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Why not?  Would it be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; An alcoholic whine on Intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 19. Are your parents strict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; They pretended to be but I'm fairly certain it was all a farce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Hell NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I love cottage cheese.  In fact, I may be craving that now.  Stupid questionnaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Does Judy Chicago count?  You probably have to be an art history nerd to know who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Big negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Lots of sparkly things-including my personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Haha yes, like two months ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 27. Ever been on a train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; In Italy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Are they not EXACTLY the same except for the color of their shells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 29.Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Yes.  Are there people who do not have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 30. Do you use chap stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I heart cherry chap stick.  Esp. ones that expired over two years ago like all mine have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 31. Do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hahaha no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I hate them.  They make me feel more dyslexic than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 33.Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Zoey P. Girard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I used to be.  But I learned my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 35. Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Yes but he didn't deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have no idea?  I'm a horrible communicator.  Sorry, I love you all though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Oh, my mama makes the best cream puffs! Speaking of, mom can you make me some cream puffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 38. Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; ? I have no idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Something inquisitive and thought provoking I am sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; The first truly hot days of the year that remind you that winter cannot last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Two! And I see more in my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; So much so I have gotten called out on it in class reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 43. Have you ever under packed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; yea, last time I went home.  Luckily I stopped and shopped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Um...mostly every day of my life.  It's fun to do on first dates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 45. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Pink.  Or Green.  I'm a DZ through and through : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Haha regularly.  But not out of anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 47. Is your hair curly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; When I sweat, it curls, but when I want it to curl it will not hold a curl to save it's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Jesse McCartney, White Tie Affair and Jim Gaffigan.  All at that same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 49. Do looks matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Ok, I'm an art historian.  I judge things on art every single day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I thought so, but I was wrong-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I don't know, I don't pay it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; It's a little unstable, because I don't know what's going to happen after December and it's kind of freaking me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I have to have it on.  I don't watch it.  I just like to have it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Yup, might not like it, but I can handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 55. Do you have good vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; No, and next time I get a chunk of change I'm going to the eye doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Hate, no. Dislike, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Whenever my mommy calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  Wouldn't you like to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 59. What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Sweater, t-shirt, gym shorts, sweatpants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 60.What is your favorite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Zoey Girard!  And cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 61. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; On FB?  At the lake this past summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; No and I can't figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 63. Do you have a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Haha and I work four days a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; A root bear float at sonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; 65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  That seems like something I would do...I just don't know if I have...&lt;/span&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/1731566389535331185-8421946437527443362?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8421946437527443362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=8421946437527443362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8421946437527443362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8421946437527443362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear-i-will-really-update-this.html' title='I swear I will really update this thing...some other time'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6110327711916123103</id><published>2009-04-07T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:09:40.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>I'm kind of in love with this guy's work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kehindewiley.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Kehinde Wiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6110327711916123103?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6110327711916123103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6110327711916123103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6110327711916123103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6110327711916123103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-kind-of-in-love-with-this-guys-work.html' title='I&apos;m kind of in love with this guy&apos;s work.'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-8883065472575640879</id><published>2009-04-05T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:10:46.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libby being groovy'/><title type='text'>50 Things You Weren't Asked Until 30 Seconds Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="d7033e4109801c51f5d70fb6827eccf9" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another FB thing I didn't want to subject everyone toooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Purple, white and silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name one person who made you smile today:&lt;br /&gt;My mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing at 8 am this morning:&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Showering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite candy bar?&lt;br /&gt;kit kats maybe? no, snickers but I can't have one for another year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;br /&gt;nope and my hopes of going to one have been dashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;"love you, bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;nope, it's not made for american money and it drives me nutty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;leftover chicken parmesean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?&lt;br /&gt;a dress that my boobs keep falling out of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;basketball? not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;popcorn flavored popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?&lt;br /&gt;Josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;not lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you take vitamins daily?&lt;br /&gt;I try to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you go to church every Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;nope.  I've got some issues with organized religion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i'm so pale you can see my veins. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Only because it doesn't make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?&lt;br /&gt;when I'm at a restaurant. Don't want to get no cooties from the cup (I have serious issues...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"you would want a ninja cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Probably reading for school.  Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHERE IS 24?!?&lt;br /&gt;on Fox Monday nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Look to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;black strap white face. SO FRIGGIN LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of when you hear the word Australia?&lt;br /&gt;Long plane ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your birthstone?&lt;br /&gt;Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;br /&gt;drive thru.  don't want to have to actually work for it or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;work, going to school for a hot second, sending out my thesis proposal :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;NY, MA, HI, NY, VA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Biggest annoyance right now?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out to do for someone's bachelorette party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Bartender by Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?&lt;br /&gt;Haha nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a maid service clean your house?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I barely clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops or leopard print flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;People who know what they want and have jobs they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well duh, who wouldn't be? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers- my family and my friends (esp. those who stuck with me through everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do any of your friends have children?&lt;br /&gt;No.  We just had a "we aren't having babies" party, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What do you usually do during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Read, work, gym, eat, drive.  lots of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you hate anyone that you know right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you use the word 'hello' daily?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'hey' more than hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;greenish blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you like cats?&lt;br /&gt;I would, but I'm allergic to them.  And one attacked my dog and she got all scratched up : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you thinking about someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;My dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but it wasn't a Six Flags when I went.  I went on my first upside down roller coaster there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. How did you get your worst scar?&lt;br /&gt;My brother had something to do with it.  We were spinning around and around and I spun into a wall and cracked my forehead open.  Scar's still there.  Scar gets worse if I'm tired.  It's very strange.  I always forget its there until someone asks me about it. &lt;/span&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/1731566389535331185-8883065472575640879?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8883065472575640879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=8883065472575640879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8883065472575640879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8883065472575640879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/50-things-you-werent-asked-until-30.html' title='50 Things You Weren&apos;t Asked Until 30 Seconds Ago'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-1707504072130978580</id><published>2009-03-26T17:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:42:50.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Worthy Style-7 Things I love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The award rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List 7 things that you love, and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be sure to tag them and let them know that they have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can copy the picture of the award and paste it on your sidebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letting the whole world know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are Kreativ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;1. I love my dog! She's me in dog form (if that's possible)- loyal to a fault, a bit over protective of those she loves, and a worry wort.  She's also a big lovey!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoNxsCmIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OhD1FKXJwKs/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+076.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoNxsCmIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OhD1FKXJwKs/s320/ADK+summer+3+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321581056978460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR4PhlzqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/akDJS8Xyb_M/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+133.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR4PhlzqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/akDJS8Xyb_M/s320/ADK+summer+3+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585567629430434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Absolutely the cutest dog alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;2. I love cupcakes!  I have not planned or even thought about anything for my wedding (I have this strange belief that if you plan something too much its not going to happen...?) except that I am going to have a cupcake cake.  It's going to be delicious and have all different flavors of cupcakes! I could eat a cupcake a day.  Especially Ukrops cupcakes.  Nom nom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;3.  I love my car!  I spend so much time it I had better love it!  It's was brand new when I got it and it's been driven all the way up (to Blue Mountain Lake, NY) and down (to Fort Lauderdale, FL) the east coast.  It gets good gas mileage (for an SUV) and it's so easy to drive.  It does have a name-Baby Green Brussel Sprout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, I took a picture of my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoPk09Q8NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3D6l2ILAxP4/s1600-h/stuff+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoPk09Q8NI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3D6l2ILAxP4/s320/stuff+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583035056976082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;4. Flip flops! I hate wearing shoes with a passion (even though I love shoes...it's a strange conundrum) so flip flops are great! See, no shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3z2JhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Oxf8__rGvbs/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+129.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3z2JhaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Oxf8__rGvbs/s320/ADK+summer+3+129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585560199464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;5. The Adirondacks! As much as I bitched about it last summer, the Adirondack Mountains in NY are one of my absolute favorite places in the entire world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoP9rrOXDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_zWHuc3Uf-s/s1600-h/adk+summer+1+002.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoP9rrOXDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_zWHuc3Uf-s/s320/adk+summer+1+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583462062119986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3ST5nOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wOMKdW_mVsQ/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+035.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3ST5nOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wOMKdW_mVsQ/s320/ADK+summer+3+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585551197445346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;6.  My mom! Amazing woman!  Granted she can be a little ornery sometimes, but after 30 years with my dad (who I also love!) and having her 26 (almost 27) year old son (who I also love!) living at home, I don't see how you couldn't be.  She's my rock and talks me out of my panic attacks and crying fits.  I don't know how many times I've called her crying or worrying and she always comes up with a plan to keep me sane.  She's the best mama!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mom on the right, Aunt Pat on the left, chillaxin in the ADKs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoUbJIB0CI/AAAAAAAAALE/FVSHHL8TI8o/s1600-h/ADK+summer+4+003.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoUbJIB0CI/AAAAAAAAALE/FVSHHL8TI8o/s320/ADK+summer+4+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321588366230278178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;My brother and I in SC on the way home from FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR4elidEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0xsn0H5h9qU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR4elidEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0xsn0H5h9qU/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585571672519746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My dad is 6'5" and I'm 5'10".  Biggest chair EVER! It takes like 6 people to move it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3g0zEZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GXcG7diKBW0/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+032.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoR3g0zEZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GXcG7diKBW0/s320/ADK+summer+3+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585555093524882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;7. My friends.  Way too many to name, you all know who you are!  I couldn't have gotten through the last couple of years without you!  You're all amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-1707504072130978580?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1707504072130978580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=1707504072130978580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/1707504072130978580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/1707504072130978580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-worthy-style-7-things-i-love.html' title='From Worthy Style-7 Things I love!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SdoNxsCmIGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OhD1FKXJwKs/s72-c/ADK+summer+3+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6657277835627766709</id><published>2009-03-07T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:19:17.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>And you thought museums were boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm researching for my thesis.  This is a story in one of the books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to news reports the Egypt Centre of the University of Wales in Swansea had to cope with a large influx of visitors who came to worship the mummies on exhibit and conduct exorcism rites to free spirits trapped in certain artifacts.  It got to the point that the unauthorized activities were interfering with non-exorcising visitors in the museum, and staff could not get their jobs done.  Some of the visitors claimed to be possessed by Egyptian deities.  One female visitor was convinced she was the mother of a 2,000 year old mummified baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6657277835627766709?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6657277835627766709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6657277835627766709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6657277835627766709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6657277835627766709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-you-thought-museums-were-boring.html' title='And you thought museums were boring!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6807757204695846301</id><published>2009-02-09T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:43:38.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogface girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being cute'/><title type='text'>Zo-zo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SZCjdr7sdhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M78p9r7MAPA/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SZCjdr7sdhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M78p9r7MAPA/s400/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300916491819709970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6807757204695846301?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6807757204695846301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6807757204695846301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6807757204695846301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6807757204695846301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/zo-zo.html' title='Zo-zo!!!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SZCjdr7sdhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M78p9r7MAPA/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6790521425426268158</id><published>2009-02-03T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:14:52.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alli Pi'/><title type='text'>Here's a pic from Al's bridal shower...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYhqTwnTwKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0rTAwgJFpFM/s1600-h/Winter+08+002.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/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYhqTwnTwKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0rTAwgJFpFM/s320/Winter+08+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298601849301221538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just put it on my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6790521425426268158?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6790521425426268158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6790521425426268158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6790521425426268158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6790521425426268158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-pic-from-als-bridal-shower.html' title='Here&apos;s a pic from Al&apos;s bridal shower...'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYhqTwnTwKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0rTAwgJFpFM/s72-c/Winter+08+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-5337073628001440968</id><published>2009-01-28T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:04:20.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Blast (s) from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My bro and I (my mom says 4 and 2) I would later bash my head into a wall and bleed allllllll over this outfit. I still have a big ass scar on my forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My brother is so cute in his polo and corduroys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYCBFdhIkWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QkGHMjjs0hY/s1600-h/mike+and+lib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYCBFdhIkWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QkGHMjjs0hY/s320/mike+and+lib.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296375092610634082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My mom, me and my bro.  My brother's 20th birthday which means I just turned 18, still in high school and he was a sophomore at William and Mary.  I was on crutches from some ho who slammed into my knee at a soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYCBFSxzVaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0tSOvIYghnc/s1600-h/mom,+libby,+mike+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYCBFSxzVaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0tSOvIYghnc/s320/mom,+libby,+mike+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296375089727755682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-5337073628001440968?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5337073628001440968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=5337073628001440968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5337073628001440968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5337073628001440968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-s-from-past.html' title='Blast (s) from the Past'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SYCBFdhIkWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QkGHMjjs0hY/s72-c/mike+and+lib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-8707854773930649586</id><published>2009-01-15T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:46:42.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This?  EVEN FUNNIER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHiqVygN-w0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHiqVygN-w0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-8707854773930649586?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8707854773930649586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=8707854773930649586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8707854773930649586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8707854773930649586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-even-funnier.html' title='This?  EVEN FUNNIER!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-8330843780778065335</id><published>2009-01-15T08:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:46:58.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><title type='text'>I find this quite funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBh-42MLINg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBh-42MLINg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-8330843780778065335?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8330843780778065335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=8330843780778065335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8330843780778065335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8330843780778065335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-find-this-quite-funny.html' title='I find this quite funny'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6128243932955131728</id><published>2009-01-10T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:52:55.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>This seems like something someone in my family would do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Look at the name of the store...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/12/23/regular-price-sale-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-10474" title="fail-owned-regular-price-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/12/fail-owned-regular-price-fa.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6128243932955131728?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6128243932955131728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6128243932955131728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6128243932955131728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6128243932955131728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-seems-like-something-someone-in-my.html' title='This seems like something someone in my family would do'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-5994034352929091215</id><published>2008-12-08T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:07:20.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unneccessary Bar Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr2jlCyCJBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr2jlCyCJBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-5994034352929091215?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5994034352929091215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=5994034352929091215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5994034352929091215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5994034352929091215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/12/unneccessary-bar-exit.html' title='Unneccessary Bar Exit'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-403968338238349248</id><published>2008-11-19T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:32:55.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a WIENER'/><title type='text'>BACON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/mediaplayer.swf" flashvars="scanscoutcode=763&amp;amp;pageurl=http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/42402/&amp;amp;file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2007/10/bacon.flv&amp;amp;mediaid=42402&amp;amp;title=Bacon&amp;amp;tags=standup,food&amp;amp;description=Comedian Jim Gaffigan says what everyone else is thinking in his ode to the best food ever: bacon.&amp;amp;displayheight=325&amp;amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;amp;image=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2007/10/bacon.jpg" wmode="transparent" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I totally forgot about this till my mom said something about it.  My cousin Becky introduced us to this bacon bit (!) this summer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh har har I am so funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-403968338238349248?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/403968338238349248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=403968338238349248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/403968338238349248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/403968338238349248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/11/bacon.html' title='BACON!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-6196680225237502560</id><published>2008-10-02T16:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:57:31.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Mama's Blog!</title><content type='html'>I'm putting this on here for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mama is basically the coolest ever.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I keep losing the link, even when I bookmark it.  And I'm too lame to actually write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nancysrecipes.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-6196680225237502560?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6196680225237502560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=6196680225237502560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6196680225237502560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/6196680225237502560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mamas-blog.html' title='My Mama&apos;s Blog!'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-5008128728735691266</id><published>2008-10-02T16:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:40:01.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams of a Creepy Variety'/><title type='text'>Uncle Jim and other ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let me preface this by saying I have the strangest dreams EVER, but I usually think about it for a little bit after I wake up. This one I've been thinking about/been bothered by all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I had to run through intestines to survive some kind of challenge or race.  I'm pretty sure this was in some way about my Uncle Jim who passed away in August of some kind of cancer having to do with his intestines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When he died we were all up at the Lake (yes, it's the only Lake that matters) and the night he died, the alarm clock in my parents' room went off about three times or so in the middle of the night (I'm sketchy on the details) and then three days after the funeral, the night before we were leaving, my brother and I both woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like we were being watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We all automatically assumed it was Uncle Jim, just checking in, or playing tricks again like he did when he was alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  It's strange that Uncle Jim is gone.  I didn't spend that much time with him, at least since we've moved to VA.  His funeral was in good Irish style and I'm pretty sure that's the only way he'd have wanted it.  He is very much missed in this family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a big believer in dreams and feelings and 'ghosts,' if you will.  I saw my great-Grandmother (who I'm not sure I ever actually met) right after we moved to Virginia.  I described her to my mom and that's who she thought it was too, just checking to make sure we were alright.  I saw a shadow (that's the only way I can explain it) the night/morning my Papa died.  I had a dream about my dog, Kona, after she died (like months after she died, I might've even had Zoey at this point) and she talked to me and told me she was o.k. (I don't think I told my mom about that one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this can all be mumbo-jumbo but it's also been comforting to me.  Maybe it's just the way my brain reacts to these types of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I often read WAY too much into dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will write something less morbid later on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-5008128728735691266?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5008128728735691266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=5008128728735691266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5008128728735691266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/5008128728735691266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncle-jim-and-other-ponderings.html' title='Uncle Jim and other ponderings'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-8903411048603337187</id><published>2008-09-27T20:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:16:01.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>The coolest thing EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been perusing my cousin's blog instead of doing anything producive, like homework (it IS Saturday night). Anyway, she's an artist and there's lots of cool stuff on there but this these are the coolest things ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://dukebecky.blogspot.com/2008/01/commuter-mittens.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granted, the closest I've been to mass transit in years is whatever the subway is called in D.C., I still think they are swell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some pictures from my summer, which wasn't so swell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOFp2zqI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ng5L9PX6l4o/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOFp2zqI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ng5L9PX6l4o/s320/ADK+summer+3+128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858757968547490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOXrQ_cI/AAAAAAAAACI/kQmJaYXC8HM/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOXrQ_cI/AAAAAAAAACI/kQmJaYXC8HM/s320/ADK+summer+3+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858762806296002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOaPcbxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AOQljoN-IG8/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOaPcbxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AOQljoN-IG8/s320/ADK+summer+3+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858763494911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MO7exawI/AAAAAAAAACY/QrQJQEmRzjo/s1600-h/ADK+summer+3+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MO7exawI/AAAAAAAAACY/QrQJQEmRzjo/s320/ADK+summer+3+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858772417571586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-8903411048603337187?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8903411048603337187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=8903411048603337187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8903411048603337187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/8903411048603337187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/coolest-thing-ever.html' title='The coolest thing EVER'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SN7MOFp2zqI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ng5L9PX6l4o/s72-c/ADK+summer+3+128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1731566389535331185.post-7231162421411810380</id><published>2008-09-25T10:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:23:18.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoey'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, I've copied my mother (and about every other person in the world...) and started me a blog.  I don't have much to say yet.  Soon though, very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the dog face girl in both of her Halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mermaid!                                Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNubm1W-KkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x8QiIWJni1I/s1600-h/end+of+summer,+september+08+008.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNubnQ01Y-I/AAAAAAAAABA/UIy7-ig1mi4/s1600-h/end+of+summer,+september+08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNubnQ01Y-I/AAAAAAAAABA/UIy7-ig1mi4/s320/end+of+summer,+september+08+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249960889464218594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNucFg_5vhI/AAAAAAAAABI/w-N-gL-f5rE/s1600-h/end+of+summer,+september+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNucFg_5vhI/AAAAAAAAABI/w-N-gL-f5rE/s320/end+of+summer,+september+08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249961409201683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Libby and Zoey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1731566389535331185-7231162421411810380?l=brillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7231162421411810380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1731566389535331185&amp;postID=7231162421411810380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/7231162421411810380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1731566389535331185/posts/default/7231162421411810380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brillionaire.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Zazu Pitts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18142717256757196210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNuaIu1lfEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sE-ZiPE3fSY/S220/stuff+08+055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAEzedn-cHw/SNubnQ01Y-I/AAAAAAAAABA/UIy7-ig1mi4/s72-c/end+of+summer,+september+08+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
