<?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-8054009</id><updated>2011-07-09T12:18:15.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Single Girl's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The Inner-Most Ramblings of A Single Girl On Her Journey Through Life...Or Some Crap Like That.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Officially Fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644032838817911124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKQg8SCZJGA/Sl9WbadmTMI/AAAAAAAAALw/SSVbnw-hVME/S220/Kara+Wedding+Face+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054009.post-116155196943733946</id><published>2006-10-22T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:58:05.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Our Journey Ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/kakibyrd/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with bittersweet irony that the &lt;strong&gt;Single Girl's Blog&lt;/strong&gt; comes to an end. I've gone back and forth on this and have come to the decision that the inevitable conclusion of a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single Girl's Journey Through Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/kakibyrd/thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Back Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This blog began innocently enough, nearly four years ago. I was embarking on a major life change and needed an outlet to purge my feelings, ponder my confusion and ultimately reach out to the universe in some hopes of perspective and peace. I was tired of filling scores of journals that sat idly in my closet, as if shelved thoughts gathering dust. I would send my thoughts out into the universe and miraculously enough, the universe would speak back. In the form of comments, I gained invaluable feedback on many issues that I struggled with over the past few years. I gained insight from others and possibly gave insight along the way, as well. The transformation that this medium has initiated in me, is truly astounding. I found that I craved the feedback, enjoyed the camaraderie and became somewhat addicted to posting my thoughts and seeing how others might respond. Throughout the past few years I have come to truly cherish many of you out there. It makes me realize that though we live on different continents, in different cultures, have different backgrounds... we are at the core of our beings very similar. We are human... we are humanity. The world is smaller than ever before and I take much comfort in that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/kakibyrd/God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I've Gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I first embarked on my blog journey, I was scared, confused and a bit lost. I was looking for something more, something greater than myself, something greater than the immediate world around me. Here I sit, years later, having found so much more than I could have ever anticipated. Not only have I stumbled upon a group of truly witty, passionate and inspiring people.... but people who helped me in ways that they may never know. I would like to call you friends, though we have never met. These people know me better than some family members and have brought so much to my life, that I will never know how to truly thank them. I will still be popping in and seeing how your lives are going and offering my two cents here and there. But, this Single Girl is hanging up her title and embarking on a new chapter, out in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My search for the "ultimately elusive" true love ends here as well. This blog has brought me far more than friends, perspective and peace... it brought me true love. I met him here, in cyber-space through&lt;a href="http://http://muchadoaboutsumthin.blogspot.com/"&gt; Steph&lt;/a&gt;, who resides thousands of miles away from us. I'm not even sure if she knows her hand in fate. But I'd like to thank her for bringing us together; for that, I am eternally grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He was another "searcher", someone looking for the same things as I. I knew we had an immediate connection, but never thought for one second that it could be anything more than a crush. After all, we were in "cyber-space". The funny thing is, because we had been so open, so honest, so unprotected in all of our posts when we finally met, there was absolutely no pretense, no walls, no guards. I knew him, as he knew me- really, for the first time in my life someone really knew me. We fell in love and I am so lucky to call him my own. I plan on spending the rest of my life with him, as he does with me and it's only a matter of time until we can start living our life together. I credit this blog and this medium for bringing me the love of my life. I believe in my heart that because I healed my heart through writing on this blog nearly every day for years, that I was ready and open to love when I met him. I believe that we would have met one day, if it hadn't been this way... but I am grateful that it was much sooner than later. He is my soulmate, my gift, my world. He has brought so much happiness and love into my life and I will cherish him for the rest of mine. For those of you that thought you had figured it out.. yes, you were right. And he is as amazing as you think, and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As my journey as the "Single Girl" ends, I find comfort in the fact that another begins. A greater, more fulfilling, inspired journey begins today. You may see me pop up again, somewhere else, maybe this medium or in some other form. But know this, you have impacted my life and I will be forever grateful for that. I will be keeping an eye on you, my friends and wish you the greatest reward and awe-inspiring happiness on your journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h147/kakibyrd/kissessssss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Single Girl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;aka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fab&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;aka&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(yep, you heard it here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is signing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe Travels. I'll leave you with my current favorite song...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; WIDTH: 310px"&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://0vcz.com/videos/k/kt_tunstall/suddenly_i_see-2.html" target="_blank"&gt;SUDDENLY I SEE (by KT Tunstall) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://0vcz.com/videos/k/kt_tunstall/suddenly_i_see_135205.asx" width="300" height="280" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a class="ll" href="http://0vcz.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8054009-116155196943733946?l=singlegirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116155196943733946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8054009&amp;postID=116155196943733946' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054009/posts/default/116155196943733946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054009/posts/default/116155196943733946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so-our-journey-ends.html' title='And So Our Journey Ends...'/><author><name>Officially Fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644032838817911124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKQg8SCZJGA/Sl9WbadmTMI/AAAAAAAAALw/SSVbnw-hVME/S220/Kara+Wedding+Face+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054009.post-114099088997288537</id><published>2006-02-26T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:24:46.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things That Crack Me Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/Bitter%20Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/Bitter%20Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this book today called "Bitter with Baggage Seeks Same" (The Life &amp;amp; Times of Some Chicks)by artist Sloane Tanen. As I was thumbing through it in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, I was literally laughing so hard &amp;amp; so loud that I had to buy it so I could go somewhere private to laugh my ass off. The following picts. are most likely copyrighted, so I might get into trouble for putting them up... but they are truly hysterical (I think)! Here's just a sample...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/chickie%20frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/chickie%20frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anastasia was through making out with Ian. He was never going to change."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/chickie%203%20cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/chickie%203%20cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Carl wasn't exactly what Mindy was hoping for..but he WAS Jewish."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/chickies%20no%20carb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/chickies%20no%20carb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enough with the bread crumbs already. Who's still eating carbs?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/body%20wax%20chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/body%20wax%20chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bridget had to ask herself if the "all over" body wax had in fact been a very bad idea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MANY other funny picts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things that crack my shit up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Oldie But Goodie&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."More crappy children's art work.":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ding Ding! Here comes the shit-mobile. I've never seen a fire truck that needed to be shaved. I would rather be burned to death than be saved by this hairy piece of shit. F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/ding%20ding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/ding%20ding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/hitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's interesting, everyone in this picture is white. Even the rainbow is white. Perhaps in an ideal world, everyone would be white isn't that right, Rachel? Or should I call you RACIST? Nice try, Hitler. F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/1600/crapart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5055/527/320/crapart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy shit, I almost had a seizure when I saw this one. Three words: too many colors. Also, eggs aren't supposed to have ears, dipshit.F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more "brutal honesty", you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=irule"&gt;Maddox's World&lt;/a&gt;and laugh your ass off or send him hate mail (that's hysterical too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love the e-mail about the &lt;a href="http://refwd.ourmemorybox.com/2005/08/re_fwd_seat_29e_complaint.html"&gt;stink shield &lt;/a&gt;that a passenger erected on a Continental Airlines flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it...Shit that cracks me up! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8054009-114099088997288537?l=singlegirlblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114099088997288537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8054009&amp;postID=114099088997288537' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054009/posts/default/114099088997288537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054009/posts/default/114099088997288537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlegirlblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-things-that-crack-me-up.html' title='Some Things That Crack Me Up...'/><author><name>Officially Fabulous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17644032838817911124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JKQg8SCZJGA/Sl9WbadmTMI/AAAAAAAAALw/SSVbnw-hVME/S220/Kara+Wedding+Face+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054009.post-113624603880616252</id><published>2006-01-02T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:31:12.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst New Year's Eve EVER!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe not the WORST, but definitely the most BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the sofa, watching "Rear Window" with my cast foot high above my head; I realized that this was the first New Year's that I hadn't been "out" in 16 years. It got me thinking about the whole build up of New Year's and if I'd ever truly had a "FABULOUS" New Year's Eve. I've come to the conclusion that NYE is the night where everything is SUPPOSED to be exciting, entertaining &amp;amp; fun. But, in my experience, it's the night that you over-plan, over-dress &amp;amp; over-drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rundown of the past 16 New Years &amp;amp; their FABULOUS outcomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1990&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sophomore Year of HS, grounded for partying past curfew week before, allowed to have girlfriends over, find HUGE stash of Company Christmas Party alcohol in unfinished room downstairs, invite boys over, have party with parents in house (stuuuupid!, parents don't notice (waaay other side of house) until friend is running around outside on snow 1/2 naked, BUSTED, take friend to emergency room to get stomach pumped &amp;amp; have to call EACH person's parents individually &amp;amp; explain (grounded for 6 months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss: &lt;/strong&gt;Six Months of My Life Away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1991:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Church fieldtrip to CO to ski (parents weren't taking any chances this year), crush on guy on ski trip, sit around campfire, hope for midnight kiss, get hug, go to bed frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1992&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; First New Year's with high School Boyfriend- B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L, he wrote song, sings it for me, spend nice quiet evening, in love... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Fabulous boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1993:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Freshman year of college, Second New Year's with High School boyfriend, still in love, but 19, he proposes, I say "No" (waaaay too young), he doesn't understand, get in fight, break-up, very sad. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My Soggy Pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1994:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Sophomore year in college, best friend in college comes home with me, go to old high school friend's party, see hottie I had crush on in HS (pre-boyfriend, of course), I'm single, go for it, He ends up being a narcissistic would-be date rapist bastard, tries to attack not only me, but my friend (who looks like barbie) as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Midnight Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; My KNEE, right to his balls. I walk home in the snow w/out shoes b/c we ran out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1995:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Home for break in MN, head up to St, John's w/ good guy friends from HS, go to many bars, fall out of bar, sprain ankle, fall out of tree, think it's funny, flood guy friend's bathroom b/c thought it was good idea to take drunk bath. End up in bed with guy friend (who ends up marrying best friend from HS, shhhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; The Pavement when I fell Out of the Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NY Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt; Get home &amp;amp; find HS boyfriend on front door step, wants to reconcile (after 2 years)don't reconcile, but rekindle friendship. I tell him how to propose to his now wife, years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1996&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Back at school in Dallas, Senior Year, Honestly can't remember, Remember missing boyfriend who was home in Oregon for break. &lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn't Tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Go to Nachodoches (sp?), TX with new boyfriend, spend NYE waiting for him to get back from hunting, go to seedy bar w/ "the boys", drink a lot of cheap beer, wish I was back in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Beer sodden boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Wow these years are getting tough to remember. Went to NEW boyfriend's bar w/ friends, had dinner, many drinks, bar hopping. &lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Back to Boyfriend's Bar to find him kissing OTHER GIRLFRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Go on date with new "High Society" beau, (swore off the bar owners &amp;amp; rednecks)start off with FABULOUS bottle of Vueuve Clicquot Rose (1985), head to swanky society ball, dance, laugh, feel like fairytale princess until his ex-girlfriend accosts me in the bathroom. He spends rest of night calming her down. I get fed up, call cab, go home. He shows up at my house, hours later, apologizing, I dump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; "Society Boy" goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000- MILLENNIUM!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Host dinner party with current boyfriend, all couples, minor flash fire in kitchen, lots of wine later, all okay, Boyfriend convinces me to do "X", I do, here fire engines, freak out that world is coming to an end, boyfriend decides to "break-Up" (ON X!!!, fight, cry, REALLY bummed (it's the "X", feeling &lt;em&gt;WAAAY&lt;/em&gt; to intense, make up before midnight, drama, drama, drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Probably everyone in the bar, was VERY happy by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WORST ice storm in the HISTORY of Dallas, planned a FABULOUS night for 14 girlfriends, Limo almost wrecks, one friend gets in 2 car accidents before even getting to limo, Get wasted, throw up at bar in between shots, casually walk away as if nothing happened, catch random guy &amp;amp; friend in limo drinking all the liquor, drunk &amp;amp; pissed, kick him out, fight with friends, end up in tears, go home &amp;amp; ex boyfriend is unexpectedly at my house (bad, very bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Bottle of Veuve Clicquot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gave into the whole "Hotel Party" thing with a bunch of girlfriends, food was mediocre, band was lame, but had a blast with my best gal pals and very little D-R-A-M-A (for once). : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Who else? Fabulous girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dinner with all the "couples" in Dallas, best friend knows I'm moving, no one else does &amp;amp; she ends up in tears in bathroom, Take her to meet current (mine) boyfriend at party, who ignores me half the night and gets so drunk he pukes everywhere. Best friend hooks up w/ fabulous hottie and disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt;Boyfriend (pre-puke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Drive to DC to meet new boyfriend who ends up freaking out about relationship, ditch current boyfriend for night on the town with "best guy friend" &amp;amp; end up hooking up w/ him, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, of course, "best guy friend"- very nice, BTW. : )~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At ex-boyfriend's party @ his house (we are "friends"), watching everyone get trashed &amp;amp; he makes out with his new girlfriend all over the place. Bad karaoke &amp;amp; beer bong (how old are we anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Post foot surgery, unable to go anywhere, watch "Rear Window", followed by a very saddening Dick Clark on his "New Year's Rockin' Eve". In hind site, probably the BEST New Year's to date! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Kiss: &lt;/strong&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad (forehead), my cat &amp;amp; the dog. : )~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, compared to the past 16 years, maybe THIS is the year I actually start it out on the right foot! 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