<?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-392295828055093326</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:29.806-07:00</updated><category term='overweight at 24'/><category term='pregnancy weight gain'/><category term='dysfunctional family'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='presents'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='santa'/><category term='Midnight Sun'/><category term='losing baby weight'/><title type='text'>Elite Peppermint Entity</title><subtitle type='html'>Being who I wish I could be every moment of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*ashla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186155651985964036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392295828055093326.post-8324702208927986224</id><published>2009-01-06T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:12:53.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing baby weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy weight gain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overweight at 24'/><title type='text'>Overweight at 24?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, why as a matter of fact &lt;strong&gt;I AM.&lt;/strong&gt; No, I am not happy about it. Believe me. But I don't want to see it plastered all over my M&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ySpace&lt;/span&gt; homepage! I don't care if I am the only person who can see it. It screams, "&lt;strong&gt;FAT ASS&lt;/strong&gt;." And I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sure every girl can agree; We are never comfortable with our weight. No matter if we are 5'9" 125 lbs., there is always something there to pinch. For me, the whole child-bearing thing has killed my body. Not only did I gain 44 lbs. with my first child, but I didn't lose all of that before I got pregnant with the second. Actually I lost all but about 15 lbs., then gained about 25lbs. of it back. So I basically weighed the same going into my second pregnancy, as I did just before giving birth to my first child. That really sucked. The only good thing about all of that, was I lost all of the 22 lbs. I gained with my second pregnancy within 2 weeks of giving birth. But now. I am stuck at the weight I was at giving birth/finding out I was pregnant. Do you think it's my body telling me that this is what I am going to look like for the rest of my life? That is, before everything else starts to sag? Damn. If I were to lose weight, I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; need a tummy tuck. I can already see it. Losing about 20 lbs., and stuffing my saggy skin into my jeans. Gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392295828055093326-8324702208927986224?l=elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8324702208927986224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2009/01/overweight-at-24.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/8324702208927986224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/8324702208927986224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2009/01/overweight-at-24.html' title='Overweight at 24?'/><author><name>*ashla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186155651985964036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392295828055093326.post-2663347256632078047</id><published>2009-01-02T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:15:08.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Oh BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have watched &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; a few times online, of course it's not the best quality, but I was dying to see it. I couldn't wait for it to come out in my 1 screen theatre in my home town. Well, it's finally out! And yes, I am going to go see it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so sure about it when everyone was talking about the books, I'm usually not a book reader. Until my sister-in-law got Twilight, the first book. She finished it just before Thanksgiving. I asked her to borrow it, needless to say I was done with it that night. 400+ pages. I couldn't put it down. I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to find the New Moon, the second book. So while shopping on Black Friday, I bought it. And I was done with that one Saturday afternoon. Now, &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to get Eclipse, the third book, my husband and I went shopping on Sunday, and it was no where to be found. Four stores, and nothing. What was I going to do?! My very good friend Kimm, of Where's Waldo, had the books on her computer. She oh so kindly sent them to me, and I was onto reading Eclipse. I have never been into a series of bookd before in my whole life! Needless to say I finished Eclipse Wednesday, and I was onto Breaking Dawn! Breaking Dawn only ruled my world for another day and a half. I then found the copy of Midnight Sun that Stephenie posted on her website. I finished that in about 8 hrs. But since reading the series, I now have unrealistic expectations of men. Sorry love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392295828055093326-2663347256632078047?l=elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2663347256632078047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/2663347256632078047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/2663347256632078047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boy.html' title='Oh BOY!'/><author><name>*ashla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186155651985964036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392295828055093326.post-3520584357885776366</id><published>2008-12-30T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:41:46.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dysfunctional family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think not. I wasn't totally feeling the holidays this year. My children's present totals weren't that high. I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not the point of Christmas, but seriously, what else do people have Christmas for? (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;) Family gatherings? Sure, there's that. But what did &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;really think of Christmas as when you were young? I word... Presents. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn and running downstairs to see what wonderful gifts the big fat man in the red suit had brought. That's what Christmas is all about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas Eve was good. I had to work, who works on Christmas Eve? &lt;strong&gt;I DO!&lt;/strong&gt; Then we went to my parents house, waited about 2 1/2 hours for dinner to get done, and opened presents. I already knew most of what I was getting; clothes, printer, and a purse. I wasn't expecting to get 12 towels, and washcloths, which are always greatly appreciated. Hubby got a $150 gift card to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cabelas&lt;/span&gt;, which was great, because he spends way too much money there as it is. My children made out like bandits, as always. They were happy! That's all I care about. My son would have rather ate popcorn balls all night instead of open presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later came Christmas Eve at our house. The kids went to bed around 9:00. We waited for about an hour to make sure the 'dreams of sugar plums danced in their heads'. Then we started. It took us 4 trips up &amp;amp; down the to bring the over abundance of presents up the basement stairs. Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; presents? &lt;strong&gt;I think not.&lt;/strong&gt; Spoiled rotten children. 'Santa' was very good to them this year. Then for the wrapping... 2 hours of it to be exact. Cutting, taping, folding, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;name tagging&lt;/span&gt;. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The look on my daughters face was priceless. She wasn't even all the way down the stairs when she seen the presents overflowing from under the tree. It really was remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b329/mama2reileigh/HPIM1397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's amazing how much credit 'Santa' gets for all the hard work us parents go through to please our children. Shoot, this year all we got our kids were boring ole' clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392295828055093326-3520584357885776366?l=elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3520584357885776366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/3520584357885776366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/3520584357885776366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>*ashla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186155651985964036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392295828055093326.post-2153041128362410481</id><published>2008-12-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:19:02.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have been forewarned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been the 'blogger' type, but I decided to see what all the fuss was about. I guess it's like a journal, I was never one for those either. I could never keep up with myself long enough to sit and write what I had done that day. So if I don't get on here and post a blog for long periods of time, there's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I come from a small town of about 7,000 population. We have a McDonald's, Subway, 3 pizza joints, 3 gas stations, a 1 show movie theater, and a bowling alley. Surprised that I have never blogged before? Surprisingly, so am I since I just read that last sentence back to myself. What a boring little town!&lt;br /&gt;I am married. I have 2 children. I have a house. Two cars. I guess the only thing missing is the picket fence, and the dog named 'Fido'. Nah, I don't do dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392295828055093326-2153041128362410481?l=elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2153041128362410481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-have-been-forewarned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/2153041128362410481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392295828055093326/posts/default/2153041128362410481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elitepeppermintentity.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-have-been-forewarned.html' title='you have been forewarned'/><author><name>*ashla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03186155651985964036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
