tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70286750451156884312024-03-13T08:05:57.238-07:00CadetPrepsterPreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-58538806722699961222011-03-21T08:29:00.000-07:002011-03-21T08:34:28.011-07:00Slight Delay, but ehwho cares? I mean I've survived, and I'm almost completely certain the internet has too, ohmygosh! It survived! <div><br /></div><div>The reason for my lateness is that I was at Boyfriend's house this weekend, bonding with momma and MSG (that's Master Sergeant to me) of Boyfriend. It was WONDERFUL to get a home-cooked meal. Mrs. Boyfriend's Mom made the most fanTAStic corn chowder. (I have leftovers sitting in my fridge here at Canton). SO wonderful to see her again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I'm behind in my postings, I'm going to be a tad lazy and send you over to <a href="http://www.thecollegeprepster.com/2011/03/marley-lilly-giveaway-monogrammed-cup.html">CollegePrepster</a> to check out her "TDF" Marley Lilly Monogrammed cups! (TDF is prep-speak for "to die for"). They really are super cute, and I'd just LOVE one in light pink with BVC on it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey look, I even kinda blogged some ROTC stuff! xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-41430194793678954602011-03-12T20:23:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:26:12.643-08:00EMERGENCY POST!<div style="text-align: center;">Okay, so technically, there's no ACTUAL emergency. That being said I have BIG news! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lillypulitzer.com/accessories+gifts/furniture/icat/furniture/&bklist=icat,4,shop,accessoriesandgift,furniture">LILLY FURNITURE</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debuting this summer! My suite next year is going to be ADORABLE!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-11820424243634660922011-03-11T06:27:00.000-08:002011-03-11T15:43:20.318-08:00Preppy on a Budget<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">I for one love everything preppy, but that's sometimes a problem, especially since the going rate for a Lilly Pulitzer scarf is $118.00 plus tax.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">So with the help of my fanTAStic mother, I worked out some pretty cute preppy looks for less.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDj8OYhea7qvKhIhRdVeiYeg2TN5LAbeXtWUUT-X6LXELjZcNYx1fkkB79MWbOi0ENYCUxeKGIbLv_GWVeA1avZI9zrypevPKnCn7Fh6NlrbE4EhzVYFZTeZSl6oRqlFkpB6SnhqSJ-dAE/s1600/SANY0159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDj8OYhea7qvKhIhRdVeiYeg2TN5LAbeXtWUUT-X6LXELjZcNYx1fkkB79MWbOi0ENYCUxeKGIbLv_GWVeA1avZI9zrypevPKnCn7Fh6NlrbE4EhzVYFZTeZSl6oRqlFkpB6SnhqSJ-dAE/s200/SANY0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582968274070690130" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>Top Gap about - $15</li><li>Jacket American Eagle - $45 ($$plurge)</li><li>Shorts H&M - $30</li><li>Shoes Target - $9</li><li>Hat Layne Bryant - $13</li></ul></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU4-HwW-U44zN9IVd2CiMRTa5Sy0RfuHkCvIUmd6u_Psliwy6SsfgaHBUw5QoB9_lWUnhLo3t0YQ8GkFiSSTrhHKG9b5DEA_Qy2Vv4lvPY5A5gjZNPbW0jvGGywnzbf5whenRlpEtT5VR/s1600/SANY0157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU4-HwW-U44zN9IVd2CiMRTa5Sy0RfuHkCvIUmd6u_Psliwy6SsfgaHBUw5QoB9_lWUnhLo3t0YQ8GkFiSSTrhHKG9b5DEA_Qy2Vv4lvPY5A5gjZNPbW0jvGGywnzbf5whenRlpEtT5VR/s200/SANY0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582968267409179042" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>Polo(s) Aeropostale - Buy One Get One FREE! $20</li><li>Pants Ann Taylor LOFT - $5 ($$teal! I found them at a thrift store!)</li><li>Shoes LL Bean $55 ($$plurge)</li></ul><div>While I do have a number of other combos I want to show you, I'm feeling quite lazy and don't want to spoil possible future posts (I'm thinking series here?). So here are some hints to find cute things while staying on a "I plan on living on a soldier's income in the near future" budget.</div><div><ul><li>Shop alone or with one person, any more and you get tempted.</li><li>Check out thrift stores. One wash and the clothes are nearly perfect. </li><li>While looking at thrift stores, look for labels, sometimes they're still there. My big win was <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a Lilly athletic shirt for $1. </li><li>Ebay, Ebay, Ebay! I love hunting for deals online, and it's rewarding to win.</li><li>See if what you have can work as a "classic" piece, so that it can transition from season to <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>season.</li></ul><div>There you have it guys. Shop for what you love, but within reason. xoxo</div></div></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-6754298561372982432011-03-02T23:59:00.000-08:002011-03-03T22:32:12.965-08:00Thoughts<div>I promisepromisepromise to wait to post this until Friday, but I've been working on it since Tuesday evening because I was bored and I thought I might forget to mention something. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div>I was reading Boyfriend's ArmyStrong blog and he goes into some detail about how they now have Cadet NCO ranks. NCO is a Non-Commissioned Officer. They are essentially the back-bone of the Army and LORD KNOWS officers today could not survive without them. It's cool that they get these ranks to see what it's like to have actual responsibility to the Battalion and the Cadre members. Boyfriend is now a CSS, or a Cadet Staff Sergeant, which isn't terrible cadet-rank-wise.</div><div><br /></div><div>This past Saturday we had the Army-vs-Air Force Hockey game. It was a total shut-out and the Army kicked butt with a score of 10-0!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="http://armystrongstories.com/blog-assets/matthew-flynn/images/182469_133420500059353_114156135319123_222426_1599968_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">This is the Army team, we had at least twice the number of people on our side which probably helped us win considerably. It was SO much fun to watch the game and catch up with the cadets I haven't seen since last semester due to my not being ROTC any longer.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">After the game Boyfriend and I ran around like chickens without heads getting ready for the Army Dining Out. I've always explained it as Prom with no dancing, but it's more than that, it's a gathering of Army soldiers to celebrate their future sacrifice for their country. The speaker this year was MUCH better than last year's. He spoke about ownership, which was really important to me.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Though I'm not a cadet anymore, I'm now a (okay, I'm ALMOST) nursing major, and as such I will have a great deal to own up to. If I make a mistake it's my fault, and I need to be okay with that. It means a lot that many people will trust my judgement with their lives, it's a really incredible feeling to know that you have that much pressure on you. I hope it's rewarding.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">My new realization is that old Disney Channel Original movies rocked. Seriously. I watched Luck of the Irish last night with my dad in the other room smiling at me like I was 10 years old again. I thought I was adorable, and I think he'd agree. Other favorites of mine were Cadet Kelly (big surprise), and Double Teamed (I used to think basketball was the coolest thing ever).</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXdL-sgXjLtOXnUbzOywTnPiDNSMTquQCNtPNiEdr9qTA6qkoiepJu3jRYWQ" /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">These were good movies, nobody really sang or danced in an unrealistic way, only one thing about this movie was goofy, but nobody cared because it had a leprechaun playing basketball. I think that High School Musical is great and all, but Disney movies became very lame and way too centered on the dynamics of boy-girl relationship nonsense. This is back when school really mattered and parents were actually seen on camera for more than "Can I borrow $200 mom?" so some yucklehead could skip school to see a lame concert or get a slutty dress to go to prom.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Sorry that rant is over. PHEW!</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">To end on a happier note: This is me with Boyfriend just before we left for the Dining Out. <i>Cadet Side Note: my hair will be blonde-ified as of 4:00 pm so relax about the red head.</i></div><div style="text-align: left; "><i><br /></i></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVelrGS5GjfT2hOELfYP4aI408-bJWxJiluYPyFoIqxskLGXL4ycbd7Getiutt6JZUje6ohR9q8LI296KbIIzZRMHoceyAq-J5YRK4KzMO5US1MaaURDodSeFYwOio6mnsK0KkhUPn1qp/s1600/190212_206051402742304_100000123360480_918186_1525495_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVelrGS5GjfT2hOELfYP4aI408-bJWxJiluYPyFoIqxskLGXL4ycbd7Getiutt6JZUje6ohR9q8LI296KbIIzZRMHoceyAq-J5YRK4KzMO5US1MaaURDodSeFYwOio6mnsK0KkhUPn1qp/s200/190212_206051402742304_100000123360480_918186_1525495_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579517985955389138" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-44864928092683368652011-02-25T09:45:00.000-08:002011-02-25T13:46:29.685-08:00MOTIVATION!<div style="text-align: left;">Well, in a mix of boredom and a horrendous snowblizzardofDEATH <i>Cadet side note: alright, not really of death, I'm from the belt in Rochester so this is nothing</i>, I decided to return and be CDTPrep yet again. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*insert dance montage here*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that that's over we have some catching up to do.</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the past two months a LOT has changed with this Prepster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;">I transfered (yes, TRANSFERRED!) to a different school! Gasp, but Brynna, that's so scary, how did you brave leaving Potsdam? Well reader, it was easy, kinda. I decided against my father's wishes that I had NO intention of ever becoming a member of the political atmosphere. The very idea of watching C-SPAN every WAKING moment of my career gave me hives. Upon finally coming to my senses and realizing this, I applied to another school, 20 minutes down the road from Potsdam, SUNY Canton. (Go Kangaroos?!) It's the closest school in my beloved North Country with a Nursing program. </li><li style="text-align: left;">No I'm not yet a nursing major. BUT I'm working really hard and ever so diligently on my awesome new classes (all science/math-based, none of this liberal arts shit)! So that being said I am taking Math (my favorite, the professor yells at us about our lack of parenthesis), Pathology (cool, but eh, I thought it would be better), Medical Terminology (very cool, just not Derm, Derm is gross), and last but most CERTAINLY LEAST Psychology. I HATE PSYCHOLOGY - that fact shall never change. </li><li style="text-align: left;">The Boyfriend is good. We argue more, but it's healthy, I hope. I consider it to be learning more about one another. I think it means that the honeymoon of new relationship time is done. Scary thought, huh, I never thought I'd annoy Boyfriend, but he takes my child-like tendencies in fanTAStic army stride. </li><li style="text-align: left;">I found a new (well new to me) blog called Hyperbole and a Half. (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com) People, read.this.blog. You will laugh hysterically for the entire duration of the post. </li></ul><div style="text-align: left;">On a more "preppy" note, I am LOVING the spring collection of Lilly Pulitzer! It so makes me wish I could wear my spring outfits already. Bad news Northern NYers, it's still too cold. (*dramatic siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm hoping that I'll be able to put up a new post at least once a week. Maybe Friday will be my blogging day. . . hmmmm very very tempting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, I'm off to Boyfriend's to watch <i>Adventureland</i> and <i>The </i>[Facebook Movie]<i> Social Network. </i> Ciao Darlings. xoxo</div></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-73855645956532527892010-12-25T12:16:00.000-08:002010-12-25T12:18:49.640-08:00Day 16 - A Picture of Someone Who Inspires You<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs314.ash2/59404_1607355304334_1249729624_1655996_2019523_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ain't she purdy :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my mom, she inspires me everyday!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-28569237724514120432010-12-24T14:26:00.000-08:002010-12-24T14:37:05.048-08:00Day 15 - A Picture of Something You Want to do Before You Die<div style="text-align: center;">Hmmmm. . . my bucket list is still somewhat long, but the number one thing </div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to do before I die is: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See the 7 Wonders of the [Modern] World!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/Empire.gif" alt="The Empire State Building" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Empire State Building</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/Itaipu.gif" alt="The Itaipu Dam" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Itaipu Dam</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/CNTower.gif" alt="The CN Tower" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The CN Tower</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/Panama.jpg" alt="The Panama Canal" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Panama Canal</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/Chunnel.gif" alt="The Channel Tunnel" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Channel Tunnel [Chunnel]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/NorthSea.jpg" alt="The North Sea Protection Works" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The North Sea Protection Works</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.wonderclub.com/WorldWonders/images/GoldenGate.jpg" alt="The Golden Gate Bridge" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Golden Gate Bridge</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The only one I've seen and experienced is the Chunnel going from England to France.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-11049751424241554452010-12-22T21:22:00.000-08:002010-12-22T21:35:21.525-08:00Day 14 - A Picture of Somebody You Couldn't Imagine Your Life Without<div><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Well - Let's start this post with a story.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Freshie CP was interested in doing SGA Assembly (which is AWESOME!).</div><div style="text-align: center; ">In order to be on the ballot I needed 25 signatures from people who lived in my "district" (aka my dorm).</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">So little me went door to door on the 3rd day of classes (petition and pen in hand, HUGE smile on my face), looking for willing people to sign my paper.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">The first signature I got was that of my darling then-roomie AB, but then I went two doors down. (The next door neighbors weren't in).</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">I knocked, mentally prepared my speech, and who should answer the door but the lovely:</div></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LADY FUNK!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r8TdriDlWSaz1fGxT4zkO4wAZVvVtavflPfQYFZ7OzvVPSkxI-40mKKJjhQCyuWJCf083Kk1OMCzYg8P7gqsZ900jgAVbQY3D7sV2cvWfO7cNGFq6I02wHKMdFeDgqUNqnhDVA7lBvYw/s1600/stunning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r8TdriDlWSaz1fGxT4zkO4wAZVvVtavflPfQYFZ7OzvVPSkxI-40mKKJjhQCyuWJCf083Kk1OMCzYg8P7gqsZ900jgAVbQY3D7sV2cvWfO7cNGFq6I02wHKMdFeDgqUNqnhDVA7lBvYw/s200/stunning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746338608322978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT!?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAquinr98ap83RNgILa77Vo19dBtWxSlQIYv2TcbsZXjSth4PbXY3NDje7smlVEAOdXMzsJsH3NiPOzQGK74X-KG4MmXxNDv7e6tkRlzZbClpucLLydLbLcr3D0f87oYjIjm3xvk13pEyE/s1600/serious+training+for+army+lab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAquinr98ap83RNgILa77Vo19dBtWxSlQIYv2TcbsZXjSth4PbXY3NDje7smlVEAOdXMzsJsH3NiPOzQGK74X-KG4MmXxNDv7e6tkRlzZbClpucLLydLbLcr3D0f87oYjIjm3xvk13pEyE/s200/serious+training+for+army+lab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746330189724898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Training for army lab. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvnymEstnvK7zQNC0ImIsh4h_ec1ANdF5QH9Z9fVvERyA6Hh9ACB9UC00ZVJnrfDGGlopkoKbIO5fgJRUV5iS1FGJ1Fh6NUF5lQiYtVoayFACBgKc7T8tSb1Al_CUUHxC_E_jlH9WtDrJ/s1600/post+epic+fail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvnymEstnvK7zQNC0ImIsh4h_ec1ANdF5QH9Z9fVvERyA6Hh9ACB9UC00ZVJnrfDGGlopkoKbIO5fgJRUV5iS1FGJ1Fh6NUF5lQiYtVoayFACBgKc7T8tSb1Al_CUUHxC_E_jlH9WtDrJ/s200/post+epic+fail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746326422920322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I tried to climb the HUGE rock using her back. . . it didn't work.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJ8S0yojGitfeJZWRvEK2E9rN2VCPhkojW1SXhXdIHctM7eAu-IjsVTpS_Tx4lo_XP5hM7gtRDaBZAY6xazrVR9mAbDSZgwHSDL72VkF0W5jBLpTY6_EM6xDFeybJuQeEQfMuzWXtexgU/s1600/OM+nom+nom+nom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJ8S0yojGitfeJZWRvEK2E9rN2VCPhkojW1SXhXdIHctM7eAu-IjsVTpS_Tx4lo_XP5hM7gtRDaBZAY6xazrVR9mAbDSZgwHSDL72VkF0W5jBLpTY6_EM6xDFeybJuQeEQfMuzWXtexgU/s200/OM+nom+nom+nom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553746325597013058" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">She tried to eat me. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_tLTTgFMQ8DPpeqZzAHtfsbYVHPnY_JXBgOLw8dKXi_YAdwOBKYuK16cFfyLBH8xPH-i5LYyhRC55a1cs6NL8OcCYHD-qZn4naR-6cu81_yiuc8E9K0Un54Ex9l5GLNCkhn0y7oYmTmI/s1600/HEYYYYY.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_tLTTgFMQ8DPpeqZzAHtfsbYVHPnY_JXBgOLw8dKXi_YAdwOBKYuK16cFfyLBH8xPH-i5LYyhRC55a1cs6NL8OcCYHD-qZn4naR-6cu81_yiuc8E9K0Un54Ex9l5GLNCkhn0y7oYmTmI/s200/HEYYYYY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553745961338662930" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">HEYYYYY!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*sparkles*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">honestly college wouldn't have been the same without her, nor would life for that matter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">love ya girl!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(no I'm not as ghetto fab as you)</div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-62050421584016953262010-12-22T07:44:00.000-08:002010-12-22T07:50:33.105-08:00Day 13 - A Picture of Your Favorite Band or Artist<div style="text-align: center;">It's pretty weird, but as a general rule, I don't listen to one artist/band/genre of music. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not to put down any one artist/band/genre of music, I would just soon become bored. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That being said, my favorite artist whose music I will always enjoy is: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*should you feel like it, insert drumroll here*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRei_EwazxFDfJSU_kxxZEyjyZ-hGa3SVozaSY_te2PWntzDuk0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Carrie Underwood.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The American Idol winner is always classy, and keeps life real. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-75488086624406103702010-12-21T06:34:00.000-08:002010-12-21T06:38:19.825-08:00Day 12 - A Picture of Something You Love<div style="text-align: center;">It's not someTHING, it's someONE.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs032.snc6/166233_1205033063800_1767841867_369037_4761585_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LittleNosk, my babysoul, and little brother. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love him more than anyone (save for MommaSoul, naturally). ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-30932509676964656452010-12-20T06:30:00.000-08:002010-12-20T06:35:10.931-08:00Day 11 - A Picture of Something You Hate<div style="text-align: center;">OKAY, finally a food-based post. I was really looking forward to it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hate: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*no drumroll please*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRj6rsRwhej9B1fr4cvKy9ua5jxwA2uZl5sa2eLGi6aW7USfj-8" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">UGH! It's AWFUL! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Le boyfriend thinks it's ok, but I canNOT eat it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(CP secret: he thinks I hate tomatoes more, not true.) ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-52785293055234604452010-12-19T18:45:00.001-08:002010-12-19T18:50:23.520-08:00Day 10- A picture of the Person you do the most screwed up things with.<div style="text-align: center;">Hmmmm tough call. I don't often do very screwed up things, don't get me wrong, it's fun, but often kind of pointless. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The person with whom I do the MOST screwed up things with is...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*drumroll please*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs719.ash1/161583_1389061925_3366574_n.jpg" alt="Angie Ward" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AngelinaBallerina</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love this girl to pieces. She was my first friend at college. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We did some WACKY things freshman year. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(ps: sorry for the lag on day 10, I was getting home and settling into the groove here.)</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-8064191220970998862010-12-16T13:14:00.001-08:002010-12-16T13:30:50.370-08:00Day 9 - A person who has gotten you through the most<div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">Can't be done. I'm changing it to PEOPLE!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs171.ash2/41625_1143820899_2711_n.jpg" alt="Lois Venoski" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">MommaSoul and CritterBear</div><div style="text-align: center; ">(mom and little brother)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs168.ash2/41508_1388592926_3957088_n.jpg" alt="Tyler VanHall" /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Geekster</div><div style="text-align: center; ">(and his galpal from college)</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mU8uH5XqUBQ9Ko-jxNz3EXH-3_1D5quDlLrgb9EBJiUItLsk2_X3efGJRHo2QdCPriemoenAHdMLJfxMaALngeVZbrMoN7ap5HSnGI2Qk_kJW3ejfJNVH_l0cieANwcSYhMKGiUID1Gp/s1600/172029.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mU8uH5XqUBQ9Ko-jxNz3EXH-3_1D5quDlLrgb9EBJiUItLsk2_X3efGJRHo2QdCPriemoenAHdMLJfxMaALngeVZbrMoN7ap5HSnGI2Qk_kJW3ejfJNVH_l0cieANwcSYhMKGiUID1Gp/s200/172029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551393807599671298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Naturally Lady Funk and Angelina Ballerina</div><div style="text-align: center; ">(this was taken like 3 days after we all met.)</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1ZRvXraTNKKv9r5qiu7XT6QvyCu-scIOGgLZ8RYOf2T4OVk-676pwF-yXNqgIaTKsnPHVziMMWEK99FY5q_uxVuADmueS7EcrLXZZwisDH1-CDFKd4sjwXHz-Ckl-YRINxvqIQ4yWeo9/s1600/256.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1ZRvXraTNKKv9r5qiu7XT6QvyCu-scIOGgLZ8RYOf2T4OVk-676pwF-yXNqgIaTKsnPHVziMMWEK99FY5q_uxVuADmueS7EcrLXZZwisDH1-CDFKd4sjwXHz-Ckl-YRINxvqIQ4yWeo9/s200/256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551395255700530146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Not to be forgotten Queen d'Clarinet</div><div style="text-align: center;">(The blue tongues are from blue airheads, we split the blue one from the multipack every time we go see a movie). (ps. sorry about the bad picture).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it folks A [the] person [people] who have gotten me through the most. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-15388664047316405212010-12-15T04:23:00.000-08:002010-12-15T04:27:04.504-08:00Day 8 - A picture that makes you laugh<img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs420.snc3/25312_1106495720428_1767841867_193812_3866094_n.jpg" /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See that bow in the vveeeeeeeeeery bottom of the picture? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, that's me, CDTPrep. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was running for SGA Vice President and had to take a "nice" picture. </div><div style="text-align: center;">ie one with a sincere smile. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In order to get me to smile two things happened simultaneously: </div><div style="text-align: center;">AngelinaBallerina leaned back in her char and flailed wildly &</div><div style="text-align: center;">LadyFunk screamed at the top of her lungs "Balls and Weiners!".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Those two made me fall over with laughter, and this photo is the result. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-90217746520440885762010-12-14T13:51:00.000-08:002010-12-14T13:56:06.388-08:00Day 7 - A picture of your favorite item<div style="text-align: center;">Sorry y'all this is a picture-less day. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See my favorite thing is my DVD copy of 101 Dalmations. I can't give you a picture of it because, well, it's at home. It's my favorite (ok it's tied for favorite with Disney's Robin Hood) Disney movie of all-time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was obsessed with dogs when I was a little Brynna. Evidently I had dozens upon dozens of stuffed animal puppies. My dad tried to buy me a cat while we were shopping at toys 'R' us and I chose a dog instead. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-42202244589024518402010-12-13T08:15:00.001-08:002010-12-13T08:17:49.381-08:00Day 6- A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVurDuE0DJGO58TMuIIq-IOFVBTILSV1N9eiP2rkagaY4vxFkN4TJepIVhuTBa7Lci5fNTHl8pVw0DIul8DsspYdpXt09L8Y4gIh5qIhTvVzMjhTkCCG5RUYn9LhY6_xU0R7LpJBya6-L/s1600/sleepy+phef.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKVurDuE0DJGO58TMuIIq-IOFVBTILSV1N9eiP2rkagaY4vxFkN4TJepIVhuTBa7Lci5fNTHl8pVw0DIul8DsspYdpXt09L8Y4gIh5qIhTvVzMjhTkCCG5RUYn9LhY6_xU0R7LpJBya6-L/s200/sleepy+phef.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550201544985766994" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">PHEW long title for this post. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my brother, DramaKing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's an adorable 16 year old (ladies, he likes long walks and is TOTALLY into going to see musicals)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DramaKing is really cool, but also oddly sensitive, which is why I'd like to trade places with him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love him to pieces, though didn't fully realize it until I went away to college. (I know, trust me, nobody saw this one coming).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-87415196608794068212010-12-12T14:29:00.000-08:002010-12-12T14:35:26.362-08:00Day 5 - Picture of Your Favorite Memory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTEtqxqFFHE7rhHaNRli0RZIDHXIbSjQVJagxr6ZuLNwbXmPUdFFj0fNiWQheUEwXBJT2DpyssxXuieiDWOisEhY9QA5cY1kl_rd5soGO4CX4xF7JPBukaIBu4guaArPZ7cpkgOvKHCgM/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTEtqxqFFHE7rhHaNRli0RZIDHXIbSjQVJagxr6ZuLNwbXmPUdFFj0fNiWQheUEwXBJT2DpyssxXuieiDWOisEhY9QA5cY1kl_rd5soGO4CX4xF7JPBukaIBu4guaArPZ7cpkgOvKHCgM/s200/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549927447949920930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last November my Dad took me to meet his Army Unit - 691st Forward Surgical Team. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These guys were AWESOME! After getting off to a rocky start, we bonded, and some of the medics taught me how to start an IV. </div><div style="text-align: center;">COOLEST.THING.EVER.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt very important to my Dad then, it made me feel special. I'll always remember this, because I felt really cool in that moment. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-1760303769468543982010-12-11T11:39:00.000-08:002010-12-11T11:42:39.308-08:00Day 4 - A Picture of Your Night.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRN27RznycuGIcfAXRZ98PsSQsvznA_x8NJC_kQ5P4AWh8NW-VBEL8bOVhidO7eFoTCrAqicajo9fPlP1RrJ3giB91lRZaTZAqlX9lxv6gN9-ZkkCRv1_M8G4BgmArtckIUgLPOi5C1KO/s1600/SANY0054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRN27RznycuGIcfAXRZ98PsSQsvznA_x8NJC_kQ5P4AWh8NW-VBEL8bOVhidO7eFoTCrAqicajo9fPlP1RrJ3giB91lRZaTZAqlX9lxv6gN9-ZkkCRv1_M8G4BgmArtckIUgLPOi5C1KO/s200/SANY0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549512241178078962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Recently I had a lovely night outside in the sub-zero weather with </div><div style="text-align: center;">my armyman. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Obviously, since my post is boyfriend-centered, I'm going to take a moment to </div><div style="text-align: center;">describe him in one word - adorable. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, we are kinda dorky, but it's sweet. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-67266903958505059932010-12-10T07:58:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:02:20.763-08:00Day 3 - A picture of your favorite Cast<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:dhY57_LFhT05AM:http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a212/barbarella129/chicago_movie.jpg&t=1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chicago the movie is my all-time favorite version of this musical.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Naturally, being a Chicago resident originally, I had to see it the moment it was released onto DVD. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Richard Gere is a PERFECT, I mean spot-ON, Billy Flynn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've never been much of a Renee Zellweger person, but for Roxy Hart, she was outstanding.</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOVED Catherine Zeta-Jones in this also, she has EXACTLY the right range for Velma Kelly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SO, if you have yet to watch this, either as a movie, or live, go to Netflix, Blockbuster, or the like and RENT IT! Pinky swear you'll enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-89499706881807615222010-12-09T05:09:00.001-08:002010-12-09T05:13:31.344-08:00Day 2<div style="text-align: center;">Day 2: A picture of you with the person you've been closest with the longest. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVv5pCBhR49MYblMokbGgnH4BViSN_LmL9XLbjzrnrlkzU3r1LM5HoBbklN9Xe_518d5rbesDo9eMYHwDsO3R6CMRcVBFqgj-qXbFjzxcWlqqJLEmF5gOmoXSReD0_LfX2yyBM7aZ54ZHy/s1600/Me%252C+Mom%252C+Auntie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVv5pCBhR49MYblMokbGgnH4BViSN_LmL9XLbjzrnrlkzU3r1LM5HoBbklN9Xe_518d5rbesDo9eMYHwDsO3R6CMRcVBFqgj-qXbFjzxcWlqqJLEmF5gOmoXSReD0_LfX2yyBM7aZ54ZHy/s200/Me%252C+Mom%252C+Auntie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548669685910009122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Me, Mom, and AuntieDear</div><div style="text-align: center;">This one requires a bit of explaining. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my mother. She's always there for me if I need her, and often when I don't. I miss her like crazy while I'm away at school, which means I LOVE spending time with her while I'm home. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's a beautiful strong woman, whom I admire very much. My mom is my rock, my light, my all. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(and for those of you who think I'm a big cheese, she's gonna call me a </div><div style="text-align: center;">dork for writing all this sentimental stuff.) :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: center;">ps: yes, Mom, I'm a dork, but I'm your dork. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-16249564857270520562010-12-08T08:53:00.000-08:002010-12-08T09:02:12.695-08:00Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOFp1mZgnMM9jSGtn6PR8Dash7W6mzRsUiru4_hOi_Lsy1APhj7DSb9uXijiBQDMANsKyeEQ6Vb8kX2Wan78Un_CZy5jeaOwMk7IN_zG468NkuFlWXvf9ShbyTV0SKW6sm12yzdPyhTXy/s1600/115339.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOFp1mZgnMM9jSGtn6PR8Dash7W6mzRsUiru4_hOi_Lsy1APhj7DSb9uXijiBQDMANsKyeEQ6Vb8kX2Wan78Un_CZy5jeaOwMk7IN_zG468NkuFlWXvf9ShbyTV0SKW6sm12yzdPyhTXy/s200/115339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548356814675843394" /></a>This is me, one super preppy cadet, with 15 "facts".<div><br /></div><div>Here they are:</div><div><ol><li>I work at LLBean.</li><li>I talk about my youngest brother as if he's my son.</li><li>My mom is my best friend, and I miss her.</li><li>I love to dive, but I miss swimming.</li><li>I am a champion discus thrower. </li><li>I can only eat M&Ms in even numbers.</li><li>My lucky number is 3.</li><li>I went from politics to bio to politics to nursing.</li><li>Ebola is an amazing thing.</li><li>At 20 I've never been in love.</li><li>Also at 20 I've only had one boyfriend.</li><li>Said boyfriend is wonderful, thankyouverymuch.</li><li>Ladyfunk is my "school best friend".</li><li>I love all things disney.</li><li>I am Army Strong - they just disagree. - Stupid arthritis. </li></ol><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it folks, 15 things about me. My personal favorite is the M&M thing, it's just nifty. Any facts about you that are interesting?</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-82083040853446756492010-12-07T04:42:00.000-08:002010-12-07T04:46:04.862-08:0030 Day Challenge<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hey readers! Sorry I've been MIA recently, life became interesting, and surprisingly busy. BUT to bring in the new year and fill your heads with pictures of a random cadet, I'm doing a 30-day photo challenge. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-It may be tough.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-It may require finding very embarrassing pictures.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-It most certainly will force me to blog once a day for at least 30 days. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here's the list: </span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Day 04 - A picture of your night.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-size: 11px; ">Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.<br />Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.<br />Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.<br />Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.<br />Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with.<br />Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.<br />Day 12 - A picture of something you love.<br />Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.<br />Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.<br />Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.<br />Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.<br />Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.<br />Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.<br />Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.<br />Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.<br />Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.<br />Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.<br />Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.<br />Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.<br />Day 25 - A picture of your day.<br />Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.<br />Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.<br />Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.<br />Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.<br />Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-size: 11px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">The journey begins tomorrow everyone, wish me luck! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">xoxo</span></span></div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-29354219707451045032010-11-19T18:51:00.000-08:002010-11-19T18:57:16.497-08:00Recruits?! WHAT?!<div style="text-align: center;">Hey y'all! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's my first post in awhile because I've been MONDO busy with school. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That being said, I've also been quite busy diving. I finally got 5/6 dives, which is MUCH better than I had initially. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This week the PotsdamBears are hosting their annual meet the NCIs (North Country Invitational). </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's SUPER swamped, swimmers and divers all over the place! I love it! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With all that, my coach had a diving recruit come stay with myself, ladyfunk, and queenie for a night! It's very fun to show off all that is awesome about POTSDAM(!). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's very sweet, and excited about visiting different schools. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This brings me back to three years ago when I was visiting all of my potential schools...good times. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-84039904824148996332010-10-26T04:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T05:24:42.840-07:00Roommates<div style="text-align: center;">I love Queenie and Lady Funk a lot. They're my best friends here at school, and I can't imagine having other roommates-besides my darling roomie from last year, nobody beats her. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That being said, I spent the weekend at my boyfriend's and it was very nice. We watched a lot of movies, saw a soccer game, and basically just vegged out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He has a single. So when I got back to Potsdam (He goes to a school one town over), I went into what can only be described as shock. My roommates weren't going to simmer down just because *I* returned, nor should they. I just wasn't prepared for the onslaught of <i>bestfriends</i> I met when I arrived. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I did feel bad, though. I usually take what the girls say and don't let it faze me, but Queenie said some things that hit the wrong nerve with me, and I kind of snapped. No yelling, but there were some sarcastic comments thrown around. It was somewhat harsh, what I said. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No worries, blogosphere, I apologized right after, but I was still somewhat justified in a small portion of my snap. (She kept whining about having joint pain, but refused to take medication to numb the pain. I have arthritis...I don't handle whining about joints well at all). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So now I have to work on coming back to Potsdam and just accept everything that hits me. I'm not terribly concerned, as I really do love my roommates to pieces. It's just a matter of saying: "okay, you left the boyfriend's, now we're back in triple-land." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028675045115688431.post-72155812621108944052010-10-19T15:37:00.000-07:002010-10-19T15:43:54.774-07:00Pool<div style="text-align: center;">So this Cadet is learning to dive...it's going swimmingly (ba-da-chhh), except for the </div><div style="text-align: center;">more than occasional bruise of course. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">With all that chlorine exposure, the dry cold of Potsdam, and generally dry hands, I went on a lotion hunt. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Fv6rGJkjMmYXoM:http://www.freemania.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/lubriderm-sample.jpg&t=1" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is seriously the best I could hope for. It keeps my hands feeling happy all season. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Without the annoying greasy feeling! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As far as hair care goes, it's next to be hunted down, as my hair gets very slimy due to exposure to chlorine. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">First meet is the 30th! Go POTSDAM BEARS (and all that jazz)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OE4E_lcxS4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OE4E_lcxS4</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">xoxo</div>PreppyInCantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15857009500629322175noreply@blogger.com0