<?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-16980687</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:32:28.200-04:00</updated><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Athleta'/><category term='Cookbooks'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='GF(Gluten Free)'/><category term='Outfits'/><category term='Giada'/><category term='GREEN'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Dresses'/><category term='Banana Republic'/><category term='Gap'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Cosmetics'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Piperlime'/><category term='Old Navy'/><category term='Vegan'/><category term='Snowboarding'/><title type='text'>What do I have to say!?!</title><subtitle type='html'>You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth! It's my life...and if it's interesting...you get to read about it! Hooray for you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-397153140883310435</id><published>2010-05-11T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:54:10.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookbooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GF(Gluten Free)'/><title type='text'>Gluten Free</title><content type='html'>Yeah so recently I've been introduced to 'gluten free' living. So I wanted to post a few links that I've found on gluten free foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elanaspantry.com/"&gt;Elana's Pantry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gluten-Free Goddess Recipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamglutenfree.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Am Gluten Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplygluten-free.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simply...Gluten Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triumphdining.com/blog/"&gt;Gluten Free Blog from Triumph Dining&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.timesunion.com/glutenfree/"&gt;Gluten Free - Times Union&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sherrylynnsglutenfree.net"&gt;Sherry Lynn's Gluten Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lauriesgfgoods.com/index.html"&gt;Laurie's Gluten Free Goodness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinlessconfections.webs.com/"&gt;Sinless Confections&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-397153140883310435?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/397153140883310435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=397153140883310435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/397153140883310435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/397153140883310435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/gluten-free.html' title='Gluten Free'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7890079224745002908</id><published>2010-03-10T23:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:06:41.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piperlime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banana Republic'/><title type='text'>BAN ALL GAP INC STORES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;OLD NAVY SUX...I hope the rest of GAP Inc  doesn't do this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday,  February 25, 2010 at 1:19pm&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#" onclick="ask_delete_note(342693853000, 'note_342693853000',  10,1272104983,'OLD NAVY SUX...I hope the rest of GAP Inc doesn\x27t do  this!!!','/note.php?note_id=342693853000', 0); return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;If this is true, and the lady is not just stupid, this really  pisses me off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Old Navy changed it's online return policy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE - You place your order online, get your items, try them on, and  then make any returns instore. The money from the items you returned  would go back on your GAP Inc credit card. If you don't have any new  purchases you are done, but if you do have new purchases you use your  GAP Inc. credit card to pay for them...therefore getting points, free  money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW -  You place your order online, get your items, try them on, and  then make any returns instore. The money from the items you returned  goes on a gift card!!! If you don't have any new purchases you are now  stuck with a gift card, not your money back. And if you do have new  purchases you use the gift card to pay for them...therefore losing  points, not getting your free money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?! I used my credit card, why is my return money going on a gift  card and not being refunded in full!?! And the only reason why I use my  credit card in the first place is to get points! The more you spend, the  more points you rack up, and when your bill comes there's your  reward...FREE MONEY (COUPON) TOWARDS GAP INC PRODUCTS! But now with this  whole gift card thing I lose points on future purchases because I have  to use this stupid gift card. AND if I don't buy anything at Gap Inc for  a long time I'm stuck with this gift card instead of having the cash in  my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Old Navy, stupid move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I AM NOT SHOPPING AT ANY GAP INC STORE UNTIL  THIS RETURN POLICY ISSUE IS RESOLVED! WHO'S WITH ME!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;Today at 10:54pm&lt;span class="pipe"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=372678593000#" onclick="ask_delete_note(372678593000, 'note_372678593000',  10,1272104983,'I AM NOT SHOPPING AT ANY GAP INC STORE UNTIL THIS RETURN  POLICY ISSUE IS RESOLVED! WHO\x27S WITH  ME!?!','/note.php?note_id=372678593000', 0); return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;br /&gt;NEW GAP Inc return policy (Old Navy, Gap, and Banana Republic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/customerService/info.do?cid=3325&amp;amp;mlink=,1469216&amp;amp;clink=1469216" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://oldnavy.gap.com/cus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tomerService/info.do?cid=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;325&amp;amp;mlink=,1469216&amp;amp;clink=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;469216&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the big one -&lt;br /&gt;"Also, if you’re returning merchandise to a store that was purchased and  exchanged online and you have your online exchange invoice/receipt,  we’ll issue you a gift card for the amount of your purchase. If you’d  prefer to receive a refund to your credit card, you must return the  merchandise by mail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically if you return your online order in store you get a gift  card, like I said before. And if you want your money back on your credit  card you must pay $6 and ship (return) your items to Old Navy.  Absolutely absurd since they do not carry petites, tall or plus size in  store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until this issue is resolved I will not be shopping at Old Navy, Gap,  Gap Outlet, Banana Republic, Banana Republic Factory Store, Piperlime, or Athleta!!! Who is with me!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7890079224745002908?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7890079224745002908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7890079224745002908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7890079224745002908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7890079224745002908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/ban-all-gap-inc-stores.html' title='BAN ALL GAP INC STORES!!!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5197328701254774126</id><published>2009-06-30T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:28:01.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>No Farms, No Food!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my husband eats &lt;a href="http://www.stonyfield.com//index.cfm"&gt;Stonyfield&lt;/a&gt; yogurt, and on one of the lids was info on how to get a &lt;a href="http://www.stonyfield.com/SpecialOffers/aft/"&gt;FREE bumper sticker&lt;/a&gt; that says "No Farms, No Food". I thought that was cool so I followed the link, put in all my info, and then they bring you to a donation page. There is no way to get around this donation page either! So this bumper sticker really isn't free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't be fooled, it really is free! You don't have to donate to get the bumper sticker. Fill out the info for the free bumper sticker, and when it brings you to the donation page...donate if you want to donate, and close your browser if you don't want to donate! That's all there is to it. So get your free bumper sticker and spread the word...NO FARMS, NO FOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5197328701254774126?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5197328701254774126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5197328701254774126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5197328701254774126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5197328701254774126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-farms-no-food.html' title='No Farms, No Food!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7231132134570741341</id><published>2009-06-26T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:46:16.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Last fall?</title><content type='html'>Yeah so last fall there were 2 outfits that I totally wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This outfit I mainly wanted the sweater, but I still loved the idea of the entire outfit. This outfit could be worn to work, or to some place were you needed to dress up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SkUHWGgfjuI/AAAAAAAACew/_w3otAyQb68/s1600-h/Nordstrom+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SkUHWGgfjuI/AAAAAAAACew/_w3otAyQb68/s200/Nordstrom+outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691808485117666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this outfit I also mainly liked the sweater, but again, I still loved the idea of the outfit. Sneakers with a T-Shirt and sweater are causal with a pair of trousers and some stylish necklaces. And with a change of the shoe you could wear this to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SkUHVo-a6OI/AAAAAAAACeo/SpkTINgZ1Tg/s1600-h/JCrew+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SkUHVo-a6OI/AAAAAAAACeo/SpkTINgZ1Tg/s200/JCrew+outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691800557578466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7231132134570741341?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7231132134570741341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7231132134570741341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7231132134570741341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7231132134570741341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-fall.html' title='Last fall?'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SkUHWGgfjuI/AAAAAAAACew/_w3otAyQb68/s72-c/Nordstrom+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5687090226994043386</id><published>2009-04-06T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:25:32.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>glittorgirl's guide to getting UN-sick!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so right now I'm sick! The in-laws were over with the kids and most everyone was sick, so of course I got sick. I've been trying some ideas out on how to get un-sick, and fast! I really hate being sick, as I'm sure most people do. So here's what I tried, and it seems to be working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the first sign of "Oh crap, I think I'm getting sick!", start drinking green tea with honey, and oj, alternatively of course. Drink all day long, but if you feel full stop until you're not full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a sore throat suck on &lt;a href="http://www.gethalls.com/halls_breezers.aspx"&gt;Halls Breezers&lt;/a&gt; drops. They taste great and make your throat feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a cough take &lt;a href="http://www.robitussin.com/coughandchestcongestion/index.asp"&gt;Robitussin Cough &amp;amp; Chest Congestion&lt;/a&gt;. Most likely if you have a cough, there's phlem behind it. Also, only cough when it comes natural! Trying to make yourself cough to get phlem out just ends up making your throat, chest and head hurt when it doesn't have to. And trust me, when the phlem is ready to leave your body it will let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have a clogged nose use &lt;a href="http://www.mucinex.com/#/spray-mucus-goodbye/"&gt;Mucinex Nasal Spray Moisture Smart&lt;/a&gt;. It clears out your nose so you can actually breath, and get a good nights sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a runny nose get yourself a box of &lt;a href="http://www.puffs.com/en_US/tissues/plus-lotion-vicks-scent.shtml"&gt;Puffs Plus with the Scent of Vicks&lt;/a&gt;. These &lt;a href="http://www.vicks.com/products/puffs-plus-facial-tissues"&gt;tissues&lt;/a&gt; have it all! They are strong enough to hold a pile of mucus, and not get your hands wet. They have lotion to keep your nose soft, and smell like &lt;a href="http://www.vicks.com/products/vaporub-cream"&gt;Vicks VapoRub&lt;/a&gt; which helps you breath easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you have aches and pains take 2 &lt;a href="http://www.advil.com/products/advil/index.asp"&gt;Advil&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. REST, REST, REST, and more REST!!! I can not stress this enough! Take 2 or 3 days off and just sit on the couch, watch tv, and sleep! Your body can not get better if you're all stressed out running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get a piece of paper, write down what you're taking and when you took it last. Put reminders in your phone so you don't forget to take stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When using this regiment make sure you use each product as directed! Medications have directions for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And if you're not better in a week, that's 7 days, GO TO THE DOCTOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am NOT a doctor!!!&lt;/span&gt; I am just merely suggesting ways to help you feel better faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5687090226994043386?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5687090226994043386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5687090226994043386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5687090226994043386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5687090226994043386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/glittorgirls-guide-to-getting-un-sick.html' title='glittorgirl&apos;s guide to getting UN-sick!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-2927360248090043268</id><published>2009-02-23T18:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:16:00.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresses'/><title type='text'>Running of the brides! - Boston</title><content type='html'>Yeah so this past friday was definitely an eventful day! I took part in the running of the brides, I won't get into all the madness because it makes me get really upset, so I'll just give some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go for the whole running part at 8am, make sure you  have 4 or 5 people. No more, no less! You have your bride, and 3 or 4 other people that are friends, family or bridesmaids that can help out. The bride obviously tries on the dresses, one person helps the bride try on the dresses. One person needs to sort the dresses on size, what the bride wants, and what can be traded. The other one or two people can go out and trade the dresses that you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in a group of 3, we were so tired because we didn't have enough people. And we saw a group of like 10 women, half of them were just standing around taking up space because they didn't need to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have more then 4 or 5 people you need to skim down your bunch so they're not taking up space. And if you have less then 4 or 5 people you need to come around 11am when most of the dresses are back on the racks, most of the brides have found a dress, and it's a little less hectic for a group of 3 or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last word of advice...when you're standing in line, it's all calm, every one is everybody's friend. But the minute those doors open, all of that goes out the window, it's every woman for themselves! You need to fight, kick, scratch, do whatever you can to get the dress of your dreams, or friends dreams. This isn't about sharing or being nice,  it's about crazy women trying to find the dress of their dreams for really really cheap! So don't expect people to share. If you grab at a dress and someone else has it wrapped up in their arms, move on because those dresses are hers! There are thousands of dresses, stop waisting time and go find one you can wrap your arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SaLrGC0Sb6I/AAAAAAAACYw/w18inT31ilo/s1600-h/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SaLrGC0Sb6I/AAAAAAAACYw/w18inT31ilo/s200/P1000680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306061800063791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-2927360248090043268?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2927360248090043268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=2927360248090043268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2927360248090043268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2927360248090043268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-of-brides-boston.html' title='Running of the brides! - Boston'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SaLrGC0Sb6I/AAAAAAAACYw/w18inT31ilo/s72-c/P1000680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8008568718700766523</id><published>2009-01-12T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:15:45.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresses'/><title type='text'>And you were smoking what?</title><content type='html'>Yeah so as most people know I love fashion, and I occasionally like to look at the best and worst dressed lists for different award shows. WELL...whom ever decided the best and worst dressed list for the Golden Globes was on CRACK! I LOVE &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/a-line/drew-barrymores-hair-don-t/113?nc"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/a&gt;, but what the hell did she have on? And her hair, she looked like she left the top down on her convertible on the way over. I really don't understand how some of those people ended up on the best dressed list when they looked like crap! And there were a bunch of stars on the worst dressed list that I thought looked really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have been on the worst dressed list:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=4"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=7"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=8"&gt;Christina Applegate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=11"&gt;America Ferrera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=17"&gt;Salma Hayek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=18"&gt;Hayden Panettiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=24"&gt;Amanda Seyfried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/worst-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2579?nc#id=25"&gt;Julie Benz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have been on the best dressed list:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/best-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2578?nc#id=3"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/best-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2578?nc#id=8"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/best-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2578?nc#id=15"&gt;Freida Pinto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/best-dressed-at-the-golden-globes/2578?nc#id=25"&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8008568718700766523?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8008568718700766523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8008568718700766523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8008568718700766523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8008568718700766523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-you-were-smoking-what.html' title='And you were smoking what?'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-566430098230206160</id><published>2008-11-13T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:14:44.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Kids love Brooklyn!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so they may look like they're screaming in pain in some of these pictures, but they were actually screaming with joy! They were running up and sliding down the doors for atleast 10 minutes...that's like forever in baby time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SRx2y59HxOI/AAAAAAAABek/k-684Gn4nOk/s1600-h/IMG_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SRx2y59HxOI/AAAAAAAABek/k-684Gn4nOk/s200/IMG_6386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216281039357154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SRx2zCNIe_I/AAAAAAAABes/U0uIOfLxtc4/s1600-h/IMG_6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SRx2zCNIe_I/AAAAAAAABes/U0uIOfLxtc4/s200/IMG_6387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268216283253996530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SRx2zXlkxKI/AAAAAAAABe0/42ac5Y2n-_E/s1600-h/IMG_6388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Ooh! Funny wedding crap, that's always good for a few minutes! As I'm watching I see this guy with a straw on a string pinned to his crotch, and his legs are bent and he's moving his hips all around. OH! This has to be a Chinese wedding! Well sure enough it was, but even if it wasn't the idea is GENIUS! I wish we got to do that at our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for any one who would like to do this to a loved one getting married. Take a straw and tape it to a piece of string about 1 foot long. Then pin the string to your grooms crotch, to his pants of course. After that's done blind fold him and place a beer bottle under the straw that is now hanging from his crotch. The idea is for the groom to get the straw into the beer bottle...a little practice for his wedding night if you know what I mean!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho-As you can tell I love this idea and can't wait for some one in my husbands family to get married so we can make them do this! And get it on video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3926855679830990580?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3926855679830990580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3926855679830990580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3926855679830990580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3926855679830990580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-out-chinese-people.html' title='Look out Chinese people!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6930685609713636518</id><published>2008-08-02T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:08:08.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I learned yesterday!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so when you go to the beach it is always good to wear sunscreen, which I do. And even if your legs are pasty white and never get color it is still good to put sunscreen on them because when you least expect it they will burn in a random patchy manor and you'll end up with camo legs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6930685609713636518?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6930685609713636518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6930685609713636518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6930685609713636518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6930685609713636518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-what-i-learned-yesterday.html' title='This is what I learned yesterday!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7413805522311940436</id><published>2008-07-22T11:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:13:51.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Naughty Monkey</title><content type='html'>Yeah so there are just to many shoes out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7ooTwBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/W8fxXccw6tw/s1600-h/web+of+lies%3Dw%27s%3Dturquoise%3Dnmss+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7ooTwBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/W8fxXccw6tw/s200/web+of+lies%3Dw%27s%3Dturquoise%3Dnmss+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867641152061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7RTE-1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/rLDEvR8tDq4/s1600-h/sugarpop_red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7RTE-1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/rLDEvR8tDq4/s200/sugarpop_red.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867634888997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7TBiSoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GOZJyr4LI7E/s1600-h/sugarpop_ylw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7TBiSoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GOZJyr4LI7E/s200/sugarpop_ylw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867635352291970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC0A-Fb-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/iBS0DMXcWMs/s1600-h/sugarpop_blue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC0A-Fb-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/iBS0DMXcWMs/s200/sugarpop_blue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867510246895586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7RWPg9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/x4eYOncsbms/s1600-h/the+cooler%3Dw%27s%3Dblack%3Dnmnd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7RWPg9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/x4eYOncsbms/s200/the+cooler%3Dw%27s%3Dblack%3Dnmnd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867634902270930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7nfONOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xdYsaGI640E/s1600-h/the+cooler%3Dw%27s%3Dturquoise%3Dnmnd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7nfONOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xdYsaGI640E/s200/the+cooler%3Dw%27s%3Dturquoise%3Dnmnd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867640845513954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzTLSpqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/odVb703mtzQ/s1600-h/hotflash_ylw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzTLSpqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/odVb703mtzQ/s200/hotflash_ylw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867497954256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqzqfRWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MGQbKD_HO8Y/s1600-h/hotflash_purple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqzqfRWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/MGQbKD_HO8Y/s200/hotflash_purple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867352056218978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzSHKPSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3lLIiNlVAUk/s1600-h/scribbledibble_redwht.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzSHKPSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3lLIiNlVAUk/s200/scribbledibble_redwht.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867497668492578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzne8abI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PWjCCnRkq94/s1600-h/shockwave_ylw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCzne8abI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PWjCCnRkq94/s200/shockwave_ylw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867503405394354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCz8xtweI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hgf7tkuszSg/s1600-h/steves+delight%3Dw%27s%3Dtan%3Dnmnd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCz8xtweI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hgf7tkuszSg/s200/steves+delight%3Dw%27s%3Dtan%3Dnmnd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867509121270242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqS2ROOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UBMWYuoF-xw/s1600-h/colorful+talk%3Dw%27s%3Dwht%2Bblack%3Dnmss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqS2ROOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UBMWYuoF-xw/s200/colorful+talk%3Dw%27s%3Dwht%2Bblack%3Dnmss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867343247259874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqp6ibmI/AAAAAAAAAew/L5ccwYK4jag/s1600-h/colorful+talk%3Dw%27s%3Dwht%2Bgreen%3Dnmss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqp6ibmI/AAAAAAAAAew/L5ccwYK4jag/s200/colorful+talk%3Dw%27s%3Dwht%2Bgreen%3Dnmss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867349439180386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqpkOHDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/m4nHJh_2nhs/s1600-h/crashcourse_gold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqpkOHDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/m4nHJh_2nhs/s200/crashcourse_gold.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867349345573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqntRAgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K55gTV4yo7o/s1600-h/hightea_turq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYCqntRAgI/AAAAAAAAAfA/K55gTV4yo7o/s200/hightea_turq.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867348846641666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChPFIyWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P-oDVyiw77w/s1600-h/basketcase_wht.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChPFIyWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/P-oDVyiw77w/s200/basketcase_wht.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867187617057122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChRNOOSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bva4Oz9KH_I/s1600-h/button+it+up%3Dw%27s%3Dsilver%3Dnmss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChRNOOSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bva4Oz9KH_I/s200/button+it+up%3Dw%27s%3Dsilver%3Dnmss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867188187838754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChbjpiDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DCN3acnVLbk/s1600-h/buttonitup_blk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChbjpiDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DCN3acnVLbk/s200/buttonitup_blk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867190966257714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChTsfBII/AAAAAAAAAeY/u6o47joNlhE/s1600-h/candy+land%3Dw%27s%3Dgreen%3Dnmss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChTsfBII/AAAAAAAAAeY/u6o47joNlhE/s200/candy+land%3Dw%27s%3Dgreen%3Dnmss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867188855833730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChucDF_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/zkRuhT0MI8s/s1600-h/candyland_red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYChucDF_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/zkRuhT0MI8s/s200/candyland_red.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225867196034652146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7413805522311940436?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7413805522311940436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7413805522311940436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7413805522311940436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7413805522311940436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/naughty-monkey.html' title='Naughty Monkey'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIYC7ooTwBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/W8fxXccw6tw/s72-c/web+of+lies%3Dw%27s%3Dturquoise%3Dnmss+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1610046092082488790</id><published>2008-07-22T10:54:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:13:45.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Shoes, SHoes, SHOes, SHOEs and more SHOES!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I had so many shoes that I needed to separate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronx:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6vUCDXYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4sHhDyKHaa8/s1600-h/7954-542007-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6vUCDXYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4sHhDyKHaa8/s200/7954-542007-d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858633371442562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chie Mihara:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6elDjGPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VOVAtOGwucc/s1600-h/pl600250-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6elDjGPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VOVAtOGwucc/s200/pl600250-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858345883343090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6ewUC4LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eXF-fYjbnzk/s1600-h/pl600257-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6ewUC4LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eXF-fYjbnzk/s200/pl600257-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858348905324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6ezDz2DI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rrg0oue7ods/s1600-h/pl600260-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6ezDz2DI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Rrg0oue7ods/s200/pl600260-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858349642537010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco Sarto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6OpoUP2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/jJyfLioBKeQ/s1600-h/1pl595383-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6OpoUP2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/jJyfLioBKeQ/s200/1pl595383-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858072233394018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6OtrDmWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7xHMw7coP9o/s1600-h/pl595383-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6OtrDmWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/7xHMw7coP9o/s200/pl595383-01p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858073318627682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6Ox-6TYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EOdB6He2ZhU/s1600-h/pl599895-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX6Ox-6TYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EOdB6He2ZhU/s200/pl599895-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225858074475646338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frye:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX59ZU0hzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Cp7BOVUBIVA/s1600-h/pl587948-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX59ZU0hzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Cp7BOVUBIVA/s200/pl587948-01p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857775798880050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Cole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX50O6iCoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_QB1OL8kqms/s1600-h/pKCP-4703812v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX50O6iCoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_QB1OL8kqms/s200/pKCP-4703812v275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857618385439362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA NA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5tEadiJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/B0QllUpPMSw/s1600-h/pl586741-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5tEadiJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/B0QllUpPMSw/s200/pl586741-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857495307487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eJVlqtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o_XMddngB9A/s1600-h/pl566584-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eJVlqtI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o_XMddngB9A/s200/pl566584-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857238931188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eTHTtPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jqXyT9c6CdU/s1600-h/pl566614-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eTHTtPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jqXyT9c6CdU/s200/pl566614-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857241555645682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eRm8cqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AjawBcbJuAI/s1600-h/pl598369-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5eRm8cqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AjawBcbJuAI/s200/pl598369-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857241151468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5e5wKaVI/AAAAAAAAAco/JqdoNvEVz8c/s1600-h/pl598374-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5e5wKaVI/AAAAAAAAAco/JqdoNvEVz8c/s200/pl598374-00p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225857251927550290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restricted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5PoNS3LI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bK4uhZJqN94/s1600-h/pl591869-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX5PoNS3LI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bK4uhZJqN94/s200/pl591869-01p01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225856989519862962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Lips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX4sMGsZxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pbAaGtpGpWQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX4sMGsZxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pbAaGtpGpWQ/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225856380680562450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIX4si7ilsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZSuq_j22I5M/s1600-h/pl593475-00p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I LOVE them! But I never have the money to buy them so I just go online, look at them and post the hot ones on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bettye Muller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvR2YbCbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/514Muy4t4oo/s1600-h/26lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvR2YbCbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/514Muy4t4oo/s200/26lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225846032568093106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvR8rgkMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iTKWsw8M3bM/s1600-h/33lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvR8rgkMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iTKWsw8M3bM/s200/33lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225846034258759874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvRyXgkaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hwwbZXTktKA/s1600-h/34lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvRyXgkaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/hwwbZXTktKA/s200/34lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225846031490519458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFa7zS7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/451HWs8y-Io/s1600-h/1lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFa7zS7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/451HWs8y-Io/s200/1lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845819041860530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFjD2J1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yc_g8N2D1Bc/s1600-h/10lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFjD2J1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Yc_g8N2D1Bc/s200/10lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845821223085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFzx72sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jvMhLJ-VNAs/s1600-h/11lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvFzx72sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jvMhLJ-VNAs/s200/11lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845825711364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvGAIbd0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-JpwF9AQsJY/s1600-h/12lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvGAIbd0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-JpwF9AQsJY/s200/12lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845829026936642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvGKDa-yI/AAAAAAAAAbY/opxvbl_v50E/s1600-h/13lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvGKDa-yI/AAAAAAAAAbY/opxvbl_v50E/s200/13lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845831690287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregular Choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuqm3DNHI/AAAAAAAAAag/_M2ytDeo9YY/s1600-h/3501-6EMAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuqm3DNHI/AAAAAAAAAag/_M2ytDeo9YY/s200/3501-6EMAIN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845358386689138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuq4RnwZI/AAAAAAAAAao/pYHMntJryCY/s1600-h/23586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuq4RnwZI/AAAAAAAAAao/pYHMntJryCY/s200/23586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845363061539218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuqxBKXOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Y5RzbVLlpvc/s1600-h/24258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXuqxBKXOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Y5RzbVLlpvc/s200/24258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225845361113455842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXofwHVEHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/nXrXT3L3h3o/s1600-h/C300%21GMR-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXoCNVFE_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/DBhFxHyKFis/s200/SUPERFL9SL1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225838067268785138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1612029397548682279?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1612029397548682279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1612029397548682279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1612029397548682279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1612029397548682279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoes-to-die-for.html' title='Shoes to die for!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SIXvR2YbCbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/514Muy4t4oo/s72-c/26lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1462548089968327608</id><published>2008-07-09T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:13:28.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Best bread recipe in the world!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I've been making bread on and off for a few years now, but every time I make it the taste isn't quite right and it never rises, which makes the bread dense. A friend of mine makes his own bread and it is really good! So I asked for the recipe and made it up a few times, and again, it was very dense and didn't taste that well, which was weird since his wasn't like that. What the hell am I doing wrong!?! All I want to do is make a yummy risey bread. Well my husband said that he knows some one at work that has like 5 kids and makes like a loaf a bread a day, so he asked him for his recipe. Well when I got around to making it, boy was it good! Light, airy, sweet and a crunchy crust...I needs to get me some sammich meat now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey Whole Wheat Bread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 oz. Lukewarm water&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbspn. Yeast&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbspn. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 Cups Whole wheat flour (Pack flour firmly in measuring cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 Cups White flour (Pack flour firmly in measuring cup)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbspn. Gluten&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbspn. Molasses&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbspn. Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbspn. Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl mix together the water, yeast and sugar. Let the mixture sit for 5 minutes. When the 5 minutes is up add the molasses, oil and honey, and lightly stir until combined. Set aside. In a medium bowl mix together the flours, gluten and salt. Then add the yeast mixture to the flour mixture. Combine with hands until a ball is formed. Knead the ball for 10 minutes. Put kneaded ball into a lightly oiled bowl, and cover with a towel. Place bowl in a warm spot and let rise for 20 minutes. When the 20 minutes is up punch down the dough to get all the air out. Recover and put in a warm spot for another 20 minutes. When that 20 minutes is up punch the dough down again, removing all the air. Then split the dough in half and place each half in an oiled 9x5x2 inch loaf pan. Let rise in a warm spot for 20 minutes. Preheat oven to 350*F, then bake for 35 minutes, until medium brown. Remove each bread from the pan and let cool completely on a wire rack. When completely cooled you can freeze it, fridge it or leave it out on the counter. But just remember it will go moldy faster when you don't put it in the fridge or freezer. And most of all enjoy your tasty bread!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1462548089968327608?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1462548089968327608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1462548089968327608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1462548089968327608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1462548089968327608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-bread-recipe-in-world.html' title='Best bread recipe in the world!!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5156449561992663920</id><published>2008-06-19T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:12:16.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresses'/><title type='text'>I love clothing!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I've been styling away on ShopStyle and here are a few of my favorite outfits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 Something fun and colorful for summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=glittorgirl&amp;amp;look=453948&amp;amp;size=Small&amp;amp;width=3&amp;amp;height=1&amp;amp;layouttype=0" frameborder="0" height="154" scrolling="no" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Weekend fun, you can take this look just about any where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=glittorgirl&amp;amp;look=460509&amp;amp;size=Small&amp;amp;width=3&amp;amp;height=1&amp;amp;layouttype=0" frameborder="0" height="154" scrolling="no" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Lets go to the mall and shop till we drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=glittorgirl&amp;amp;look=464224&amp;amp;size=Small&amp;amp;width=3&amp;amp;height=1&amp;amp;layouttype=0" frameborder="0" height="154" scrolling="no" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              New suit for the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=glittorgirl&amp;amp;look=464249&amp;amp;size=Small&amp;amp;width=3&amp;amp;height=1&amp;amp;layouttype=0" frameborder="0" height="154" scrolling="no" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Easy breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=glittorgirl&amp;amp;look=464290&amp;amp;size=Small&amp;amp;width=3&amp;amp;height=1&amp;amp;layouttype=0" frameborder="0" height="154" scrolling="no" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5156449561992663920?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5156449561992663920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5156449561992663920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5156449561992663920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5156449561992663920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-clothing.html' title='I love clothing!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-505837830522934152</id><published>2008-06-18T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:11:59.081-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>GREEN = money</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I know for a fact that Walmart peeps are a bunch of money grubbing whores! In the past month they did this &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walmart-save-earth-commercials.html"&gt;GREEN promotion&lt;/a&gt; where they talked about if every one that shops at Walmart bought this one product it would do something really great. Cool, Walmart is going GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently there have been 2 new Walmart commercials. One where there were a bunch of people in a car going some where and in the back seat was a Walmart bag. Well the Walmart bag was PLASTIC! And the second commercial had a family celebrating summer with a family picnic, and the items for the picnic were from Walmart. And how they showed that the items were from Walmart was a Walmart bag. Again the bag was PLASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!?! Walmart peeps are a bunch of money grubbing whores! If they were truly trying to be GREEN they would have had a canvas bag with WALMART written in bold letter on the front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart, it's great that you have low prices and give back to the community in so many ways. But if you're talking about being more GREEN, then actually be GREEN! I think you'd actually make even more money if you kept with the GREEN theme. People like me see your commercials and don't want to shop at your stores because they see you're a bunch of liars! And all because of a little plastic bag. If you had just used a canvas bag I don't think you would have pissed people off! People like me would have thought that you actually cared about the environment and continued to shop at your stores because they would have thought you cared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like usual, I was wrong, Walmart's just a big corporation that only cares about the all mighty dollar. So to Walmart being GREEN is just another term for making money. Sham on you Walmart, sham on you! I think it's time you get your priorities straight! It's not all about the money, it's about the people. Because with out the people there is no Walmart, and there is no money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-505837830522934152?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/505837830522934152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=505837830522934152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/505837830522934152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/505837830522934152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-money.html' title='GREEN = money'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5980698371344244766</id><published>2008-06-18T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:11:53.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>I feel so bad</title><content type='html'>Yeah so as most of you know I have 2 cats, Hermes and Zazou. We also have a screened in porch where they love to be ALL summer long. Well just recently I've noticed a little grey cat wondering around our property. He seemed to be really nice, even my female cat who hisses at anything she doesn't know didn't hiss at this cat. But then my male cat, Hermes, noticed the little grey kitty. Well he freaked out, big time! Ran right over to him and puffed up, he was also climbing the wall trying to find any way to get to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course for the safety of my cats I had to shew the little grey cat away. I carefully went outside and tried to shew him away. Well he just ran right up to me and started meowing and purring, and he wanted me to pet him so bad! OMG, he was so sweet, but I had to shew him away with a water bottle because he wouldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad because he was such a great little kitty. I wanted to take him inside and keep him because his owners let him go outside, he doesn't have a collar, and they live on a main road. That cat was way to sweet to have owners like that, and it also seemed like he got along with my kitties, so it would all work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So still to this day he shows up in our flowers and every time I see him he meows excitedly at me. But I have to shew him away with a water bottle because he makes Hermes go absolutely insane. And every time I feel so bad because he's such a nice kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5980698371344244766?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5980698371344244766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5980698371344244766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5980698371344244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5980698371344244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-so-bad.html' title='I feel so bad'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8549059067281578846</id><published>2008-05-28T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:11:19.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>Water wasted</title><content type='html'>Yeah so some where I read some thing on some ones blog about putting the water that they didn't finish drinking in a container and using it to water plants. Well I thought that was a great idea! Then I said to myself "Self, I wonder how much water we waste in a months time?" So I got a container out and started filling it with our used water. Yesterday was the last day of the month, so today I took a picture of how much water we would have wasted in a months time if we didn't do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SD11lUhdtwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bUMhxyglpHA/s1600-h/IMG_5838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SD11lUhdtwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bUMhxyglpHA/s200/IMG_5838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205446028334839554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SD11lkhdtxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lhglD9zD9Ug/s1600-h/IMG_5851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SD11lkhdtxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lhglD9zD9Ug/s200/IMG_5851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205446032629806866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 Gallon and 3 Quarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;224 Ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of water we would have wasted in 1 month! Kinda makes you think of how much water we waste in general!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8549059067281578846?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8549059067281578846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8549059067281578846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8549059067281578846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8549059067281578846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/water-wasted.html' title='Water wasted'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SD11lUhdtwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bUMhxyglpHA/s72-c/IMG_5838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5387762984633008016</id><published>2008-05-22T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:11:04.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><title type='text'>WOW, I really do have a knack for fashion!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so almost 2 years ago I was going to start these 2 crazy trends where you put a tank top under a &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-trend.html"&gt;skinny strap tank&lt;/a&gt;, or under a &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/fashion-forward.html"&gt;tube top dress&lt;/a&gt;. For me it didn't quite work out since I'm a little top heavy, but I think for a smaller person it would work. And come to find out I was actually right, I remember seeing some girl wearing my tank and tube top dress idea, and it looked so cute! Then just a few minutes ago I was bored and scrolling around &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/"&gt;GAP.com&lt;/a&gt; and I see this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SDWgKkhdtvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZzG9-WJ541g/s1600-h/gp-otf-out10155odv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SDWgKkhdtvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZzG9-WJ541g/s200/gp-otf-out10155odv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241047959647986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm WAY beyond fashion! I think I may actually have a knack for this stuff...I just wish I went to college for it now, I'd be rollin in the dough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5387762984633008016?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5387762984633008016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5387762984633008016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5387762984633008016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5387762984633008016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-i-really-do-have-knack-for-fashion.html' title='WOW, I really do have a knack for fashion!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/SDWgKkhdtvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZzG9-WJ541g/s72-c/gp-otf-out10155odv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5339295666886337329</id><published>2008-04-28T19:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:44.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Walmart save the earth commercials</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I love these new &lt;a href="http://www.savemoneylivebetter.com/"&gt;Wal-Mart "GREEN"&lt;/a&gt; commercials! They talk about light bulbs, &lt;a href="http://www.sunchips.com/"&gt;Sun chips&lt;/a&gt;, organic coffee, recycled coke bottle cotton t-shirts, &lt;a href="http://www.purwaterfilters.com/"&gt;PUR water filters&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.silksoymilk.com/"&gt;Silk soy milk&lt;/a&gt; (Not to sure about the Green Works products, haven't done any research on them!). They talk about how these products are saving the earth and if ALL of Wal-Mart's customers buys just one it would save a shit load of stuff! Now I like that kind of advertising, advertising for our earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of the big wigs at Wal-Mart prolly only care about making money by any means necessary, but ya know what, they're still sending a positive message with their commercials and that's all I care about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XGshOMljFs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XGshOMljFs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5339295666886337329?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5339295666886337329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5339295666886337329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5339295666886337329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5339295666886337329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/walmart-save-earth-commercials.html' title='Walmart save the earth commercials'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3435793351386994213</id><published>2008-04-22T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:36.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>HAPPY EARTH DAY!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I thought I'd &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Celebrate-Earth-Day"&gt;celebrate earth day&lt;/a&gt; with some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth_Day"&gt;earth day facts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.epa.gov/earthday/"&gt;things you can do to help out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww2.earthday.net/"&gt;Earth Day Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthday.envirolink.org/calendar.html"&gt;Earth Day calendar of events&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://holidays.kaboose.com/earth-day/"&gt;Things you and your kids can do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kab.org/site/PageServer?pagename=index"&gt;Keep America Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know what you can do to help out, go out and have some fun celebrating earth day! And remember, just because earth day is once a year doesn't mean that you can only do these things once a year. I encourage everyone to try and make these things apart of your daily routine! Help keep our earth happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3435793351386994213?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3435793351386994213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3435793351386994213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3435793351386994213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3435793351386994213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='HAPPY EARTH DAY!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1880549930334915670</id><published>2008-04-21T19:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:31.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>A store to love</title><content type='html'>Yeah so one store I would really like to shop more in is &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/a&gt;. There fashions are always great and they always have great colors, the only problem is price! Most of their items are really expensive and I'd only be able to buy two things when I actually have money to shop. And at the moment I can't do that because I'm in the middle of building my wardrobe so I'm not wearing the same things over and over and over again. Wearing them down and making me have to start a new each time I get money to shop! But eventually I'll have built my wardrobe and I'll be able to buy atleast one item from there every time I have money to shop, so I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I finally got a chance to go through my email and I see an email from Banana Republic, I didn't know they were &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/customerService/info.do?cid=16552"&gt;going green&lt;/a&gt;!?! That makes me want to buy even more things in their store! Now all they need to do is &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-name-of-earth.html"&gt;recycle their clothing&lt;/a&gt;. Things that don't sell, reinvent them into something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing they have going at the moment, for earth day of course, is their &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/browse/info.do?cid=35127&amp;amp;mlink=5001,377900&amp;amp;clink=377900"&gt;greener cities&lt;/a&gt; program. When you shop at Banana Republic from April 22nd-27th they will be donating 1% of their sales, up to $100,000, to &lt;a href="http://www.tpl.org/"&gt;The Trust for Public Land&lt;/a&gt;, a non-profit dedicated to conserving urban green spaces. And if you can't shop online or in store on those days you can &lt;a href="https://secure.ga0.org/02/banana_tpl_2008"&gt;check out this link&lt;/a&gt; where you can donate to the cause. I hope you do, I know I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1880549930334915670?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1880549930334915670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1880549930334915670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1880549930334915670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1880549930334915670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/store-to-love.html' title='A store to love'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5966487359497705212</id><published>2008-04-21T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:23.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>In the name of the earth!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I'm big on recycling, I try to do what I can to reuse what I can, and recycle what I can't. I also try to buy as much biodegradable products as I can. I basically try to be as green as possible, and I do it quick and easy! Also every few months I try to think of something new I can add to my routine so eventually everything I do is green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho-One thing I have just come across is recycled clothing. A company called &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt; has clothing for men and women, along with shoes, accessories and things for the home. Well like most stores not everything gets sold. And unlike most companies they try and reinvent the items that don't get used so they're not wasting materials, and I think that's great! It's called &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/category.jsp?popId=WOMENS&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;isSortBy=true&amp;amp;navCount=7&amp;amp;pushId=WOMENS_COLLECTIONS&amp;amp;id=W_APP_COLLECTIONS_RENEWAL"&gt;Urban Renewal&lt;/a&gt;, and I hope you check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5966487359497705212?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5966487359497705212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5966487359497705212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5966487359497705212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5966487359497705212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-name-of-earth.html' title='In the name of the earth!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8158064178361305520</id><published>2008-04-14T14:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:15.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giada'/><title type='text'>Giada's a mommy!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I &lt;a href="http://babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/archive/2008/03/31/piping-hot-giada-de-laurentiis-has-a-baby-girl.aspx"&gt;just found out&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://www.giadadelaurentiis.com/"&gt;Giada De Laurentiis&lt;/a&gt; had a baby girl on Saturday March 29th at 4:38pm in LA CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-met-giada-de-laurentiis.html"&gt;HUGE&lt;/a&gt; fan of hers, so to Giada and Todd I say congrats, and I wish you the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8158064178361305520?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8158064178361305520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8158064178361305520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8158064178361305520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8158064178361305520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/giadas-mommy.html' title='Giada&apos;s a mommy!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-2936375676992805175</id><published>2008-04-03T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:11:36.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets stone them!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so one of my pet peeves is the fact that most schools use rocks as ground cover on their playgrounds. Whatever happened to good old fashion grass? And if that's to difficult to keep looking nice, what about recycled tires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure schools these days push earth day, and being green, on kids so they can help the environment. So why not practice what you preach!?! Give kids a safe place to play, and teach them about recycling all in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't have the money to do so, it's called fund raising!! There are so many different ways to make money for schools theses day (I wish some one would try it instead of trying to raise taxes). This would teach kids that you don't get anything for free, and if you work hard you'll be rewarded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-2936375676992805175?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2936375676992805175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=2936375676992805175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2936375676992805175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2936375676992805175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Lets stone them!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8920033848352174065</id><published>2008-04-03T15:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:10:07.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>Dreams can come true!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my dreams are finally coming true, slowly, but surely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that eventually everything will flip. Instead of 80% stuff and 20% organic, it will be 80% organic and 20% stuff. And eventually everything will be organic, but I doubt I'll see that in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around in the supermarkets, and online in clothing and home good stores I see more and more organic, natural and biodegradable things. I also hear the word green a lot more, green...that wonderful word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we will live in a world where everything will be recycled, organic, natural and biodegradable. Everyone will conserve water and electricity. Solar, wind, and cow poop power will be efficient, and readily available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other things that I'm forgetting about at the moment, but you get the point...healthier lives lived on a happier earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8920033848352174065?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8920033848352174065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8920033848352174065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8920033848352174065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8920033848352174065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-can-come-true.html' title='Dreams can come true!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8975788419257549170</id><published>2008-04-02T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:09:59.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>If you blinked....</title><content type='html'>Yeah so as we know Jericho was &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-sure-you-watch-jericho.html"&gt;canceled&lt;/a&gt;, then brought back this past &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-its-back.html"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt;. CBS ordered like 8 more episodes, and they showed them all. Well I noticed the second to last episode there was a preview for next weeks episode, and it said "SERIES FINALE". WHAT!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for  the next weeks episode and I waited for them to say  what they usually say "Next on CBS the series finale of Jericho". Well nothing like that happened. And the ending possibly could have been a series finale, but looked more like a season finale. All I know is CBS needs to make up it's  mind...either keep the show or cancel it! I vote KEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for anyone out there who likes &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/jericho/"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt; I would write &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt; to make sure they keep it  around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8975788419257549170?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8975788419257549170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8975788419257549170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8975788419257549170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8975788419257549170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-blinked.html' title='If you blinked....'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6527703265414110421</id><published>2008-04-02T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:50:22.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya gotta hate it!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so every now and again there are a few things in life that just drive me crazy. Commercials happen to be one of those things that are annoying. There are 3 company's who's commercials bother me the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The D' D commercial where all these people are rushing to the supermarket, and when I say everyone I mean everyone! There's a guy in a kayak...on dry land! Anywho-they're all rushing to the supermarket to get D' D coffee because it's now at the supermarket. Well then I think to myself, don't they already sell that at D' D? And isn't there a D' D on EVERY corner? You could have just gone there to get it, ya didn't have to rush to the supermarket to get it! Or even wait for it to come to the supermarket! Dumbasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's another D' D commercial were a lady comes in and asks for a large, the girl behind the counter says dieci. They go back and forth with the large/dieci, even trying to spell it. Then finally the lady asks "What's a dieci?", the girl behind the counter says "It's a large". You've got to be kidding me, you stupid pretentious pompous arrogant bitch! If large and dieci are the same thing, then why did you have to be a bitch when she said large in the first place? Oh yeah that's right, you think you're better then everyone else because you work in a crappy expensive coffee house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FCR.C commercial where the guy's singing his song and says something about dressing for the job he wants, not the job he's in, so why is he dressed up like a pirate serving food. Gee...I wonder...maybe because it's a uniform!?! You kinda can't wear a suit and tie when you're serving food! So maybe you should dress like that out side of work ya dumbass! Then there's another commercial about his car. He's clearly not dressed nice, so he clearly doesn't want a good job! And I think those girls are laughing at you guys cuz you're a bunch of dorks singing, with instruments, in your car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the         IHOP commercial where this cop pulls over a kid for some reason, then all off a sudden he's putting whipped cream on the ticket. Then the two of them are at IHOP eating stacks of pancakes. Yeah, that's a little creepy...I think that kid is under 18, and you're a cop so you should know better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6527703265414110421?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6527703265414110421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6527703265414110421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6527703265414110421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6527703265414110421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/ya-gotta-hate-it.html' title='Ya gotta hate it!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6909429376492539195</id><published>2008-03-07T02:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:08:25.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>I don' t think he likes dogs</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my nephew watches this show, and at the end of the intro he shakes his fists and yells. I guess Toby just got in the way of his fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b3585ad1fbc405d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b3585ad1fbc405d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331455594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7C95525CD40A12D199EFE83E76622D57AA1B22.5BEEB3BA5DA4A4F07E526A372C46DBEB9A44C4DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b3585ad1fbc405d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQoqvyj7y4wIaeMpzdaPkbnfg3CQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b3585ad1fbc405d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331455594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A7C95525CD40A12D199EFE83E76622D57AA1B22.5BEEB3BA5DA4A4F07E526A372C46DBEB9A44C4DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b3585ad1fbc405d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQoqvyj7y4wIaeMpzdaPkbnfg3CQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6909429376492539195?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b3585ad1fbc405d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6909429376492539195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6909429376492539195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6909429376492539195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6909429376492539195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-don-t-think-he-likes-dogs.html' title='I don&apos; t think he likes dogs'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-4444517377895914076</id><published>2008-03-07T02:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:08:54.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Dance party</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCQi6JZaXlc"&gt;title&lt;/a&gt; says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-4444517377895914076?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4444517377895914076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=4444517377895914076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4444517377895914076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4444517377895914076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-party.html' title='Dance party'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-695929323434788108</id><published>2008-03-06T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:08:46.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Lily goes ah ah ah ah....</title><content type='html'>Yeah so...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTFEyoB9foM"&gt;ah ah ah ah&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-695929323434788108?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/695929323434788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=695929323434788108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/695929323434788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/695929323434788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/lily-goes-ah-ah-ah-ah.html' title='Lily goes ah ah ah ah....'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3497265407518276311</id><published>2008-03-06T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:08:39.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Who's chasing who?</title><content type='html'>Yeah so this past christmas I captured a bunch of videos of my nieces and nephew. Here's one where they were running around the island in the kitchen. I'm not quite sure if they were chasing after each other or just having fun running around the island, you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mktim-RoVhc"&gt;Who's chasing who?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3497265407518276311?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3497265407518276311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3497265407518276311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3497265407518276311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3497265407518276311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/whos-chasing-who_4231.html' title='Who&apos;s chasing who?'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5872346541025048706</id><published>2008-03-02T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:08:33.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Me want cookies!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so for some reason I've been craving chocolate chip cookies for the longest time. So today my sexy man and I made some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've made several batches of chocolate chip cookies in my time, using several different recipes. But when it comes down to it, no one beats &lt;a href="http://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/detail.aspx?ID=18476"&gt;Nestle Toll House&lt;/a&gt;! There are only 2 things that I do different with the recipe. 1, I don't add nuts, but I will add more chocolate to compensate for the lost nuts. And 2, I use dark chocolate chips, I don't really like semi-sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're craving some chocolate chip cookies get your lazy ass off the couch, print that recipe out, get in the kitchen and get baking. Cause when you're done you'll have some damn ass tasty cookies to shove in your mouth! Just make sure you have an ice cold glass of milk to wash them down, that dark chocolate can get pretty rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5872346541025048706?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5872346541025048706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5872346541025048706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5872346541025048706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5872346541025048706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-want-cookies.html' title='Me want cookies!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5328510856612692404</id><published>2008-02-20T10:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:07:37.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>It's like I forgot about it....</title><content type='html'>Yeah so awhile back I wrote about some &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-smoothie-time.html"&gt;smoothies that I made&lt;/a&gt;. There was a 3rd one, but I never got around to posting it. So I decided to not be lazy and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofruigurt smoothie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 piece of a mushy fruit...a banana, mango, peach, nectarine....&lt;br /&gt;* 1/3 cup of fruit juice...orange, pineapple...whatever you think will complement your piece of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;* 1/4 of a block of silken tofu.&lt;br /&gt;* Fat free french vanilla yogurt...I used about 4 large spoonfuls.&lt;br /&gt;* 3 ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put fruit, juice, and tofu in blender and blend till smooth. Then add yogurt and mix till well blended. Add ice cubes to a tall glass, pour smoothie on top, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5328510856612692404?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5328510856612692404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5328510856612692404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5328510856612692404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5328510856612692404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-like-i-forgot-about-it.html' title='It&apos;s like I forgot about it....'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7979344537789231623</id><published>2008-01-18T12:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:07:10.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowboarding'/><title type='text'>And we all fall down...well atleast me!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so yesterday my sexy man and I went snowboarding at Wachusett Mountain, and boy are my arms tired! No wait, that's not how that goes, arms go with flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho- I'm rambling! Even though I wasn't flying my arms really are tired, well more stiff....and my legs and my neck. My ass and knees are just sore! I fell a bunch of times and wiped out twice. The first time I wiped out I don't remember how it happened, I just remember falling on my ass and slamming my head on the ground, I instantly teared up! I didn't cry, I just got a little misty eyed because of shock! You see I usually don't fall on my ass and slam my head into the ground, even with the fact that I'm a klutz! But I got back up and kept on boarding! The second time I wiped out, again, I have no clue what happened. This time was even worse! I fell on my ass and slammed my head on the ground, that was the bounce, cuz right after that I flipped over. My hat and sun glasses flew off just out of arms reach. After that I can't remember if I did some more boarding or took a little break in the lodge, cuz at that point my head was kinda wobbling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the lodge the sexy man took a run on the green and on the black. Then we had lunch! After lunch I had to pee and fix my boots so the sexy man took another run on the black. We then proceeded from the kid bunny slope to the green bunny slope! I did much better, it was a little steeper but it was double the length so I had more time to get it. The sexy man said we should take a break, so we did, then we proceeded to the green mountain...like the full slope! I definitely fell a lot! But atleast I knew I was going to fall and I was able to slow my self down before I fell. I think we did the green run 2 times before I realized I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was breaking the sexy man did 2 more runs on the black. During my break I realized how stiff I was and that I was done for the day. So when he was done with his runs we packed up and headed home! All in all it was a great day! We had perfect weather, I had a hot teacher, a couple of guys were kinda hitting on me, and I was able to do what my hot teacher taught me! I can't wait till February when we go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7979344537789231623?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7979344537789231623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7979344537789231623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7979344537789231623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7979344537789231623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-we-all-fall-downwell-atleast-me.html' title='And we all fall down...well atleast me!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-4309999610639789785</id><published>2008-01-06T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:07:19.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>YAY! It's back!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so &lt;a href="http://www.nutsonline.com/jericho"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt; is back...well will be back this &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/jericho/"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt;. Make sure you watch it after all the &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-sure-you-watch-jericho.html"&gt;trouble everyone went through&lt;/a&gt; to get it back on the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-4309999610639789785?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4309999610639789785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=4309999610639789785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4309999610639789785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4309999610639789785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-its-back.html' title='YAY! It&apos;s back!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8212032967667231999</id><published>2007-12-17T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:06:43.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Now this is the cutest desktop ever!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so awhile ago I made a &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/cutest-desktop-ever.html"&gt;cute little desktop&lt;/a&gt; with pictures of my nieces and nephew. Well time has past, they've grown and gotten WAY cuter, so of course I had to make a new desktop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/R2aXeK_Ku2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYRc39JC7_A/s1600-h/R%26L%26P+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/R2aXeK_Ku2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYRc39JC7_A/s200/R%26L%26P+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144966168918539106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8212032967667231999?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8212032967667231999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8212032967667231999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8212032967667231999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8212032967667231999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-this-is-cutest-desktop-ever.html' title='Now this is the cutest desktop ever!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/R2aXeK_Ku2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYRc39JC7_A/s72-c/R%26L%26P+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3053539698064052750</id><published>2007-12-16T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:35:28.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go elf yourself!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so there's this crazy lady that I know, and she had this funny elf thing on &lt;a href="http://ataleoftwobabies.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; so I decided to do one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1461875757"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3053539698064052750?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3053539698064052750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3053539698064052750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3053539698064052750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3053539698064052750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-elf-yourself.html' title='Go elf yourself!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-2890263530847201352</id><published>2007-12-07T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:27:13.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is # 4!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I've won 4 things in my entire life! In the 7th grade I won a Halloween costume contest, I won some crappy tape. Then a few years back I won a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josie_and_the_Pussycats_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Josie and the Pussycats&lt;/a&gt; comic book, this was around the time that the &lt;a href="http://www.josiethemovie.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; came out. Then a little after that I won some game, it was like scene it or something...no clue! Then today I go and get the mail and there's a package from &lt;a href="http://www.prescriptives.com/"&gt;Prescriptives&lt;/a&gt;. It's this great make-up company that actually labels it's make-up with a colorprint, so you know what shade to wear! I'm a blue/red! Anywho-I was like, I didn't order anything!?! So I open up the package and there's a tube of mascara inside with a note saying I'm a Prescriptives lucky breaks winner...SWEET! Finally I win something that I can actually use!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-2890263530847201352?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2890263530847201352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=2890263530847201352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2890263530847201352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2890263530847201352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='This is # 4!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8102728946567360091</id><published>2007-11-15T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:38:29.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worm boogies</title><content type='html'>Yeah so over the past 5 days I've had these really weird boogies that come out of my left nostril. I start to blow my nose and if sounds and feels like there's tons of stuff coming out, like when you're sick. But when I pull the tissue away there's just this 2 or 3 inch skinny boogie that kinda looks like a worm. It's crazy! And this morning it didn't fully come out of my nose so I had to pull it out with the tissue...it was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8102728946567360091?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8102728946567360091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8102728946567360091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8102728946567360091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8102728946567360091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/worm-boogies.html' title='Worm boogies'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6859756258824134039</id><published>2007-11-15T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:06:20.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Tom and Jerry</title><content type='html'>Yeah so remember back to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_and_Jerry_%28MGM%29"&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;/a&gt; cartoons that we used to watch when we were children. Remember the ones where Tom was the lion in the very very beginning? He was like "re-ow re-ow". Well that sooo reminds me of my female cat Zazou. When she's playing or doesn't want to be bothered. I just think that's rather amusing...especially when they show those Tom and Jerry's on cartoon network...I just laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6859756258824134039?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6859756258824134039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6859756258824134039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6859756258824134039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6859756258824134039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/tom-and-jerry.html' title='Tom and Jerry'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-4612129137569594235</id><published>2007-11-14T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:40:21.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some one messed up</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the other day I got a new pack of birth control pills, and here's what the warning sticker said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".....................................&lt;br /&gt;regnant, possibly pregnant, or&lt;br /&gt;reast feeding. Consult your&lt;br /&gt;octor or pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ertain drugs (antibiotics) may&lt;br /&gt;lter the effectiveness of birth&lt;br /&gt;ontrol pills. Ask your doctor&lt;br /&gt;r pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o not smoke: Smoking with oral&lt;br /&gt;ontraceptives causes&lt;br /&gt;gnificant increased risk of&lt;br /&gt;erious heart and circulation&lt;br /&gt;roblems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this medication upsets your&lt;br /&gt;tomach, take it with crackers,&lt;br /&gt;read or a small meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is very important that you&lt;br /&gt;se this exactly as directed. Do&lt;br /&gt;ot skip doses or discontinue&lt;br /&gt;nless directed by your doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see some things got cut off, and the very first sentence got chopped off so I just have the bottom part of the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm some what smart! I still wonder what that first line says though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-4612129137569594235?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4612129137569594235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=4612129137569594235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4612129137569594235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/4612129137569594235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-one-messed-up.html' title='Some one messed up'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8136854769557776402</id><published>2007-09-19T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:22:52.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Follow up</title><content type='html'>Yeah so it's been 1 week and 3 days since I didn't have any carbs for a week. I wanted to do a follow up on how I'm doing now. Well before the no carbs for a week I was craving carbs and sweets, I also couldn't get under 150 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the food cravings they have pretty much stopped! Usually I would see yummy food and want it. I wouldn't share my food and I was such a hog if I had to. Now when I see yummy food, it's still yummy food, but I don't want it. Unless I'm hungry, which I think is true for most people...this is why you don't go grocery shopping on an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Olive Garden for dinner this past saturday night. Besides wanting an appetizer really bad, which I didn't get, I did really well. I had a caesar salad, and only had a few of the crutons because I ate a bread stick and I had pasta coming. I also didn't eat the entire gigundo salad, usually I feel compelled to eat it all, even if I can take it home. Dinner came and I had half the pasta and steak, I didn't stuff my face like I usually do. And for dessert, I didn't have any. When we first got there I kinda wanted one, but it wasn't a big deal if I didn't. And as soon as I was done eating my meal I was like, I don't want a dessert, I don't want to be full! Usually I'd have dessert no matter what, even if I was full from the meal, and I'd be really sickly full when I was all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see I did really well, and at home it's pretty much the same. Some times I have carbs, some times I don't. And I don't always have a junkie snack or have one at all. And for the weight...I'm 147.5 lbs. GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8136854769557776402?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8136854769557776402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8136854769557776402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8136854769557776402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8136854769557776402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-follow-up.html' title='NO CARBS: Follow up'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-9194948567064302565</id><published>2007-09-11T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:05:57.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>STOP! Smoothie time!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so this past weekend I was cooking/blending up a storm in the kitchen! Made some baby food for my sexy man, along with tofu and yogurt fruit smoothies. I thought they came out pretty good, so I would like to share the recipes I pulled out of my ass with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofruity smoothie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 piece of a mushy fruit...a banana, mango, peach, nectarine....&lt;br /&gt;* 6 oz. of fruit juice...orange, pineapple...whatever you think will complement your piece of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;* 1/4 of a block of silken tofu.&lt;br /&gt;* 2/3 cup of soy milk.&lt;br /&gt;* 3 ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put fruit, juice, and tofu in blender and blend till smooth. Then add soy milk and mix till well blended. Add ice cubes to a tall glass, pour smoothie on top, and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruigurt smoothie: (This recipe was not measured out...I just eyeballed it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 piece of a mushy fruit...a banana, mango, peach, nectarine....&lt;br /&gt;* Fat free french vanilla yogurt...I used about 8 large spoonfuls.&lt;br /&gt;* Fat free milk...I would say about a 1/2 cup to 2/3 cup depending on how thick you want it.&lt;br /&gt;* 3 ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put first 3 ingredients into a blender and blend till smooth. Add ice cubes to a tall glass, pour smoothie on top, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-9194948567064302565?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9194948567064302565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=9194948567064302565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9194948567064302565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9194948567064302565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-smoothie-time.html' title='STOP! Smoothie time!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7140677585762411726</id><published>2007-09-11T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:22:12.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's drugged up!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so last friday my sexy man had his wisdom teeth pulled. We went to the local doctor and around 8:30am they called him in. A little after 9am they called me into the recovery room. There he was sitting, all puffy faced, lips at a slant. The sexy man saw me and mumbled what sounded like "I had surgery, they took out my wisdom teeth." It was rather funny that he didn't really remember that I was the one that took him. Then the doctor told me about everything we needed to do over the next few days, and of course the sexy man was mumbling a whole lot. I have no clue what the HELL he was saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor was done I brought the sexy man out to pay. I had his wallet so I payed and signed for him. All drugged up the sexy man still made sure he got an itemized bill! The nurses were like "Boy he has a lot of questions!" I told them he was an engineer...they then proceeded with the normal "Oooooh." After that I put the sexy man in the car and off we went to the new &lt;a href="http://www.brooks-rx.com/"&gt;Rite Aid&lt;/a&gt; to fill his drugs. He wanted me to leave the keys in the ignition so he could listen to music, I was like "There is no way in hell I'm leaving you in this car with KEYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed home and I pulled out his gauze and made him some fruit tofu smoothie (recipes to come!) so he could take his meds. He then proceeded to ask me about if we paid the bill, where his teeth were and if he got any pain meds. All of that was taken care of, so as you can see he was WAY out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as for the &lt;a href="http://fatwonkkid.blogspot.com/2007/09/guess-what-i-had-done-to-me-last-friday.html"&gt;Tuesday apt.&lt;/a&gt; thing...while we were in the recovery room talking with the doctor, he told me that he wanted to see the sexy man tuesday. The sexy man then said "Tomorrow?", now remember, it's friday! The doctor then said something like, in a few days, and don't worry it's the drugs talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very giddy person, so through all of this it was very hard for me not to laugh. And that's why I was laughing my ass off at all his drugged up mumbling! So now you know the whole story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7140677585762411726?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7140677585762411726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7140677585762411726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7140677585762411726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7140677585762411726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/hes-drugged-up.html' title='He&apos;s drugged up!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7295185226408372803</id><published>2007-09-11T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:15:55.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 7</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today was the last day...well yesterday was the last day of my no carbs! I feel like crap! I don't want cereal as much, but I still want chocolate. But then again it is almost that time of the month and for some reason I always crave chocolate...or meat! That and I think I'm getting sick, I don't think it's from the no carb thing, I was just at a new mall where mad people were, especially kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in some good exercise! I brought my car in to be looked at cuz there was some light and lock situation. Then we dropped the sexy mans car off to do some tire thing. Then we walked around the town to &lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/"&gt;Bed Bath and Beyond&lt;/a&gt;, and a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot to take my vitamins today, bad move! I drank some water...should have drank more!&lt;br /&gt;* 9:30am - Blueberry lemon herbal tea with honey.&lt;br /&gt;* 10:30am - Mint zone bar. Blah blah blah...I had my reasons!&lt;br /&gt;* 2:54pm - Fish, tomato and carrot soup (milk base), but I didn't really eat the carrots. I hate cooked carrots with a passion! Raw baby!&lt;br /&gt;* 5:02pm - Peanut butter and baby swiss cheese.&lt;br /&gt;* 6:42pm - 3 cherry tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;* 6:43-8:29pm - Peach herbal tea with honey.&lt;br /&gt;* 8:30pm - A pear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I think I did really well! I had I think 2 zone bars, a tiny taste of gelato and a tiny taste of sweet potato. I believe that's every thing that I wasn't supposed to eat that I ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till morning...normal food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7295185226408372803?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7295185226408372803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7295185226408372803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7295185226408372803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7295185226408372803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-7.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 7'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-2210935575104842644</id><published>2007-09-09T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:15:06.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 6</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today was eventful...we went to the Natick Mall's grand re-opening. Over the past few years they've been adding on to one side of the mall, so now it's called &lt;a href="http://www.natickcollection.com/"&gt;Natick Collection&lt;/a&gt;. They have a bunch of new expensive shops and it's really beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho-so today I kinda exercised...I walked around a huge mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was thinking about eating some carb, but I can't remember what it was. I do know that I wanted something sweet besides fruit...like CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;* 11:15am - A small glass of milk so I could take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;* 11:25am - Mozzarella balls. 1/3 cup cooked egg whites with garlic, chives and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;* 3:30-5pm - A tiny taste of &lt;a href="http://www.meltgelato.com/index.asp"&gt;crappy mint chip gelato&lt;/a&gt;. The sexy man got some and made me try it because he said it was crappy...it tasted like normal ice cream. It wasn't thick and creamy like most gelatos I've had.&lt;br /&gt;* Around 5pm - Lamb curry, chicken korma?, some spinach thing with yummy yummy cheese...I wonder what animal it was from!?! And a huge piece of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naan"&gt;naan&lt;/a&gt;...don't worry I didn't eat it, it's wrapped up in foil in my fridge waiting for tuesday! I also had a pineapple orange guava drink.&lt;br /&gt;* 8:40pm - Gala apple with peanut butter, and green tea with honey. I thought I mentioned some wheres before that the peanut butter was homemade...I guess not. Well it's homemade...homemade honey roasted peanut butter...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;* 9:49pm - Blueberry lemon herbal tea with honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-2210935575104842644?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2210935575104842644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=2210935575104842644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2210935575104842644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2210935575104842644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-6.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 6'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-2187969238278732922</id><published>2007-09-08T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:31:05.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 5</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today was a good day, except for the shitting! I think all those extra fruits and veggies finally caught up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no exercise...some day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;* Before 11:30am - A small glass of milk to take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;* 11:49am...make that 12:16pm - COFFEE! Cleaning sux!&lt;br /&gt;* 1:16pm - Peanut butter and a banana, and a strawberry yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;* 4:25pm - Tomatoes, mozzarella balls, an avocado, and sour cream on the side.&lt;br /&gt;* 7:04pm - Baby swiss cheese.&lt;br /&gt;* 7:30pm - Salmon topped with bacon and shallots on salad greens with extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8:30pm I prolly would have had an apple with peanut butter, but I was pooping so much I didn't want to eat any more fruit! WATER...my best friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-2187969238278732922?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2187969238278732922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=2187969238278732922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2187969238278732922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/2187969238278732922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-5.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 5'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1087087257454113009</id><published>2007-09-07T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:34:43.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Yeah so today was the longest day ever! Not because of the carbs, I actually think they're out of my system! The withdrawal is over...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't get to exercise today...maybe that will be my goal next week...to exercise every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my sexy man to the doctors to have his wisdom teeth pulled, and then I catered to him all day. Took a nap and then went grocery shopping so my sexy man could have some food! You can't have a tofu smoothie with out fruit! So all in all it was a damn long day, I'm tired and my feet hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;* 8:30-9am - Water and a mint zone bar. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, zone bars are CARBS! But I was out of the house, starving and wouldn't be able to eat for I don't know how long. So I made an exception since I was going to be stuck in the doctors office for a while.&lt;br /&gt;* 12:04pm - I had a small glass of milk so I could take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;* 1:11pm - 1/3 cup cooked egg whites with chives. A pluot, and some blueberry yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;* 2:17pm - Peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;* 9:30pm - Salmon with bacon, shallots and salad greens, topped with balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil. And I also had a piece of gouda cheese.&lt;br /&gt;* 10-11:30pm - A peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some time after 8pm and before 9:30pm I was making dinner for my sexy man, and I had a small shred of raw sweet potato. There are prolly some other things I had little tastes of here and there, nothing bad, prolly yogurt...mango tofu smoothie...basically I was tasting things that I made for my sexy man to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1087087257454113009?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1087087257454113009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1087087257454113009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1087087257454113009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1087087257454113009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-4.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 4'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7432883581293959184</id><published>2007-09-06T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:05:07.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I am so soar and tired today that I can't even think! It's not because of the no carbs, it's just all the laundry and other crap I've been doing today. So I'm gonna make it short and sweet today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still didn't exercise and I still want carbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;Small glass of milk so I could take my vitamins. And water through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;* 11:33am - Apple and peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;* 2:17pm - Roasted garlic with onion and herbs chicken sausage, dipped in ketchup. Cucumber and shrimp soup, gouda cheese and cucumber slices.&lt;br /&gt;* 4:31pm - Peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;* 4:47pm - Blueberry yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;* 8:27pm - Hot dog with ketchup, gouda cheese and tomatoes with balsamic vinegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7432883581293959184?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7432883581293959184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7432883581293959184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7432883581293959184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7432883581293959184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-3.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 3'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6827009517585584594</id><published>2007-09-05T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:41:23.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yeah so another day has past too slowly...I want some donuts and life cereal! I was watching the season finale of &lt;a href="http://a51.abcfamily.go.com/shows/lincolnheights/"&gt;Lincoln Heights&lt;/a&gt; and at the end of the show the cops were eating some donuts. I was yelling at the tv for the cops not to eat the donuts because I wanted one so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I did not exercise...what else is new, I guess I'll have to wait till this weekend when my sexy man and I can go for a walk down at the dam...that's a good 1 hour walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;I had a small glass of milk to take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;* 10:05am - a white nectarine and some macadamia nuts.&lt;br /&gt;* 1:42pm - 1/3 cup cooked egg whites with garlic and cheese, and some tomatoes on the side.&lt;br /&gt;* 2:28pm - 1/2 a can of tuna with mayo and rosemary oil. I also had half an avocado with some sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;* 7-8pm - crab bisque, a hot dog, a banana and some jarlsberg cheese.&lt;br /&gt;And of course water through out the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6827009517585584594?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6827009517585584594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6827009517585584594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6827009517585584594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6827009517585584594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-2.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 2'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6762615397065617775</id><published>2007-09-04T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:11:19.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yeah so day 1 of no carbs is over, thank goodness, only 6 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exercise today, which is bad, so I'll just have to do double duty tomorrow. And I'm so going through withdrawl! My bodies like "Where's the good stuff ho!", whilst banging on my head and rolling around in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching tv earlier and 2 ladies were eating chocolate cake...I wanted that so bad. Then I saw a commercial for &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com/"&gt;KFC&lt;/a&gt; and I so wanted a yummy biscuit. And for some reason I wanted chocolate ice cream, prolly cuz it's so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the food I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;I drank a bunch of water, like I do every day! I also had a small glass of milk so I could take my vitamins.&lt;br /&gt; * 9:22am - A banana and a few peanuts.&lt;br /&gt; * 1pm - 1/4 cup of egg whites (cooked) with tomatoes and garlic. I also had half an avocado smashed up with some sour cream.&lt;br /&gt; * 6:30pm - Cucumber and shrimp soup. 1/2 a can of tuna with some rosemary oil and mayo. Tomatoes with balsamic vinegar.&lt;br /&gt; * 8pm - A pluot and some jarlsberg cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6762615397065617775?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6762615397065617775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6762615397065617775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6762615397065617775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6762615397065617775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-day-1.html' title='NO CARBS: Day 1'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-9213344248654616344</id><published>2007-09-04T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:23:43.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CARBS: What am I thinking!?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I've decided to break the hold that carbs and junk food have on me. It's not like that's all I eat, I actually eat really healthy. I just eat way to many carbs, and I always want to eat junk food. Every day I eat 1 &lt;a href="http://www.zoneperfect.com/"&gt;zone bar&lt;/a&gt;, 1 snack, and 2 meals (one with a fruit and one with a vegetable). My snack is always a carb, and my meals always have carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may say "What do you consider a carb?". I know there are carbs in just about every thing, so when I say carbs I mean pasta, bread, potatoes, cereal, junk food...stuff like that. My husband tells me we don't need to eat those at all, but they're tasty and not horribly bad for us (as long as they are whole wheat or multi grain, and you don't eat too much). So in my opinion there's no reason why we can't eat them, we just don't need to eat them ALL the time! So that's why I've decided to NOT eat carbs for 7 days. To break that hold so I can still enjoy my carbs, but I won't want them ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how each day will go for the next 7 days...instead of my usual zone bar I will have a piece of fruit with some dairy or protein (probably nuts). For lunch I will have my usual carb, protein, dairy and fruit...minus the carb. For my afternoon snack I will have veggies with some dairy or protein. And for dinner...carb, protein, dairy and veggie...minus the carb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also gonna try to do a little exercise every day because I've been slacking a lot this summer. Usually my husband and I walk 2 or 3 times a week for atleast 30 minutes. This summer we probably walked once a month. I'd like to get use to exercising again so when it starts getting cold out side I'll want to exercise because that's what I'm use to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I will also try to keep track of what I eat, what I did for exercise, and how things are going so later I can blog about it. Wish me luck, cuz I know I'm gonna be craving me some cereal and junk food later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-9213344248654616344?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9213344248654616344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=9213344248654616344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9213344248654616344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9213344248654616344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-carbs-what-am-i-thinking.html' title='NO CARBS: What am I thinking!?!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3022058832853747359</id><published>2007-08-28T15:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:05:20.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giada'/><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the title says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/women/women-we-love/delaurentiis0807#img"&gt;Women We Love; Giada De Laurentiis Loves Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say after that!?! Nothing really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3022058832853747359?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3022058832853747359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3022058832853747359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3022058832853747359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3022058832853747359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8994834478724116151</id><published>2007-08-24T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:10:33.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must...not...get...brain...washed!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=142128787"&gt;Joe Studd&lt;/a&gt; sent me this link yesterday about &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/08/22/gw.teen.christians/index.html"&gt;Teen Christians campaigning against pop culture&lt;/a&gt;. It was quite interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense I understand where he's coming from, teenagers are too young to understand some of the things in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_culture"&gt;pop culture&lt;/a&gt;, like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_intercourse"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;. They see it on tv and expressed in ads, so they want to know what it's about, so they try it. Then they don't think it's a big deal and keep doing it, which ends with teenagers getting pregnant and/or getting an &lt;a href="http://www.reference.com/browse/wiki/Sexually_transmitted_disease"&gt;STD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can't put all the blame on pop culture, some of the blame has to be put on the parents and our schools. Parents would rather have a root canal then talk to their kids about sex. And in most schools all they teach is abstinence because they think it will keep the kids from having sex. HELLO, it's obviously not working! Kids are having sex as young as 12 or 13! And they don't know what they're doing and they don't know all the consequences, and that's a problem! I lost my virginity at 18 and I wasn't ready then, so imagine how a 12 or 13 year old must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We obviously don't want to tell kids to go out and have sex, but we do need to prepare them for it. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condom"&gt;Condoms&lt;/a&gt;, STD's, emotions and the list goes on. Health class should focus more on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_education"&gt;sex education&lt;/a&gt;, and boys and girls should be separated so they'll be more likely to listen. They should also talk about both sides, the male and the female, not just what gender you are. And waiting till 16, that's ridiculous! Sex educations should start when kids are between the ages of 10 and 11. And not just that one day slide show crap that no one pays attention to, an actual semester with assignments. I truly think that if kids today were more informed they would wait to have sex (I know I would have), and if they didn't they'd be more likely to use a condom, resulting in less teenagers getting pregnant and/or getting STD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parents need to teach their children a little bit of everything so that way their children can make up their own minds. We can't brain wash our kids into doing what we think is right. They need to learn on their own, form their own opinions of what is right and wrong. Every one thinks mistakes are bad, but they're not. No one's perfect, every one makes mistakes, and then we learn from these mistakes. It's how we grow, how we make our lives better because we've learned from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the article, getting back to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end the article it mentions the youngest age of some of the kids participating in these rallies. In my opinion that's a little too young! That's fine if you want to teach them to not follow pop culture and to stay away from sex, but you need to tell them why. To me it seems that these movements/rallies are just telling kids NO, but not giving them a reason why. So in a sense they are just as bad as pop culture because they are brain washing these kids, and the kids don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it comes down to this, if you think pop culture is ruining your life, you're an idiot! If you think you're smart enough to believe that then you should be smart enough to not pay attention to it. If you don't like what you see on tv, don't watch it. If you don't like the message a movie is sending, don't watch it. If you don't like what &lt;a href="http://www.howardstern.com/"&gt;Howard Stern&lt;/a&gt; is saying, don't listen to him! Instead of saying to yourself "Oh, I can't believe what I'm hearing, what is this rubbish I'm seeing?", just turn it off! That's what's great about this country, you can watch, listen to and say what you want! And if you don't like it, you can walk away from it because you have that right. Just as much as they have the right to be saying what they're saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8994834478724116151?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8994834478724116151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8994834478724116151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8994834478724116151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8994834478724116151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/mustnotgetbrainwashed.html' title='Must...not...get...brain...washed!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-813658055616453213</id><published>2007-08-23T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:05:13.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosmetics'/><title type='text'>Cosmetic review: Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I have some magazines coming to me free right now because I placed an order at &lt;a href="http://store.delias.com/"&gt;dELiAs&lt;/a&gt;. Anywho-I think it was &lt;a href="http://www.allure.com/"&gt;Allure&lt;/a&gt; who gives away mad free samples, and one of the samples was &lt;a href="http://www.smashbox.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/products.detail/categoryID/d6fe8598-ae1b-4c0d-9b55-87814fccd060/productID/8cda2a15-9b74-40f2-ae54-47e12f2ab86e/"&gt;Smashbox: Photo finish, Foundation primer&lt;/a&gt;. It's supposed to help your make-up go on easier and it's supposed to help with shine, so of course I tried it! And boy does it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really oily skin in the summer time, and after I put my make-up on my skin gets "shinny" really fast. Well my skin still got shinny but it wasn't as bad as usual. Usually I can wipe the side of my nose or forehead and you can see the oil on my hand, and my face looks like I'm dying of thirst or something. Well with the photo finish my face just had a natural glow and when I wiped the side of my nose it was a tad oily, but there was nothing on my finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come to find out Smashbox has made their photo finish even better, it's &lt;a href="http://www.smashbox.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/products.detail/categoryID/d6fe8598-ae1b-4c0d-9b55-87814fccd060/productID/7671dbc9-d185-4599-b74a-24ed09f25ca0/"&gt;light&lt;/a&gt;! They made it oil free for people with oily, acne prone skin or sensitive skin. It's still on the pricey side, but it's so worth it if you're sick and tired of losing that fresh face look a few hours after you applied it! The price isn't any cheaper at &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P9889&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=3990"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;, but when you spend a certain amount you can get free shipping. And for a limited time at &lt;a href="http://www.smashbox.com/offers"&gt;Smashbox&lt;/a&gt; you can get free shipping on all orders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-813658055616453213?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/813658055616453213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=813658055616453213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/813658055616453213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/813658055616453213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/cosmetic-review-smashbox-photo-finish.html' title='Cosmetic review: Smashbox Photo Finish Foundation Primer'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-9184990883455405347</id><published>2007-08-23T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:35:39.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 minute pee</title><content type='html'>Yeah so back when I was in high school it was hard to go to the bathroom because I didn't want to miss class, you only had 3 minutes in between classes and there was only one bathroom open at a time...and you never knew which one it would be. So for the most part I had to go before school, at lunch and after school. Well because at lunch I'd drink a power ranger sized thermos of liquid sunshine I'd be doing the pee pee dance by the end of the day. I'd run to the bathroom as soon as school was over and I would be going and going and going! It felt like forever, and when I thought I was done more would just come trickling out! Finally after what seemed like 5 minutes I'd be done. Boy did my bladder feel good, so good I'd let out a sigh of relief...Ahhhhhhhhhhh! And that my friends is the story of the 5 minute pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-9184990883455405347?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9184990883455405347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=9184990883455405347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9184990883455405347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9184990883455405347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-minute-pee.html' title='5 minute pee'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8422029310214825175</id><published>2007-08-23T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:04:57.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>No kitty, I want to sleep!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my male cat Hermes usually comes into the bedroom in the morning and meows...a lot. Basically he's telling me he's hungry, and he wants to eat now! So get your lazy ass out of bed and feed me...please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still does that, but later he learned that if you jump up onto the bed mommy will pet you. That one's all my fault! When he would meow in the morning he'd come over to my side of the bed and eat the plant on the floor, so I'd pick him up, lie him on top of me and pet him so he wouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then he got greedy! He'd be lying on me and I'd be petting him, half awake, and eventually I'd stop because I was tired. Well he'd put his paw on my face to say "Hey! Wake up and pet me if you ain't gonna feed me!". So of course I'd keep petting him cause his feet stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it got to the point where I learned to roll towards the middle of the bed when he started meowing so when he jumped onto the bed he wouldn't get on me and I wouldn't have to pet him (I know, I'm mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the other day he came into the bed room, meowing of course, went around the bed to my side, jumped up onto the bed, and saw me rolled away from him. Well I don't think he liked that cause at first he just stuck his face in mine to see if I was really sleeping (Man he purrs loud and his whiskers tickle). Then he puts his paw on my shoulder, and starts tapping me! Tapping me! Like he was trying to wake me up! Come on! This cat is too damn smart! So of course I roll over and pet him. What will this cat train me to do next!?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8422029310214825175?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8422029310214825175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8422029310214825175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8422029310214825175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8422029310214825175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-kitty-i-want-to-sleep.html' title='No kitty, I want to sleep!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7622048320583940204</id><published>2007-08-23T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:35:12.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time in 4 years!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so back in late 2002/early 2003 my grandfather gave me a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Bird%20house.jpg"&gt;bird house&lt;/a&gt; that he made. So of course I made sure to put it on the tree right near our bay window and porch so we could enjoy it all year long. That spring we got a family of purple finches. The next year nothing and same with the year after that and the year after that! Finally this spring we got a family of finches in the bird house! I am so happy that there are some birds living in there because after losing my grandfather (the guy who made it in the first place) a little over a year and a half ago, it brings a smile to my face to see the gift he gave me being enjoyed by some cute little birdies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7622048320583940204?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7622048320583940204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7622048320583940204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7622048320583940204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7622048320583940204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-time-in-4-years.html' title='2nd time in 4 years!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1340901620713378051</id><published>2007-08-23T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:18:22.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagini</title><content type='html'>Yeah so here is my &lt;a href="http://friends.imagini.net/itsmeglittorgirl"&gt;Imagini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1340901620713378051?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1340901620713378051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1340901620713378051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1340901620713378051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1340901620713378051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/imagini.html' title='Imagini'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6038262925017157487</id><published>2007-08-23T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:04:49.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Great new shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so what can I even say except for...check out these fabulous shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2UHwFapgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Go2ZNRFSFyw/s1600-h/CD+Entrer+pl539267-00vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2T7AFapbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HvFNoOyMiWI/s200/BM+fall+07+48lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101896594724922802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2T7AFapcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xfj2hWwrOOQ/s1600-h/BM+fall+07+52lgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2T7AFapcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Xfj2hWwrOOQ/s200/BM+fall+07+52lgv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101896594724922818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6038262925017157487?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6038262925017157487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6038262925017157487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6038262925017157487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6038262925017157487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-new-shoes.html' title='Great new shoes!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2UHwFapgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Go2ZNRFSFyw/s72-c/CD+Entrer+pl539267-00vliv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6984219716415370351</id><published>2007-08-23T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:04:43.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresses'/><title type='text'>That is so bad</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I so have to start shopping for dresses at &lt;a href="http://www.motherhood.com/"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;! There are soooo many dresses, and they'd all fit me! Wo-who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTgFapVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P7Lw_rDbW30/s1600-h/Faux+wrap+floral+printed+dress+with+cap+sleeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTgFapVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P7Lw_rDbW30/s200/Faux+wrap+floral+printed+dress+with+cap+sleeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101887120027067730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTwFapWI/AAAAAAAAAII/l1yqX38KjC0/s1600-h/Polka+dot+wrap+shirt+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTwFapWI/AAAAAAAAAII/l1yqX38KjC0/s200/Polka+dot+wrap+shirt+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101887124322035042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LUAFapYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b7gIsolZbtk/s1600-h/Red+wrap+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LUAFapYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/b7gIsolZbtk/s200/Red+wrap+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101887128617002370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTwFapXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M8FEpvwqp2Y/s1600-h/Red+gauze+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTwFapXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M8FEpvwqp2Y/s200/Red+gauze+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101887124322035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not pregnant! Yes, I watch &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html"&gt;What not to wear&lt;/a&gt; and know I shouldn't be doing this. I just can't help myself...I love dresses...and if the dress fits, I have to wear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6984219716415370351?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6984219716415370351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6984219716415370351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6984219716415370351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6984219716415370351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-is-so-bad.html' title='That is so bad'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rs2LTgFapVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P7Lw_rDbW30/s72-c/Faux+wrap+floral+printed+dress+with+cap+sleeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5591007693278787272</id><published>2007-08-09T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:37:29.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidest name ever?</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I was watching the news today and some one in New Zealand wanted to name their child "&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/08/08/n4real108.xml"&gt;4 Real&lt;/a&gt;" but was not able to since there's a law where you can't have a number for a name. So instead they named their child "Superman", much better! But they still plan to call their child "4 Real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think they must be smoking some heavy duty shit to come up with that, but lets put it this way...Jason Lee named his kid "Pilot Inspektor"! That's his first name, and his parents did the hyphen thing so he's "Pilot Inspektor Riesgraf Lee". I don't know which is worse!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5591007693278787272?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5591007693278787272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5591007693278787272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5591007693278787272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5591007693278787272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupidest-name-ever.html' title='Stupidest name ever?'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3181580509231024373</id><published>2007-06-21T20:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:03:08.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Something to try this summer</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the look for summer is light, simple and fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw that flat iron out and wear your hair &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P179916&amp;amp;categoryId=C7244&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;wavy or curly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For make-up all you need is a &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P131817&amp;amp;categoryId=C13200&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;tinted moisturizer with spf&lt;/a&gt; so your skin is moisturized, even and sun protected. A little &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P4255&amp;amp;categoryId=S10605&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;lip gloss&lt;/a&gt;, blush, mascara and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish the look with a cute &lt;a href="http://www.edressme.com/dresses86-4719.html"&gt;sundress&lt;/a&gt;, a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.piperlime.com/browse/product.do?cid=35988&amp;amp;pid=512178&amp;amp;scid=512178012"&gt;sandals&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.piperlime.com/browse/product.do?cid=31721&amp;amp;pid=491553&amp;amp;scid=491553022"&gt;espadrilles&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.francescascollections.com/Accessories/Handbags/PRD_9050/Pearl+Tote.jsp"&gt;cute tote&lt;/a&gt; and you're looking fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you must always have in your bag to keep yourself looking and smelling fresh. A &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P167637&amp;amp;categoryId=S11505&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true#"&gt;small make-up palette&lt;/a&gt;, a travel size deodorant, and a travel size &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2204459&amp;amp;cp=2484525.2078918&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;body splash&lt;/a&gt;. And if you have oily skin try some &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P61217&amp;amp;categoryId=S15135&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;blotting papers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all have fun with your look and don't be afraid of color!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3181580509231024373?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3181580509231024373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3181580509231024373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3181580509231024373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3181580509231024373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/somthing-to-try-this-summer.html' title='Something to try this summer'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3670808842258581414</id><published>2007-06-21T17:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:02:48.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Beach essentials</title><content type='html'>Yeah so there are 3 main categories of things needed when going to the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Before the beach stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. At the beach stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. After the beach stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that go with #1 are as followed....&lt;br /&gt;-Flip flops&lt;br /&gt;-Bathing suit&lt;br /&gt;-Beach cover-up&lt;br /&gt;-Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;-Beach bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that go with #2....&lt;br /&gt;-Beach blanket/Beach chair (I would only suggest these if you have kids)&lt;br /&gt;-Towel&lt;br /&gt;-Sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;-Beach games (If you have some one to play them with)&lt;br /&gt;-Book (If you're going to the beach by yourself to relax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least the things that go with #3....&lt;br /&gt;-Comb/Brush&lt;br /&gt;-Hair product (Such as a straightener or curl enhancer)&lt;br /&gt;-Make-up pallet (Just a small one that has everything in it like eyes, cheeks and lips.)&lt;br /&gt;-Deodorant&lt;br /&gt;-Body splash&lt;br /&gt;-Small wallet (Something that will hold your ID, a small amount of cash and a credit card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things you would need if you were going to the beach in the morning, shopping on the board walk in the afternoon, and going out to dinner in the evening. This way you'll look good going to the beach, on the beach, and after the beach. You'll also have a place to keep all your things and have something to do while at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't forget to re-apply that sunscreen, and have fun while you're at the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3670808842258581414?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3670808842258581414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3670808842258581414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3670808842258581414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3670808842258581414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/beach-essentials.html' title='Beach essentials'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3341500218315597958</id><published>2007-06-21T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:02:12.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Seychelles shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so a while back I was in &lt;a href="https://www.dswshoes.com/home.jsp"&gt;DSW&lt;/a&gt; looking for shoes. I found 2 pairs right next to each other. The first pair was by &lt;a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/"&gt;Steve Madden&lt;/a&gt; and the other pair was by &lt;a href="http://www.seychellesfootwear.com/"&gt;Seychelles&lt;/a&gt;. The Steve Madden pair was a cute pair of brown wedges with beige stitching and a buckle. And the Seychelles pair was an olive green wedge with some sort of simple design going around the foot. Both pairs were very similar to this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RnrBxQQ4nTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQFTnVdEOyQ/s1600-h/Steve+Madden+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RnrBxQQ4nTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQFTnVdEOyQ/s200/Steve+Madden+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078584581737192754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only difference for the Steve madden pair, the wedge was lower, the strap with buckle was closer to the toe, and like I said, beige stitching. And the difference for the Seychelles pair, there was no strap and I think there was some sort of design near the toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho-getting to the point. I bought the Steve Madden pair. And the Seychelles shoes were soooo comfy, they just didn't have my size at that DSW. So I wrote down the name of the shoes so when I went to another DSW I could remember the name and see if they would even fit me. Well my foot was just in between sizes so I wasn't able to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home I kept saying I had to look up this shoe brand to see what else they have out there. Well I kept forgetting and forgetting, well finally today I actually looked them up. There web page is sooo cool, they have an elevator! You can even drag some shoes around to put on the model! Their shoes are my new favorite brand. They're cute, funky and decently priced. So if you're in a store and you see a pair of Seychelles, try them on, you'll love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3341500218315597958?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3341500218315597958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3341500218315597958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3341500218315597958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3341500218315597958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sachelle-shoes.html' title='Seychelles shoes!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RnrBxQQ4nTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQFTnVdEOyQ/s72-c/Steve+Madden+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7940483319245197440</id><published>2007-06-21T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:02:03.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Hermes and the snow leopard</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the other night I fell asleep on the couch, when I woke up it was like 1am. So I cleaned up all my stuff, said goodnight to the cats (Yes I say goodnight to my cats! I do that cuz I love them and because I want to make sure they're not closed in a room all night.), and went up stairs. I finished some things in the office, then went into the bedroom where I saw the sexy man half awake watching some thing on &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/"&gt;PBS&lt;/a&gt;, and Hermes sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the tv. Is he watching tv? Well it would make sense since we have an HDTV and there was a &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/snowleopard/"&gt;snow leopard&lt;/a&gt; on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the program the &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/snowleopard/conservancy.html"&gt;snow leopard&lt;/a&gt; was marking its territory, and we all know how cats do that...dig and spray. Well when the snow leopard did that Hermes stood up on his hind legs and was trying to get the big cat! He was like, HEY! That cat just pee'd in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just had to get the video camera! Usually when I go and get the camera they move and you lose your shot. This time he was still interested in the snow leopard on tv. Hermes was watching and watching and watching. At one point the female &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/snowleopard/video.html?playertype=windowsmedia;speed=160;helptemplate=%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fmedia_player%2Fplayer_help.html%20;description=Filmmakers%20Hugh%20Miles%20and%20Mitchell%20Kelly%20succeed%20in%20filming%20snow%20leopards%20mating%2C%20an%20event%20that%20has%20never%20been%20captured%20on%20film%20before.%20;title=Here%20I%20am;mediatype=video;media=%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_160.mov%2C%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_320.mov%2C%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_160.rm%2C%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_320.rm%2C%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_160.wmv%2C%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fsnowleopardpodweb_320.wmv;version=1.0;playertemplate=%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fmedia_player%2Fplayer.html;basepath=%2Fwnet%2Fnature%2Fsnowleopard%2Fvideo.html;prefchange=1"&gt;snow leopard&lt;/a&gt; was on top of a mountain meowing deeply. Hermes made a little noise and tried to get closer to the tv. Then a male cat came into the  picture, he found his way up to the female cat and they matted! Well Hermes stood right up on his hind legs again when they did that! HEY! I want some of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the program was over. I thought that was quite amusing at how my little old house cat acted to those big old snow leopards, especially when they were on tv! It just goes to show you, a cat is a cat, no matter it's size or location. And if a cats territory is threatened, he'll try to protect it, even if that other cat is on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I searched &lt;a href="http://www.tivo.com/"&gt;TIVO&lt;/a&gt; for snow leopards and I believe I found the show we were watching. So I made sure to tape it so Hermes can watch his snow leopards over and over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7940483319245197440?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7940483319245197440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7940483319245197440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7940483319245197440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7940483319245197440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/hermes-and-snow-leopard.html' title='Hermes and the snow leopard'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-9193172641795730755</id><published>2007-06-19T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:13:15.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ass hurts...still!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so last wednesday night I fell down my stairs. I don't even fully know how it happened. One second I was standing and the next I was on my ass and sliding down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the middle of the stairs making sure in my head that the windows and curtains were closed. When I was done I took a step forward, well I think I missed the step cause I landed flat on my ass! Man did that hurt. Then the next thing I knew I was flying down the stairs, I stopped like 4 or 5 stairs down from where I started. Well the sexy man was in the living room and he comes running to the stairs, OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK!?! And trying to comfort me, I'm just sitting there crying and saying "Don't touch me!". After awhile the pain went away enough where I could stand up. It hurt to walk, stand still, lye down...pretty much do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was thursday, I felt much better! But it still hurt to sit down, bend over and go up and down the stairs. Friday and saturday were better then thursday, and sunday most everything was better, it was just hard to get up and down from the floor. That and I definitely couldn't lean on my tail bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I decided to stretch out a little bit, see what my limitations where. Well rolling up from lying on the floor, hurt a bunch. And balancing on my tail bone...OWE...not a good idea. Pretty much I think I may have hurt myself all over again. How I felt on the thursday before was how I felt after balancing on my tail bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're up to today, it feels like last friday or saturday. Only it's a lot harder to sit for long periods of time. So all I know is that if the pain doesn't subside by not this wednesday, but the next wednesday, I'm going to go see a doctor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-9193172641795730755?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9193172641795730755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=9193172641795730755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9193172641795730755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/9193172641795730755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-ass-hurtsstill.html' title='My ass hurts...still!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-851253079019419269</id><published>2007-06-14T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:32:55.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...bacon</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I just thought that I'd let everyone know that every time I use my microwave it smells of maple bacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-851253079019419269?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/851253079019419269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=851253079019419269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/851253079019419269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/851253079019419269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/mmmmbacon.html' title='Mmmm...bacon'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1286378545067398496</id><published>2007-06-13T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:34:04.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny shit, no really</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08078215037954471350"&gt;Joe Studd&lt;/a&gt; just sent me this email about some guy who had a bad day and posted it on &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt;. I read it of course, too funny...I just had to re-post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.Occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Poo on seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful Shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter about the shitty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my ass off! I think that is the funniest shit I've ever heard...literally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1286378545067398496?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1286378545067398496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1286378545067398496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1286378545067398496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1286378545067398496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-shit-no-really.html' title='Funny shit, no really'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7999536545793669982</id><published>2007-06-07T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:01:47.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Make sure you watch Jericho!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my husband sent me this &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Deluge+of+peanuts+brings+back+Jericho+TV+show/2100-1026_3-6189218.html?part=rss&amp;amp;tag=2547-1_3-0-20&amp;amp;subj=news"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; just a few minutes ago. It basically states that CBS has ordered 7 more episodes of &lt;a href="http://jerichowiki.cbs.com/page/A+Message+From+CBS+Entertainment?t=anon"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt; for mid-season next year! WO-WHO! Now get this, the reason why, &lt;a href="http://www.nutsonline.com/jericho"&gt;20 tons of peanuts&lt;/a&gt;...yes I said peanuts! I guess a bunch load of viewers sent peanuts to CBS in reference to the last episode of Jericho where Jake said "NUTS!" (Here's &lt;a href="http://thewarp.org/blog/index.cfm/2007/5/30/Jericho-fans-send-more-than-40000-worth-of-peanuts-to-CBS"&gt;another article&lt;/a&gt; about the peanuts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/jericho/"&gt;Jericho&lt;/a&gt;, it hasn't been canceled yet, so make sure you watch when it comes back next season! And sign &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/09272006/petition.html"&gt;the petition&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7999536545793669982?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7999536545793669982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7999536545793669982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7999536545793669982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7999536545793669982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-sure-you-watch-jericho.html' title='Make sure you watch Jericho!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7743140133163880089</id><published>2007-06-05T13:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:01:41.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>Are my cats crazy!?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so this morning I call the cats for breakfast, of course Hermes is right there. After I give him his food I go upstairs to find Zazou. She's behind the futon on the crappy mattress, which is by the heater. I pick her up and she starts meowing like crazy and tries to get away from me. What the hell is wrong with you crazy cat!?! I put her down at the top of the stairs like I always do, instead of her running down the stairs towards her food, she runs back into the sewing room where I found her. What the hell!?! I follow her to see what's going on, I figured there was a bug that she was watching/playing with, nothing. Then I realize that she's looking at the heater, we have base board heat. Ok, my cat who is always up to eating food won't eat food because she is too busy looking at the heater...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden Hermes comes to find me, cause he wants more food of course. He sees Zazou and myself looking at the heater, so of course he's now looking at the heater. Just then the heat turns off! If you sit near it you can hear the different sounds it will make when it goes on, and when it turns off. That's why they were looking at it, cause it was making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go down stairs to give the cats the rest of their food and go on with my day. A little while later I hear this loud clanging noise, what the hell!?! Oh yeah, Hermes is watching the heat so he probably attacked it. I run upstairs into my sewing room to find Hermes staring down the heater, and he's all puffed up. Stupid cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I know, it's summer, what the hell do you have your heat on for. I wrote this a little over 2 months ago and just never posted it for some reason.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7743140133163880089?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7743140133163880089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7743140133163880089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7743140133163880089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7743140133163880089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-my-cats-crazy.html' title='Are my cats crazy!?!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-8312326920670601323</id><published>2007-06-05T13:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:01:24.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>What the hell were they thinking...oh wait, they weren't!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I totally wanted to see someones foot in these god-awfull things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RmWK5AQ4nSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KG18xrU8kck/s1600-h/Shellys+London+Ankle+Wrap+Ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RmWK5AQ4nSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KG18xrU8kck/s200/Shellys+London+Ankle+Wrap+Ballet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072613267230727458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll just have to settle for these god-awful shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RmWK4wQ4nRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SLqsCJ6vc1Y/s1600-h/Jeffrey+Campbell+Leather+Ankle+Wrap+Sandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RmWK4wQ4nRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SLqsCJ6vc1Y/s200/Jeffrey+Campbell+Leather+Ankle+Wrap+Sandal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072613262935760146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone make shoes that ugly!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-8312326920670601323?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8312326920670601323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=8312326920670601323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8312326920670601323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/8312326920670601323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hell-were-they-thinkingoh-wait.html' title='What the hell were they thinking...oh wait, they weren&apos;t!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RmWK5AQ4nSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KG18xrU8kck/s72-c/Shellys+London+Ankle+Wrap+Ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7081852052856074802</id><published>2007-05-22T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:59:46.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Best season finale EVER!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so the Ugly Betty season finale was prolly the best season finally I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry and Betty are finally going on a date, but then don't because Charlie is pregnant and Henry is going home with her to help raise the baby. But then Betty finds out Charlie has been cheating on Henry with her old doctor so the baby could be his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin wants the lead in the school play so he gives the lead his sandwich, which has walnuts in it, which he's allergic to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santos is getting something for his son Justin when he gets held up in the store, and when he tries to be a hero he gets shot and killed. The cops come to the Suarez house, Betty finds out and has to tell Hilda, she is devastated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Christina get stuck in Faye Summers love dungeon and find a safe, which has baby pics of Amanda in it along with a birth certificate saying Faye is Amanda's mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis is still waiting for something to happen to her father, since she paid some guy to take care of him. Daniel took too many pills and drank way too much alcohol, he confesses to Alexis how he really feels, that he misses her. Alexis sees Daniel is not quite right so she takes him to the hospital. Paula Abdul is having some big party so there are no car services so Alexis takes daddies car. Well too bad Alexis's guy cut the brakes, so she can't stop the car and they crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilhelmina is getting married to Bradford Meade, and Claire Meade is planning to escape from prison to "fix" Wilhelmina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a wonderful episode and season finale, go &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the full episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7081852052856074802?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7081852052856074802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7081852052856074802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-season-finale-ever.html' title='Best season finale EVER!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1335840127983450904</id><published>2007-04-19T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:59:30.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><title type='text'>The pillows are in</title><content type='html'>Yeah so recently I had a &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-vote-you-decide.html"&gt;vote&lt;/a&gt; on which pillows to get for our couch. Well I ordered them and they're here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RigkucQwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yECyloNrsRU/s1600-h/IMG_3832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RigkucQwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yECyloNrsRU/s200/IMG_3832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055330962002421746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Of course my cat Hermes had to be in the picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The couch is brighter in person, and the pillows in the back are not staying. They will be replaced with pillows that have brown and russet orange in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1335840127983450904?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1335840127983450904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1335840127983450904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1335840127983450904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1335840127983450904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/pillows-are-in.html' title='The pillows are in'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RigkucQwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yECyloNrsRU/s72-c/IMG_3832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7563630383956485037</id><published>2007-04-18T18:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:59:21.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>3 movies in 3 days</title><content type='html'>Yeah so in the past 3 days I have watched 3 movies that I recorded on &lt;a href="http://www.tivo.com/0.0.asp"&gt;TiVo&lt;/a&gt;...Holes, Saturday Night Fever, and Punch-Drunk Love. I would like to tell you what I thought about each movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0311289/"&gt;Holes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://home.disney.go.com/index"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt; movie, and for a Disney movie it was pretty good! There are 3 stories, the one telling it and the 2 behind it all.&lt;br /&gt;The first story behind it all....&lt;br /&gt;Basically there was this town a long time ago, which had a huge lake. There was a black man (Sam the onion man) and a white woman (Kate Barlow) who were in love. Well there was some other guy who loved Kate and when he saw Kate and Sam kissing, he had Sam killed. After Sam died it never rained in that town again, drying up the lake. Kate went on a robbing spree and if she kissed ya you were as good as dead. Well eventually she ended up in the dessert where a couple tried to get all the loot she stole. She wouldn't give it up and she killed herself by making this poisonous lizard bite her. But before she died she told the couple that they'd spend the rest of their lives looking for it, along with their kids, and their kids kids.&lt;br /&gt;The second story behind it all....&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy Stanley Yelnats, he wanted this girl and went to Madam Zarone for help. She told him to take a pig, carry it up the hill every day to let it eat, while singing some song. Eventually the pig will be big enough and you can give the pig to the girls father, and the girl will be yours to marry. But there was one catch, he had to come back after the trade was made and carry Madam Zarone up the hill so she could get big and strong. And if he didn't his family would be cursed FOREVER! Well of course the dumb ass didn't come back for Madam Zarone and his family was cursed!&lt;br /&gt;The story telling it....&lt;br /&gt;There's this kid, Stanley Yelnats the 4th, who gets in trouble for something he didn't even do. He gets sent away to this "camp" to dig holes for punishment. When really the head of the camp, the warden, set it all up so she could find a buried treasure that her family had been looking for for years! While digging Stanley finds this gold tube with KB on it....&lt;br /&gt;It's a complicated story, and if you want to know what happens...go out and rent the movie! It's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076666/"&gt;Saturday Night Fever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great movie! The music, the camera angles, and the story wasn't half bad. Tony's a disco dancing fool, the story goes on to tell about his life...friends, family and the woman he wants to be with. A good friend gets the shit kicked out of him, another one dies, and some really stupid girl can't get the message. The ending sucked, but all in all it was a good movie. Made me want to get up and dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272338/"&gt;Punch-Drunk Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck! This was one weird movie. There was a story to follow, which I did follow, but I had no clue what was going on with everything else because every thing was just plain weird! What the hell was with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001191/"&gt;Adam Sandler's&lt;/a&gt; character, and why was Lena so in love with him!?! I just didn't get it! But I did learn 2 things from this movie...never call a sex hot line, and always read the fine print!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7563630383956485037?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7563630383956485037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7563630383956485037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7563630383956485037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7563630383956485037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-movies-in-3-days.html' title='3 movies in 3 days'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6466436094133607029</id><published>2007-04-11T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:59:12.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Cutest desktop ever!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so for a long while I had a picture of my nieces on my desktop. It was cute and all, but I was forgetting about my nephew! So I made this desktop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rh01tTMhWjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QdxX9RG1Lpw/s1600-h/L%26P%26R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rh01tTMhWjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QdxX9RG1Lpw/s200/L%26P%26R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052253409342741042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest desktop ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6466436094133607029?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6466436094133607029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6466436094133607029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6466436094133607029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6466436094133607029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/cutest-desktop-ever.html' title='Cutest desktop ever!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/Rh01tTMhWjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QdxX9RG1Lpw/s72-c/L%26P%26R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5665284627405448774</id><published>2007-04-10T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:37:53.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to make you over!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I love fashion! I may not look like I do, but I do! I know about the latest trends and styles. I know what looks good on people and what does not. I know about hair and make-up...but that's only because I went to beauty school! Yeah yeah yeah...I know I was a beauty school drop out, but I was there for about 600 hours. That's over half the time needed to graduate...so I know a thing of two! I want to help my friends and family members with their fashion dilemas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a new work outfit, but don't know where to start? Don't know what to wear on that hot date? What shoes go with this outfit? Do I need to wear a bra? Too many accessories? What's the right way to wear make-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can answer all these questions and more, if you just ask...I'm here to help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5665284627405448774?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5665284627405448774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5665284627405448774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5665284627405448774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5665284627405448774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-make-you-over.html' title='I want to make you over!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1359422319943472399</id><published>2007-04-04T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:59:06.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>You vote, you decide!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so recently we got a new couch for our living room. The old couch was from the 70's, don't get me wrong, it's a cool couch...just really uncomfortable! Originally we were getting this couch with polka dot fabric, so I made some contrasting pillows to go with it. Well turns out &lt;a href="http://www.decor-rest.com/"&gt;the couch people&lt;/a&gt; were a bunch of dirty whores so we canceled our order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the new year we decided to start couch hunting again. We are smart shoppers, we go to like every store that has furniture to look. We bring a note book and a camera so we can document our findings. Think about it...10 furniture stores, you find 4 pieces you like, in different stores. Do you remember what they all look like, how much they cost, what store they actually came from or the dimensions of the piece...prolly not. That's why we do what we do! So after the fact we can look back in our book and look at the pictures we took, so we remember what it is we actually looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho-The couch we got had pillows, but we didn't really like them, so we decided that I'd make them or we'd buy them...which ever we could find cheap. You say well what happened to the pillows you made for the other couch? Basically the pillows that I made for the previous couch looked nice with the new couch, but there was no contrast. I like contrast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched and searched for pillows and found 2 that I really liked. Only problem is, I don't need both, I only need one. And I don't know which one I like better. So that's when I thought "Lets leave it up to complete strangers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pillow A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RhPEpbBj7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A3P7tIif4tE/s1600-h/Pillow+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RhPEpbBj7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A3P7tIif4tE/s200/Pillow+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049595823120445186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pillow B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RhPEpbBj7xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rO4aZMpNXIs/s1600-h/Pillow+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RhPEpbBj7xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rO4aZMpNXIs/s200/Pillow+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049595823120445202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we get pillow A or pillow B!?! You decide! Please leave a comment in the comment box with which pillow you like best, it would help us out a lot! Please vote soon, these pillows are on sale and I want to make sure I can get the one you vote for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE (4/10/07)-&lt;br /&gt;The votes are in and the winner is...Pillow B! I'd like to thank Joe, Stac and Anonymous for voting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll make sure to post pics when I get them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1359422319943472399?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1359422319943472399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1359422319943472399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1359422319943472399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1359422319943472399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-vote-you-decide.html' title='You vote, you decide!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NqjSQ94CsT0/RhPEpbBj7wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A3P7tIif4tE/s72-c/Pillow+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-3798389225885791930</id><published>2007-03-28T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:49:19.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known: Tuesday (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Yeah so we were on our way home after the cheesecake factory, all was well cause we were going home. Some where just past the last New York toll it sounded like something hit  my car, so we pulled over, and just as we did...the tire blew...CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some time before 8pm, it's cold, windy and getting dark...on the side of the road on the &lt;a href="http://www.massturnpike.com/"&gt;Mass Pike&lt;/a&gt;! The sexy man's trying to loosen the bolts on the tire, man they were tightened well! I'm standing behind him with a pink blanket wrapped around me trying to flash on coming cars into the left lane so we don't get smashed! I called a police officer to come and "help", meaning stay in your warm car with the lights on so cars will be more likely to see us and move around us on the highway. And by the way, we were a little bit away from Lee MA, so that's the state trooper we called. They told me they don't go out that far let me give you the number for the Westfield state troopers. &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp?go=1&amp;amp;do=nw&amp;amp;amp;rmm=1&amp;amp;un=m&amp;amp;cl=EN&amp;amp;ct=NA&amp;amp;rsres=1&amp;amp;1ffi=&amp;amp;amp;1l=&amp;amp;1g=&amp;amp;1pl=&amp;amp;1v=&amp;amp;1n=&amp;amp;2ffi=&amp;amp;2l=&amp;amp;2g=&amp;amp;2pl=&amp;amp;2v=&amp;amp;2n=&amp;amp;1pn=&amp;amp;1a=&amp;amp;1c=Lee+&amp;amp;1s=MA&amp;amp;1z=&amp;amp;amp;2pn=&amp;amp;2a=&amp;amp;2c=Westfield&amp;amp;2s=MA&amp;amp;amp;2z=&amp;amp;r=f"&gt;Do you know where Westfield is in comparison to Lee/the MA border&lt;/a&gt;? (If you zoom out one mark you'll see the MA border) Stupid lazy cop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much just as we were taking the old tire off and putting the new tire on the cop shows up...great timing. A few minutes later we are done and packing the car back up so we can get our asses home. The sexy man goes to thank the cop for atleast showing up, and I go to start the car...CRAP...the car won't start! So I'm yelling to the sexy man "Don't let the cop go, the car won't start!" The cop calls the highway worker who can jump us cause his car has a special battery so he couldn't do it. But atleast he'd stay with us until the jump guy got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sitting in my freezing cold car with my pink blanket over us for about 45 minutes when the jump guy finally showed up! Basically he was like 30 miles away, that's why it took so long. I opened my hood and he tells me that he wants to hear the car crank, so I try to start her up...the damn thing starts! SON OF A BITCH! YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! Like 30 minutes ago while we were sitting in the car I said "Should I try it? I just want to try it to see if it will start, I' m so cold". And if I had just done it it prolly would have started and we could have been on the road 30 minutes earlier! AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jump guy was a little pissed cause he had to come out here for nothing, he was prolly thinking "Stupid woman driver!" Even though I cranked my car like 20 times just to make sure! Oh well, so we were finally on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the first rest stop to get coffee and gas, which sucked cause we couldn't turn our car off...not the best idea in the world. The sexy man got out first, pee'd and got coffee, then while I was peeing and getting coffee he pumped gas. Man did I have to pee! So I'm getting my coffee and all I could think about was I want me some donuts. So I grabbed a bag of chocolate covered mini donuts and we were finally on our way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we got home some where around 10:30pm, now remember we left the cheesecake factory around 6:30/7pm! From that point it's only like an 1 hour and 30 minutes to our house, so it took us 3 and half/4 hours to get home! Man I hope that never happens again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-3798389225885791930?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3798389225885791930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=3798389225885791930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3798389225885791930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/3798389225885791930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-have-known-tuesday-part-2.html' title='I should have known: Tuesday (Part 2)'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-7756287646301235429</id><published>2007-03-21T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:47:51.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known: Tuesday (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Yeah so Tuesday was the craziest day of them all. The sexy man got up some time after 7am and got dressed, I then got up and threw some clothing on so I could go down to sit with him while he ate his breakfast. He left around 9am to go back to RPI so he could interview some kids. I was then left to shower, get dressed, pack the car, check out and find something to do from noon till 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it was cold and damn ass windy! I'm trying to lug our heavy suit case into my trunk...atleast it was a little lighter because all the dirty laundry was in a separate bag. As I'm going to go back into the hotel through the side door, which was right near my car, I didn't have my key...CRAP! So I had to go all the way around the building to the front door and get a new key so I could finish packing. I grabbed one of those wheelie cart things to get the rest of my stuff, I checked out and finish packing the car. CRAP! I already checked out and gave her back my key, so now I have to go all the way back to the front of the hotel to bring back the wheelie cart. I contemplated on driving with the window open and pulling the cart as I drove, but I knew that wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I brought the cart back I hopped into my car. As I drove off I heard a strange noise, but let it go cause it stopped after a little bit. So back down Wolf Rd. one last time. I first went to &lt;a href="http://www.joanns.com/"&gt;Joann's&lt;/a&gt; because we're looking for fabric so I can make pillows for our new couch! We have one near us, but I needed something to do, that and this was the really big one that ROCKS! I found one fabric that looked nice, it was blue with white wavy lines and blue ovals inside the white wavy lines. I'm gonna keep looking though because I saw pillows at &lt;a href="http://www.westelm.com/online/store/HomePage?storeId=17001&amp;amp;catalogId=17002&amp;amp;viewSetCode=E"&gt;West Elm&lt;/a&gt; that I liked even better then that fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done at Joann's I went around the block to &lt;a href="http://www.shopcrossgates.com/default.asp"&gt;the mall&lt;/a&gt;. It's almost my bday and I always get the same gifts from everyone...money, and I always get the same amount. Ok, so if I waited until my bday to shop for clothing everything would be on sale, great! But the problem is I'm a large which is a popular size, so the stuff I like ends up being all picked over. So I always go shopping for my bday around the end of March. This way stuff isn't that picked over and some stuff is still on sale. That and I charge everything on the old piece of plastic, and the stuff that I'm charging won't be due until may 5th, which is the day after my bday! So by then I'll have gotten all my bday $$ to pay off the bill! I'm so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what did I get...well I know I shopped till I dropped, boy were my feet sore! I got &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=5730&amp;amp;pid=469533"&gt;a skirt&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/home.do"&gt;GAP&lt;/a&gt; (But unfortunately I have to return it), a skirt at &lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod82946391&amp;amp;catId=cat170192"&gt;a skirt&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/home.jhtml;jsessionid=HUXQMW0C5OAOYCTFEELRXCQKMUQRMGUG?_requestid=42773"&gt;J.Crew&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.nyandcompany.com/nyco/browse/product_detail_with_picker.jsp?productId=prod80041&amp;amp;categoryId=cat60038"&gt;2 tops&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.nyandcompany.com/nyco/"&gt;New York &amp;amp; Company&lt;/a&gt;. And after I calculate all that if I have any cash left over I'm going back to New York and Co. for this cute polka dot skirt, and Express for this cute silk top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was done at the mall and it was about 4pm, so I headed on over to RPI to pick up the sexy man. I get to RPI and I find the visitor parking, too bad there wasn't any spots! So I had to back all the way down the isle because of the snow and drive back down towards &lt;a href="http://www.rpi.edu/virtual_tour/rensselaer_union.html"&gt;the union&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily I found a spot right in front of the union. CRAP, there's a meter, and I don't think I have any quarters. So I get out of the car and of course you have to use the meter. I look in my wallet...YES...one quarter left, just enough to run inside to pee and get more quarters. I run inside and do my business...ahhhh...much better. Now to find change, only a change machine and I don't have any 1's only 5's...well I guess I'm getting $5 in quarters. So back outside I go to fill the meter, and just in the nick of time. 30 minutes should be good, then back inside to wait for the sexy man. Finally he's done and comes to get me in the union. But before we left we checked out a few things, so more quarters in the meter. The food was eh, but my uncle's window for being in the &lt;a href="http://www.rpi.edu/about/hof/jaffe.html"&gt;hall of fame&lt;/a&gt; was pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were hungry, and I was in the mood for cheesecake we went back to Wolf Rd. for &lt;a href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/"&gt;The Cheesecake Factory&lt;/a&gt;. I got a Green tea smoothie and the&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Farfalle with chicken and roasted garlic. I don't know what the sexy man got for a drink, prolly just a water with lemon, and I believe he got the Louisiana chicken pasta&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then we split a Kahlua cocoa coffee cheesecake, YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that dinner was done we were on our way home...or so we thought....&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-7756287646301235429?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7756287646301235429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=7756287646301235429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7756287646301235429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/7756287646301235429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-have-known-tuesday-morning-and.html' title='I should have known: Tuesday (Part 1)'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1744766611098868993</id><published>2007-03-21T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:46:05.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known: Monday</title><content type='html'>Yeah so monday was a little better, we got up, packed the car and headed over to my grandmothers house. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.macaronigrill.com/Home/Default.aspx"&gt;my sisters restaurant&lt;/a&gt; for lunch since there was a chance we'd get free food. We got the Calamari Fritti for an appetizer, my grandmother got the Shrimp Portofino with extra sauce...man did she get extra sauce, it came in a soup bowl! So of course she took that home so she could make more pasta and top it with the sauce. The sexy man got the Chicken Sorrentino and I got a soup &amp;amp; salad...Tomato Basil &amp;amp; Cheese Tortellini, and Parmesan-Crusted Chicken. Man oh man was that shit yummy! And surprisingly enough I was actually hungry after the &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-have-know-weekend.html"&gt;Old Country Buffet incident&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The check came and Mel was like "you got the in house discount" or something, basically she gave us her discount so the bill went from $44 something to $27 something. Just as we were about to pay my sister walks in and of course goes over to "chicken", her boss, to say "Oh my grandmother, sister and her husband are here." Basically you like me so pay for my family's meal! Cause a few seconds later over comes "chicken" to say hi and she's telling Mel that the bill is on her. So now the bill is $0! Wo-who! We still tipped on what the bill was, but the sexy man just gave Mel a $20 cause either way he's still coming out on top. So that's what, a 40 some odd % tip!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went back to my grandmothers house for a little while, then trucked on over to &lt;a href="http://homewoodsuites.hilton.com/en/hw/hotels/index.jhtml;jsessionid=Y0LIZTW40AI4OCSGBIVMVCQKIYFC3UUC?ctyhocn=ALBHWHW&amp;amp;ctyhocn=ALBHWHW"&gt;the hotel&lt;/a&gt; to check in so the sexy man could prep for his presentation at RPI. After he left I called up Joe and he came on out to the hotel. There was a complementary dinner from 5-7:30pm, so of course we were gonna get food there. We weren't very hungry at the time, but I had to go to &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; to get some things so we drove all the way down &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?q=Wolf+Rd,+Colonie,+NY&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=map&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;Wolf Rd.&lt;/a&gt; to Target. Then we drove all the way back down Wolf Rd. to eat some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best meal in the world but it was pretty tasty. They had wine, soda and tea, along with bread sticks, and vegetarian and meat lasagnas. After dinner we drove down Wolf Rd. again to go to &lt;a href="http://www.bjs.com/"&gt;BJ's&lt;/a&gt; cause Joe said he wanted these alcohol filled chocolate bottles, and the only place he knew they were was at BJ's. We searched BJ's, they were no where to be found, but they had an alcohol center so we had to go in there. And we also got some &lt;a href="http://www.dippindots.com/home.html"&gt;dippin' dots&lt;/a&gt;, they rock! Then we drove all the way back down Wolf Rd. so Joe could drop me off at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the desk clerk person at the hotel thought I was a prostitute or that I was cheating on my husband. I don't look slutty or nothing, but I came in with one guy and we went up to the room. A little while later he left, then Joe came over and I was seen eating dinner with him, going up to the room and leaving with him. Then after he left the first guy came back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Joe left and the sexy man came back from his presentation we ordered food from &lt;a href="http://www.redlobster.com/homeflash.asp"&gt;Red Lobster&lt;/a&gt; because the hotel didn't do room service...that's weird. Anywho-it was going to be awhile before dinner was going to be ready so we drove back down Wolf Rd. to &lt;a href="http://www.staples.com/"&gt;Staples&lt;/a&gt; to drop off a package that we needed to return. Then we drove all the way back down Wolf Rd. to pick up our food at Red Lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then sat in our room, ate our food and just relaxed for the rest of the night. Even though I didn't get a very good night sleep because I had the wrong pillow and it was way too damn warm in the room...I don't even know where I was going with that! All I know is I was tired and didn't get to go swimming because of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1744766611098868993?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1744766611098868993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1744766611098868993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1744766611098868993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1744766611098868993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-have-known-monday.html' title='I should have known: Monday'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5494781739664352490</id><published>2007-03-21T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:44:02.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known: The weekend</title><content type='html'>Yeah so always trust your instincts, when they tell you something doesn't seem right, try and figure out what that is before you go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started out with a bang, the sexy man was supposed to do college recruiting at &lt;a href="http://www.rpi.edu/"&gt;RPI&lt;/a&gt; in Troy NY. The actual recruiting wasn't until monday and tuesday so since my rents live in the area we decided to go and visit them for the weekend. The plan was to leave on saturday and stay over till monday morning, then head on over to the hotel that his work was paying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you know, after all those 50 degree days and the snow being 95% melted...it's going to snow, BIG TIME! And of course it's supposed to snow the day before into the day we were planning to leave! Well my parents did get a lot of snow and we got a little bit, but atleast it stopped early saturday morning so we were able to leave when we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to my parents house, we unpack a little then head off to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.capitalregionscw.com/sections/restuarants/static/?cid=Koto+Japanese+Steakhouse"&gt;Koto&lt;/a&gt;! Their food is outstanding, so if you're ever in the &lt;a href="http://www.albanyny.org/"&gt;Albany NY&lt;/a&gt; area...go there! After dinner we headed back to my grandmothers house and we watched some old reel to reel video of my family from back in the day. After that we headed back to my parents house, I called a bunch of my friends to see what was going on. Well since we told them that we were not coming until sunday because of the snow, they made other plans...which was fine cause we were tired anyways. So we made plans to have dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.buffet.com/"&gt;Old Country Buffet&lt;/a&gt; on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we slept in and I gabbed with my mother for like 3 hours. After that we told Joe that we were going to Clifton Park to shop for stuff, and asked if he wanted to come along. So on the drive up we're like, "Oh yeah by the way, we're going to Clifton Park to shop for bras!", but he didn't care too much. (The new &lt;a href="http://www2.jcpenney.com/jcp/SpecialtySiteB.aspx?deptid=40379&amp;amp;catid=45366&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cattyp=BRD&amp;amp;cat=ambrielle&amp;amp;dep=Lingerie&amp;amp;pcatid=&amp;amp;pcat=&amp;amp;shopby=45366&amp;amp;refpage=SpecialtySite&amp;amp;ttyp=B&amp;amp;cmAMS_T=U3&amp;amp;cmAMS_C=C9&amp;amp;CmCatId=EXTERNAL%7C40381"&gt;Ambrielle collection&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www2.jcpenney.com/jcp/default.aspx"&gt;JCPenny&lt;/a&gt; SUCKS!!) So we did that, then swung back back home to pick up Joe's sister Emily, then we headed off to get food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man did I stuff my face! I was full up to my boobs! I started off with a taco bowl, then had some mac &amp;amp; cheese, corn bread, candied sweet potatoes, and some other good stuff. Then I had a chocolate brownie and a piece of chocolate cake. After that I had some hot fudge brownie cake topped with chocolate ice cream and oreo pieces. I'm not quite sure if I had more food then that, but how full I was, I'm sure I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed on over to my friend Cindy's house. She and her man Doug were putting together her new buffet. Man I was soooo full, it hurt to move! The only problem was I was soooo thirsty from all that salty crap, so I wanted something to drink, which made me more full! Finally about 4 hours later I felt less full, and I never wanted to eat again, the problem was we were going out to lunch with my grandmother the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5494781739664352490?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5494781739664352490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5494781739664352490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5494781739664352490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5494781739664352490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-should-have-know-weekend.html' title='I should have known: The weekend'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-1574758275440232087</id><published>2007-03-14T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:53:37.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real or Fake</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I taped &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/"&gt;Good Morning America&lt;/a&gt; this morning so I could see what they had to say about this&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=2949887"&gt; pollen superburst&lt;/a&gt;. I always skim through the entire recording just incase there's something else I my be interested in. Well I stopped on this story about &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/Consumer/story?id=2949776&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;faux fur&lt;/a&gt;, some company's are lying about the fur they put on their winter coats. They say it's raccoon fur or faux fur when it is really dog fur! What the hell is wrong with people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fur is not my taste, but there is nothing wrong with wearing fur, as long as it's fake. But now with this new discovery it makes it harder for people to really know because the tag could be wrong! They said one way you could possibly tell was to actually look at and feel the fur. Real animal hair will be soft and if you pull it back to the root you'll see what looks like animal skin. Where with fake fur it's not as soft and if you pull it back to the root you should see a webbing or netting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these company's need to stop lying first of all, and second of all, they just need to stop using real fur!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-1574758275440232087?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1574758275440232087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=1574758275440232087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1574758275440232087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/1574758275440232087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/real-or-fake.html' title='Real or Fake'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-6150384250639986098</id><published>2007-03-11T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:26:45.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I recently found out that the &lt;a href="http://www.gapinc.com/public/index.shtml"&gt;GAP INC.&lt;/a&gt; company owns yet another store, &lt;a href="http://www.forthandtowne.com/#0.1"&gt;Forth &amp; Towne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They have some really nice clothing, it's like a combo of &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/home.do"&gt;GAP&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/browse/home.do"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/a&gt;. So I was browsing their web page and came across this great little poem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE BELIEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution has begun.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take back fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic is no longer unattainable,&lt;br /&gt;now it's within your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic is no longer a photograph in a magazine,&lt;br /&gt;it's in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand that women are not&lt;br /&gt;labels or mannequins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe chic is definitely not for little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe every time you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;chic looks right back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because chic comes from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;not your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because chic is born&lt;br /&gt;not made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic is an undeniable, unforgettable, unrestrained,&lt;br /&gt;fabulous 40, or a 50, or a 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what,&lt;br /&gt;chic definitely gets better with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GET READY, GET CHIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems this store is more oriented for people in their 40's, 50's and 60's, but the pieces are so great there's no reason why you couldn't shop there if you like the clothing. But either way it seems like they have a great mind set towards women and their clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-6150384250639986098?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6150384250639986098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=6150384250639986098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6150384250639986098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/6150384250639986098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-believe.html' title='WE BELIEVE'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-5157382529161239482</id><published>2007-02-14T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:57:33.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>I wish everyone was as smart as me!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so there is this company called &lt;a href="http://www.methodhome.com/"&gt;Method&lt;/a&gt;, and they have a ton of products out there that are non-toxic and biodegradable. They also have recyclable packaging and are not tested on animals! The company has been around since 2001 and in just a few short years they have almost every product you need to clean your home...except one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back I wrote about &lt;a href="http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/damn-lazy-people.html"&gt;Swiffer&lt;/a&gt;, I really think it's a good idea, it's just the fact that you throw away a cloth every time you clean...such waste! Well being into method I wished they'd come out with an idea like that cause I know it would be totally awesome! Well it's finally here...I'm so excited I could just wet myself! Anywho-it's called the &lt;a href="http://www.methodhome.com/products/omop.php"&gt;omop&lt;/a&gt;, and I can't wait to get me one! They have one for all floors and one for wood floors. They have these sweep pads that are compostable because they're derived from corn, yes corn! And they also have a washable microfiber mop head, it's too wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone in america rushes out and gets one today! But save atleast one for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-5157382529161239482?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5157382529161239482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=5157382529161239482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5157382529161239482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/5157382529161239482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-everyone-was-as-smart-as-me.html' title='I wish everyone was as smart as me!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116303772807735683</id><published>2006-11-08T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:57:15.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO!</title><content type='html'>If you have any love for animals you will watch this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be warned that this video is very graphic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-S-FeR0YwY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-S-FeR0YwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spay and neuter your pets! Keep them safe and warm inside! And make sure your pets are wearing a collar with a tag on it, that has the correct info on it so if your pet gets lost they can get back to you safe and sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE PASS THIS VIDEO ON TO ANYONE YOU KNOW WHO LOVES ANIMALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116303772807735683?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116303772807735683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116303772807735683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116303772807735683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116303772807735683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-watch-this-video.html' title='PLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116205358071573529</id><published>2006-10-28T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:56:38.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Mom jeans</title><content type='html'>Yeah so every now and again I flip through clothing web pages to see what's out there. Well I was on Gap.com and saw these jeans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Gap%20jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Gap%20jeans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reverse fit: Sits just above the waist, full through the hip and thigh, tapered leg opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key phrase is "sits ABOVE the waist", that and it has a tapered leg! Only tall, really skinny people with no curves should wear tapered leg jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was GAP thinking!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116205358071573529?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116205358071573529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116205358071573529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116205358071573529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116205358071573529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/mom-jeans.html' title='Mom jeans'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116197298107649606</id><published>2006-10-27T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:56:25.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Ok....</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my friend Joe Studd finds all these very interesting videos on the internet. I really hope this one is true, cause it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1715915" quality="best" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to click on the box in order for it to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are having problems go &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1715915"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116197298107649606?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116197298107649606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116197298107649606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116197298107649606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116197298107649606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title='Ok....'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116157373547151142</id><published>2006-10-22T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:02:08.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceiling fan to the eye!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my husband is the adventurous type....&lt;br /&gt;He likes to stand on beds while the ceiling fans are going....&lt;br /&gt;Then he falls down because they hit him in the eye....&lt;br /&gt;And dust flies everywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is why you don't stand on beds that have ceiling fans over them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116157373547151142?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116157373547151142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116157373547151142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116157373547151142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116157373547151142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/ceiling-fan-to-eye.html' title='Ceiling fan to the eye!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116127375141226485</id><published>2006-10-19T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:56:13.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>New fall shows</title><content type='html'>Yeah so every fall I write up a little map of the prime time shows I watch so I know which tivo to record them on. Well it's been a few weeks and some of the shows have been good, and some of the shows have kinda sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off let me start with moved and later viewed shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hates Chris is on the new &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/"&gt;CW&lt;/a&gt; and has moved from Sunday at 7pm to Monday at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Runaway which is a new show on the CW has also moved, from Monday at 9pm to Sunday at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of the &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/home.htm"&gt;Fox&lt;/a&gt; shows will restart up come November...Simpsons, Family Guy, War at home, Til' death and Happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Medium/"&gt;Medium&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt; has been moved from Monday at 10pm to Sunday at 10pm and will be starting after baseball or football...one of those sports! And I've just found out that it's been moved AGAIN! Medium will NOW be on Wednesday at 10pm starting November 15th.&lt;br /&gt;The Class, and How I met your mother on &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/"&gt;CBS&lt;/a&gt; have been switched. The Class was on at 8pm on Mondays, now it's on at 8:30pm on Mondays. And How I met your mother was on at 8:30pm on Mondays, now it's on at 8pm on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;The Kings of prosperity on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt; has been changed to &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/schedule/2006-07/letsrob.html"&gt;The Knights of prosperity&lt;/a&gt;. This show was supposed to start Tuesday 10/17 at 9pm, but now it starts...possibly January 2007. Basically it was pushed back due to extra Dancing with the stars shows, then it was shelved because ABC has some other show in the works, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/schedule/2006-07/bigday.html"&gt;Big Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/smith/"&gt;Smith&lt;/a&gt;, Tuesday at 10pm on CBS has dissapeared, I believe it has been canceled. I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000501/"&gt;Ray Liotta&lt;/a&gt; so that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Veronica Mars, and Supernatural are still on the same nights and times, they've just been moved to the new CW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good and the bad of the NEW shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Class&lt;/span&gt;...this show started off kinda weird. Everyone getting together from the 3rd grade class...now that they're 30 something..OK! But it actually turned into a really good show. It's funny, but not in a stupid kinda way, and there is a really good story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;...this show is really good. There is so much they can do with it and every week you're like "WOA!" and you want to know what's going to happen, but of course you have to wait till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runaway&lt;/span&gt;...this show started off kinda slow, you wanted to know what was going on. Well now you know, and you know that there's some crazy shit going down! You know he didn't kill this woman, but you want to know who done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me help you&lt;/span&gt;...this is a crazy little show. I'm not to fond of Ted Danson, but the show is really cute. These people all have problems so they're going to group theropy, well on the flip side the therapist has his own problems and shouldn't be telling them anything! It's a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jericho&lt;/span&gt;...man o man, this show ROCKS! This is one of the best shows out there today! Last year Veronica Mars would have been my top pick, but this year...Jericho is looking like my #1 pick! Several nuclear bombs went off around the US and Jericho is a small town that is left to deal with what's going on. No power, food, water...and on top of that, some creapy guy that in the begining seemed helpfull, but now...I don't think so! He's up to something, I don't know what, but I really want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 Good years&lt;/span&gt; just started last week and I have yet to see this weeks episodes. But so far they look good. 20 good years looks really good! I couldn't stop laughing it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nine&lt;/span&gt;...not too sure about this one. It has the potential to be a good show, but I dont' think they're leading it that way. It's moving way too slow and I think people are going to get board and annoyed! I know I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;...this show is too cute! I am some what of a stylish person and know better then to be in a work place like that. But bless her heart, she tries...you just cringe, but it makes the show even funnier! That and there is this crazy story line...it's like Alias for fashionable people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Til' Death,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy Hour&lt;/span&gt;...I think they're both cute shows. But they really don't have good story lines and I have no clue what they could possibly do to keep both shows going. So all and all...these 2 shows SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Degrees&lt;/span&gt;...this show is really good! It's how any six people could possibly know or run into each other. It has potential, I just hope they keep mixin it up so it stays around! Cause any one who lives in NYC and has an interesting life, knows that this show is possible and that there are endless possibilities for a story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I don't watch every show on TV, so these are just the shows I watch. If you want to know more info about a show NOT mentioned check the stations web page.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116127375141226485?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116127375141226485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116127375141226485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116127375141226485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116127375141226485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-fall-shows.html' title='New fall shows'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-116127355662936670</id><published>2006-10-19T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:02:08.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh blah for fall</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I love color and pattern and anything bright! Well I have to say that I'm not really too fond of the new fall look. It's black, chocolate brown, beige, grey, and blah greens, reds and blues. What the hell! I know fall is supposed to be darker colors then spring and summer, but come on! These colors make me want to puke! I'm glad I don't have the cash to go shopping this fall cause man oh man, I would fall alseep! I love to shop, but this is not my idea of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-116127355662936670?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116127355662936670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=116127355662936670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116127355662936670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/116127355662936670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/bleh-blah-for-fall.html' title='Bleh blah for fall'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115897433490621612</id><published>2006-09-22T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:55:35.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Kick ass shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so yesterday and today I was looking online for a pair of chocolate suede boots for my anniversary...3 years is leather baby! Anywho-I came across this line &lt;a href="http://www.irregularchoice.co.uk/home.htm"&gt;Irregular Choice&lt;/a&gt;...they rock! Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Traveling%20Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Traveling%20Light.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Elipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Elipse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Mars%20Attack%203082-3%20D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Mars%20Attack%203082-3%20D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Pin%20up%20chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Pin%20up%20chick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Pin%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Pin%20up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Sporty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Sporty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that they're so expensive, but they still rock! And if I ever become rich I am so gonna buy them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot....go to zappos.com and check out some of these shoes, especially the bottoms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115897433490621612?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115897433490621612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115897433490621612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115897433490621612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115897433490621612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/kick-ass-shoes.html' title='Kick ass shoes!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115869946284303194</id><published>2006-09-21T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:55:23.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>It's that time again!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so a week and a half ago I went to the dentist. The last time I went I didn't get a before picture, but this time I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Before.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Before.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/After.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/After.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dental hygienist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115869946284303194?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115869946284303194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115869946284303194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115869946284303194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115869946284303194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115869780904876082</id><published>2006-09-21T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:55:17.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Almost a baby shower</title><content type='html'>Yeah so labor day weekend we went down to Long Island for my sister-in-laws baby shower, even though it was canceled. We hung out at Angela and Ben's house and took crazy mad pics of our cute little nephew and the other happenings. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Ryan%27s%20just%20too%20cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Ryan%27s%20just%20too%20cute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Ryan%20and%20grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Ryan%20and%20grandma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Ryan%20on%20the%20floor%20looking%20cute%20as%20always.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Ryan%20on%20the%20floor%20looking%20cute%20as%20always.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Ryan%20trying%20to%20take%20Ang%27s%20face%20off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Ryan%20trying%20to%20take%20Ang%27s%20face%20off.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Cause%20it%27s%20a%20poop%20deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Cause%20it%27s%20a%20poop%20deck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Mmmm...chicken%20wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Mmmm...chicken%20wings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Cute%20little%20Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Cute%20little%20Ryan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Toby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Toby.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115869780904876082?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115869780904876082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115869780904876082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115869780904876082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115869780904876082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/almost-baby-shower.html' title='Almost a baby shower'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115748110237428052</id><published>2006-09-05T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:55:08.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN'/><title type='text'>We are our own worst enemy!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I just finished watching that 20/20 specail: &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=2319986"&gt;Last Days on Earth&lt;/a&gt;. That's some scary shit! We all need to change our lives, start thinking and be less lazy. We need to save ourselves, from ourselves. We all need to realize that one person CAN make a difference. That one person can show others there is a way to change the earth for the better. And if more then one person tries to make a difference, then there will be more people realizing the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the changes that are happening on planet earth, I see how it goes way beyond just recycling. Here are some things that I think will help slow down the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.adoption.com/"&gt;Adoption&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I think that people should only be able to have 1 child by birth, if you want any more, adopt! We will still be making more people, just at a slower rate. People who want their own children will still be able to have that, and the children that are out their with out a family could now have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.epa.gov/msw/reduce.htm"&gt;Reduce, Reuse and Recycle&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;We all know this one, and should be doing it! But unfortunately there are SO many people that "Don't have the time" or "Just don't care", to me that just says "YOU'RE LAZY!" We need to care, and we need to find the time. Without recycling we are just adding more and more waste to our planet! Do you want to be living in garbage!?! I didn't think so! Hey, you can even have your children help out, that makes less work for you, and you're teaching your children something really important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.valleymetro.org/Rideshare3/5Bike/Index.html"&gt;Walk or Bike&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around, how far away is everything from you!?! Need to go to the market to pick up some milk and eggs? And the market is right around the corner...what do you do...drive...NO! Walk or bike! If it's a nice day out, walk or ride your bike to the local store. You'll be better for it...you'll save gas (and money), you'll be getting some exercise and you'll be saving the planet a little at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.valleymetro.org/Rideshare3/6carpool/index.html"&gt;Carpool&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The people you live with, do you all work in the same area? The people you work with, do they live on your way to work? If so, carpool! 1 car driving down the road istead of 2 or 4 is much better, and everyone can spend less on gas! Say you live the furthest away, so you're the one who drives the &lt;a href="http://www.carpoolconnect.com/"&gt;carpool&lt;/a&gt;. You work M-F and spend $35 a week on gas. If you car pool with 3 other people (that's 4 people in the car), take $35 and divide it by 4...everyone will pay $8.75 a week on gas! That's a saving for everyone! And if the people you live with work in the same area as you, you can always just switch up every week. So if you have 3 people to car pool with (that's 4 people in the car), you'll be the driver once a month, so that's $35 a month you'll be spending on gas! Isn't that great! (Look online to find out more about carpooling in your area!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.wateruseitwisely.com/100ways/ne.shtml"&gt;Water&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Most people when they wash dishes they keep the water running, well I say get one of &lt;a href="http://plumbing.hardwarestore.com/51-286-faucet-aerators-adapters/superspray-swivel-aerator-117630.aspx"&gt;these babies&lt;/a&gt; and you'll save some water while you do the dishes! And I'm sure they have something like that &lt;a href="http://plumbing.hardwarestore.com/51-290-shower-heads/adjustable-shower-head-with-on-and-off-603321.aspx"&gt;for the shower&lt;/a&gt;. So while you're sudsing up your hair or body you can turn the water off without losing your temperature. And if you like the shower head you already have, try &lt;a href="http://plumbing.hardwarestore.com/51-290-shower-head-parts-and-access/shower-head-water-flow-control-610841.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.energyquest.ca.gov/saving_energy/index.html"&gt;Energy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;It's not just California that has a problem, it's all over the world. Use &lt;a href="http://www.ftc.gov/bcp/conline/pubs/products/ffclight.htm"&gt;energy efficient bulbs&lt;/a&gt;, and make sure you turn out your lights when you leave the house, or the room. Do you really need the living room light on when you're not home or asleep? I didn't think so. If you're thinking security, get a timer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.renewus.org/index.html"&gt;Thinking and Doing&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of new ways to save energy, water...anything that we may need some day, that if we don't find a way to save now, we'll lose forever! &lt;a href="http://www.third-sun.com/products.html"&gt;Wind and solar power&lt;/a&gt; is the key! Right now it's really expensive, but if we just use our brains we can find a way to make it more affordable. We also need to find a way to make our &lt;a href="http://www.fueleconomy.gov/"&gt;more efficient cars more affordable, and efficient fuels more available&lt;/a&gt;. People just need to think more about the environment, and do more for the environment. We can still live normal lives, just live more smarter lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115748110237428052?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115748110237428052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115748110237428052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115748110237428052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115748110237428052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-are-our-own-worst-enemy.html' title='We are our own worst enemy!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115686445065405351</id><published>2006-08-29T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:02:07.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but that!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I've noticed that someone is trying to bring back the vest.  &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/home.jhtml?_requestid=31396"&gt;J.Crew&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/home.do"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/a&gt; both are selling vests, and who knows who else! It was a trend back in the 80's that I'm still trying to forget, so why are they trying to bring back the vest!?! It was a bad idea then, and it's a bad idea now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115686445065405351?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115686445065405351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115686445065405351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115686445065405351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115686445065405351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/anything-but-that.html' title='Anything but that!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115669170027447341</id><published>2006-08-27T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:54:08.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Do not try this at home!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so yesterday we were at the Buckland Hills Mall in Manchester CT. We stuffed ourselves silly at dinner so we decided to do a once over of the mall to walk off some of the EH! Coming around the home stretch we see a dollar store, so of course we go in cause dollar stores ROCK! Anywho-We're looking around and I see fake hair on a clip, YES! This is always fun, nasty, but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Bad%20hair%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Bad%20hair%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Bad%20hair%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Bad%20hair%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look beautiful!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115669170027447341?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115669170027447341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115669170027447341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115669170027447341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115669170027447341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-not-try-this-at-home.html' title='Do not try this at home!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115660598975848195</id><published>2006-08-26T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:54:02.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><title type='text'>Another trend....</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I always see these tiny strap tank tops, and they piss me off sooo much because I can't wear them! I am a 38 DD, I have to wear a bra and with those types of tanks my bra shows and looks stupid. So I came up with an idea for us larger breasted ladies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put one of those tiny strap tanks over a normal tank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Skinny%20strap%20tank%20over%20normal%20tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Skinny%20strap%20tank%20over%20normal%20tank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try it out, see what you think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115660598975848195?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115660598975848195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115660598975848195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115660598975848195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115660598975848195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-trend.html' title='Another trend....'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980687.post-115659880464660523</id><published>2006-08-26T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:53:54.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits'/><title type='text'>Fashion forward!?!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so a while back I had this idea to start a trend. I was going to take one of those casual summer dresses that are strapless and put it over a tank top, like the kind you'd buy at &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/home.do?cid=5151"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sketch that I drew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Tank%20with%20strapless%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Tank%20with%20strapless%20dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a better idea (You could use either tank, or use them both for a layered look):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Pink%20tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Pink%20tank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Blue%20tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Blue%20tank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Strapless%20dress.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/200/Strapless%20dress.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried it out and it just didn't look right, my boobs were just way to HUGE! So I forgot about starting my trend and went on with my life. Well with in the past month I saw some girl wearing my idea!!! Holy shit!!! And it looked sooo cute...it was definately the boobs. She was a small little petite thing. So if you're tiny, I suggest you try this style out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980687-115659880464660523?l=glittorgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115659880464660523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16980687&amp;postID=115659880464660523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115659880464660523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16980687/posts/default/115659880464660523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittorgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/fashion-forward.html' title='Fashion forward!?!'/><author><name>glittorgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10208518312602939528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1609/1626/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
