<?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-8385757207384111623</id><updated>2012-01-22T14:37:52.532-05:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Spring break'/><category term='college'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>C'est la vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8266486314909659379</id><published>2012-01-22T13:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:37:52.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me</title><content type='html'>Wow. I cannot believe it has been this long since i've posted to my blog. Well there are a couple of new things that i have to tell you all. First, I ,moved into my first apartment. Yay me!!! Second, I have a great new job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics of my new place. I have the necessities so far, but i still need a few decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCw4WGbr_ZA/TxxitsEbZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iz9kMRKoJ1k/s1600/mail.google.com2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCw4WGbr_ZA/TxxitsEbZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iz9kMRKoJ1k/s320/mail.google.com2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700539765407573010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to put something in my kitchen, but i don't know what would work. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofuOgp29Ok4/Txxh7NL-qLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O2XscMJt8-o/s1600/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofuOgp29Ok4/Txxh7NL-qLI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O2XscMJt8-o/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700538898124286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Linden Street sofa i got from JCpenny (one of my favorite stores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5xR6AjjX44/Txxh2B89ncI/AAAAAAAAAhw/EscIEwb2mFY/s1600/mail.google.com3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFkZSrw1Z2Y/Txxk1CPqt9I/AAAAAAAAAig/_R5nbWbyons/s1600/room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFkZSrw1Z2Y/Txxk1CPqt9I/AAAAAAAAAig/_R5nbWbyons/s320/room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700542090642634706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite thing of all, my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving into my apartment i have been doing a lot of cooking. One of my first endeavors was a spinach-feta quiche, which i took to work for a maternity- leave going away party for one of my coworkers.  Surprisingly (well not really cause i'm an excellent cook if i must say so myself), it was a huge hit. Everyone asked me for the recipe and asked me when i was going to make one again.  I don't think i'll be making another one for work, but i will make one again for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm listening to now. Florence and the Machine Ceremonials album. Love it!!! I jam to this on the way to work in the morning. ( I have an hour commute both ways so i get to enjoy the whole album.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8266486314909659379?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8266486314909659379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8266486314909659379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8266486314909659379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8266486314909659379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New Me'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCw4WGbr_ZA/TxxitsEbZBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/iz9kMRKoJ1k/s72-c/mail.google.com2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-9222832896728488706</id><published>2010-10-31T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:48:34.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/TM4p7L7zB2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FxFRw3yPkjc/s1600/biological-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/TM4p7L7zB2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FxFRw3yPkjc/s320/biological-clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534407088877537122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've caught the baby bug. No, i'm not pregnant,but i do find that when i see pregnant women or women with little kids i get a little tinge of jealousy or i'll catch myself dreaming about what my nursery theme will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-9222832896728488706?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/9222832896728488706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=9222832896728488706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9222832896728488706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9222832896728488706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-bug.html' title='Baby Bug'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/TM4p7L7zB2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FxFRw3yPkjc/s72-c/biological-clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1225537022124452579</id><published>2010-09-26T20:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:34:32.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, looks like my blog needs a makeover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1225537022124452579?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1225537022124452579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1225537022124452579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1225537022124452579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1225537022124452579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm-looks-like-my-blog-needs-makeover.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1695331036516608875</id><published>2010-04-27T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:04:04.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S97lenJb0xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KrpGquJgJxQ/s1600/fried-chicken-ck-1536720-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S97lenJb0xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KrpGquJgJxQ/s320/fried-chicken-ck-1536720-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467059311741752082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/ck/06/10/fried-chicken-ck-1536720-l.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://dwinger.wordpress.com/2008/06/24/fried-chicken-and-canasta/&amp;amp;usg=__0MmvZSy3ncpbix4YWYTMe3s1XCg=&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=19&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=27&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ff0LX8CG1QFiJM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchicken,mashed%2Bpotatoes%2Band%2Bgravy%26start%3D18%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26ndsp%3D18%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my pots and pans have started to collect cobwebs and dust lately, I decided to cook a home cooked meal today I cooked some yummy chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, some kind of little green peas and garlic bread. mmm. It was delicious. For dessert i had Reese's ice cream. Bad Live, Laugh, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. Today, i bought six bags of  flamin hot popcorn. Caress the Fro is right. It is addictive. They should start selling big bags or maybe trash bag sized portions. Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1695331036516608875?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1695331036516608875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1695331036516608875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1695331036516608875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1695331036516608875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-my-pots-and-pans-have-started-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S97lenJb0xI/AAAAAAAAAgw/KrpGquJgJxQ/s72-c/fried-chicken-ck-1536720-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3665055802061590707</id><published>2010-04-26T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:48:49.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S9ZeLMMlnAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IJbWrvnlgKA/s1600/Chesters-FH-Popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S9ZeLMMlnAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IJbWrvnlgKA/s320/Chesters-FH-Popcorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464658744206269442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this new obsession.... Chester's Flamin' Hot Popcorn, which is strange because i don't even like popcorn. It's sooo good i can eat three bags a day. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Kick Ass this past weekend with my bestie. It was OK. However, I don't see how it rated 8.5  out of 10 stars. My bestie said it made her feel weird. She didn't like seeing a thirteen year old girl beaten up by adults or swearing like a sailor. I didn't either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3665055802061590707?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3665055802061590707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3665055802061590707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3665055802061590707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3665055802061590707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-this-new-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S9ZeLMMlnAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IJbWrvnlgKA/s72-c/Chesters-FH-Popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6993205076324615467</id><published>2010-04-14T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:23:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in Threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-me-in-threes.html"&gt;about  me in three(s)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this from &lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot"&gt;Chapters of Our Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cake (my nickname in college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Shayla Wayla (my daddy calls me that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three jobs I  have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daycare Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Retail again (currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quebec City, Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Georgia so i'll probably always live here (currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three favorite drinks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grape Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Grapefruit Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three  TV shows I watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ANTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tori &amp;amp; Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Real Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quebec,Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I  would like to visit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Canada-I've already been,but i want to go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three  people who text me regularly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Nobody :( I don't have texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three  favorite old TV shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saved By The Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Golden Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three favorite dishes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chips with Salsa and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;i have a million favorites, food is just simply  my favorite ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three makeup products I cannot  live without:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lip Balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Concealer- I get dark spots from acne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Getting married to my sugar bear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buying my own house and car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6993205076324615467?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6993205076324615467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6993205076324615467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6993205076324615467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6993205076324615467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-in-threes.html' title='Me in Threes'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8453901868286856626</id><published>2010-04-14T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:56:41.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S8ZkNMzr08I/AAAAAAAAAgY/TrPshPXsJJc/s1600/im-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S8ZkNMzr08I/AAAAAAAAAgY/TrPshPXsJJc/s320/im-back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460161776172389314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been neglecting my blog lately,but so much has been going on.  I've been a little stressed out and busy lately. Moving along, i have  finally started to look at wedding stuff, which has been pretty exciting. However, my family has started to put its two cents in too, which isn't so great.I can see myself turning into a Bridezilla in no time if they keep it up ;)&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shayla/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shayla/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8453901868286856626?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8453901868286856626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8453901868286856626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8453901868286856626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8453901868286856626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-ive-been-neglecting-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S8ZkNMzr08I/AAAAAAAAAgY/TrPshPXsJJc/s72-c/im-back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6753845796881158496</id><published>2010-02-12T12:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:39:49.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3WSUSJAelI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lwG1Y_c9PZ0/s1600-h/snow2009001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3WSUSJAelI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lwG1Y_c9PZ0/s320/snow2009001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437413002284399186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, guess what i saw when i looked out of the window. . Nothing. No snow. No flurries.  No Jack Frost nipping at somebody's nose. What happened to the promise of snow Mr. Weatherman?  Last night, a bulletin went out that most of the  public schools in Georgia would be closed today because "a snow's a comin''  so of course i thought it was a comin'.  Now, I'm kinda dissapointed. I've only seen snow maybe four times my entire life so  just the thought of a couple of flurries is enough to get me a little excited. No, i don't want to live up North or in Canada during the winter because they have blizzards ,but a little bit of snow every now and again would be nice. Hmm, maybe it'll come later on today and i won't have to go to work...Just a little wishful thinking. The picture above is of rare Georgia snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6753845796881158496?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6753845796881158496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6753845796881158496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6753845796881158496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6753845796881158496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-woke-up-this-morning-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3WSUSJAelI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lwG1Y_c9PZ0/s72-c/snow2009001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7091547791434157307</id><published>2010-02-08T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:22:42.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3AraACtSmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nP6ptvMjKWA/s1600-h/The-Lovely-Bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3AraACtSmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nP6ptvMjKWA/s320/The-Lovely-Bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435892475924138594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take  little break from romance novels and try something different.  This weekend, i decided to read the book The Lovely Bones just to see what all the hype was about.  Sadly, i was left dissappointed. Like many other readers, i was left feeling cheated.   The book wasn't about the murder of a young girl and the race against time to catch him, as the movie previews liked to make us think. Instead, it was a sappy-made for Lifetime- book that didn't have any real direction. It started out promising enough,but soon turned boring. I had to force myself to finish it. Overall, i wouldn't advise you to waste your time with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7091547791434157307?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7091547791434157307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7091547791434157307&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7091547791434157307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7091547791434157307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-decided-to-take-little-break-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S3AraACtSmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/nP6ptvMjKWA/s72-c/The-Lovely-Bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7446019060998762423</id><published>2010-01-31T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:58:31.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2W8TxuOj9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v5jHMcI1PAo/s1600-h/dish-EDYS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2W8TxuOj9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v5jHMcI1PAo/s320/dish-EDYS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432955573443137490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm i have a hankering for some peanut butter cookies or some Scooby Doo ice cream with the peanut butter bones. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after work, my coworker and I had a bit of a fright. It was after work/business hours,but there was a car still  left in the parking lot. We started wondering if somebody was waiting for us to come outside when we left work. Thankfully, when we closed no one jumped out from behind the bushes or anything. Guess the car broke down or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7446019060998762423?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7446019060998762423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7446019060998762423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7446019060998762423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7446019060998762423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/mmm-i-have-hankering-for-some-peanut.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2W8TxuOj9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v5jHMcI1PAo/s72-c/dish-EDYS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4098118797945954970</id><published>2010-01-29T10:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:20:38.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2L6d_9d31I/AAAAAAAAAfI/6ZQ_OqaWls0/s1600-h/working-woman-retail-420-420x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2L6d_9d31I/AAAAAAAAAfI/6ZQ_OqaWls0/s320/working-woman-retail-420-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432179493854633810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my manager called me to tell me i'd be working Saturday. I'm not to excited about that, but i guess it's good that my hunny can't come this weekend. We wouldn't have been able to spend that much time together anyways since i'd be working.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over here rocking Britney Spear's  Baby one More Time cd. I can't believe it still makes me dance/pretend like i'm Britney or that i have every Britney Spears CD up until she went crazy and tried to make a comeback.  Now that i think about it,I can remember being in the fifth grade and begging my teacher to let us play the CD in chorus class. Yeah, i have no idea what we were thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shayla/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-4098118797945954970?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4098118797945954970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4098118797945954970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4098118797945954970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4098118797945954970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-my-manager-called-me-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S2L6d_9d31I/AAAAAAAAAfI/6ZQ_OqaWls0/s72-c/working-woman-retail-420-420x0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1469389057077395012</id><published>2010-01-28T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:18:08.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>My hunny told me last night that he might not be able to come up this weekend to see me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1469389057077395012?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1469389057077395012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1469389057077395012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1469389057077395012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1469389057077395012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3938121535928949042</id><published>2010-01-25T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:00:12.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S13N9YzvPHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_mtzLArYuaM/s1600-h/thom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S13N9YzvPHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_mtzLArYuaM/s320/thom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430723180193856626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lying in bed with a pint of Starbucks  Caramel Macchiato in one hand and a novel in the other (the second one that day mind you) , i came to realize i really need to get a life... Seriously. The highlight of my days is what happened between the alpha male and heroine of a highland romance novel i'm reading.  I really miss being a student sometimes. All of my friends are back at school, as well as some pretty great parties.  The only thing in my hometown is a Walmart, McDonalds and a few stop stop lights. Yep, i live in Podunk,Georgia. Above is an actual picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3938121535928949042?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3938121535928949042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3938121535928949042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3938121535928949042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3938121535928949042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-lying-in-bed-with-pint-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S13N9YzvPHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_mtzLArYuaM/s72-c/thom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6841764295426917525</id><published>2010-01-21T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:27:56.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ich5YixpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3ZvxlGY1-EA/s1600-h/huge-rain-drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ich5YixpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3ZvxlGY1-EA/s320/huge-rain-drop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429261456948512402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, go away. Please don't come back another day. Last night, it started to rain and it's been raining ever since.  Makes me miss my hunny. I wanna cuddle,but i can't. He's 200 miles away at school. I can't wait until he graduates in May!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6841764295426917525?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6841764295426917525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6841764295426917525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6841764295426917525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6841764295426917525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain.html' title='Rain....'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ich5YixpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3ZvxlGY1-EA/s72-c/huge-rain-drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-168816541079801519</id><published>2010-01-19T10:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:35:03.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1XHwD18jiI/AAAAAAAAAew/dsZCK79HkCw/s1600-h/just-dance-wii-box-artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1XHwD18jiI/AAAAAAAAAew/dsZCK79HkCw/s320/just-dance-wii-box-artwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428464554344222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my family and i had game night on the Wii playing Just Dance and it was great!!! Everyone had so much fun. My mom was shaking it and my aunt was working it. My aunt got so into it that she had to take off her wig, which was of course required a  promise from me that no one would see the video i was recording of them. I promised i wouldn't show a soul,but secretly i was thinking " If only my phone had video/text messages......." I would post it all over Youtube !! I tried my hand at it,but i felt like i was going to pass out. That game is a serious work out. After only two songs, i was ready to leave it to the kids in my family. My little nephew was glad to see me give up cause it meant he was able to get up and give another dance rendition of the Spice Girl's  Tell me what you want (what you really really want), which let me tell you was hilarious. You haven't seen anything until you've seen a six year old boy shimmy and shake his hips to the Spice Girls. All i can say is, he's been around his two sisters for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-168816541079801519?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/168816541079801519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=168816541079801519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/168816541079801519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/168816541079801519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-day-my-family-and-i-had-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1XHwD18jiI/AAAAAAAAAew/dsZCK79HkCw/s72-c/just-dance-wii-box-artwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1202875089523535946</id><published>2010-01-16T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:34:37.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Agressive Letters...With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ID7b2JCrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sdDMJV5b2ZE/s1600-h/pile-of-letters.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ID7b2JCrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sdDMJV5b2ZE/s320/pile-of-letters.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427404820556876466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this idea from &lt;a href="http://howtosurvivelifeinthesuburbs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Modern Mom&lt;/a&gt;'s lovely blog over at How to Survive Life in the Suburbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear A**hole who doesn't using signals when switching lanes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if you'd let people, with whom you share the road, know what you're planning to do. I don't have ESP, nor do i love having to slam on brakes when you decide to squeeze your car in the little space in front of me. Do you really have to change lanes every five seconds or can you  not wait  five seconds while someone slows down  in front of you before they turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;the angry woman throwing up her hands behind you in frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear twenty something year old women who dress like they are still teens without responsibilites,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop wearing rainbow colored boots, mini-skirts, skin tight jeans and glittery shirts that say Baby Phat. We all know you're not a teen anymore. The baby stroller you push is an indication of this. Please accept that you're a mom now and please dress like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;wishing you'd left those bright yellow boots on the clearance table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Junk food,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be so tempting and delicious? I don't want to eat you,but i can't resist.  I wish i knew how to quit you.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing i didn't have a sweet tooth and didn't remember the line from Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you have given me a remote so that i could fast forward to the good part. Who wants to continue to watch the sad scenes over and over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;waiting it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear People who chew with their mouths open/smack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how annoying it is to hear you smacking like a camel when you eat?  Makes me want to pull out my hair and then yours next :)  I can't believe you're able to smack when eating ice cream or other non-smackable food items.  Is the food really that good? Please just close your dang mouth when you chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;nutting up when you eat/drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1202875089523535946?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1202875089523535946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1202875089523535946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1202875089523535946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1202875089523535946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/passive-agressive-letterswith-love.html' title='Passive Agressive Letters...With Love'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S1ID7b2JCrI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sdDMJV5b2ZE/s72-c/pile-of-letters.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4065390774369477907</id><published>2010-01-14T09:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:19:09.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S08z-aqR7vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/m6lrWUzDE4g/s1600-h/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S08z-aqR7vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/m6lrWUzDE4g/s320/cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426613223406300914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went in and took the pre-employment drug screening test (you know the test where you pee in a cup?) and man did i have a tough time. I drank something before i left my house,but when i got to the doctor's office i had nothing.  So then the nurse gave me cup after cup of water, trying to make the water works come, but yet again, Nothing. So then i had to sit there for an hour or so before i finally got the urge. I was so proud of myself that  when I came out of the bathroom I presented my cup to the nurse like a little child who just created her first art masterpiece. My sample was then put it in the machine and I was able to leave. On the way home, i was feeling good,but then i started to feel bad...real bad. I had the urge again this time.. but unbearably. Those four cups of water had finally started to really kick in, but i didn't know what i was going to do. I was thirty minutes from my house, there weren't any convenience stores on the way home  and i couldn't pull over and take care of business. Who wants to be caught with there pants down, let alone by an officer of the law? How would i explain that? " Could you hold on while i finish pissing,officer?" Just great. I had to suck it up and squirm all the way home, almost pissing on myself the whole time. When i finally pulled into my driveway, i grabbed my keys from the ignition and painfully ran into the house, almost not making it. Whew.. That was a close one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is under the kitchen sink tinkering around trying to make things work. Too bad he has no idea what he's doing. Maybe it's time to call in the professionals before he breaks something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-4065390774369477907?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4065390774369477907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4065390774369477907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4065390774369477907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4065390774369477907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-i-went-in-and-took-pre.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S08z-aqR7vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/m6lrWUzDE4g/s72-c/cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7123079560891455598</id><published>2010-01-11T15:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:28:07.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Today was great!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0uUQJkdJnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tk3oGAyjxMY/s1600-h/sunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0uUQJkdJnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tk3oGAyjxMY/s320/sunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425593181265536626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here on the computer at my dad's house and as usual he's rambling on about some nonsense. I want to be a good daughter and listen,but he has a tendency to say things over and over again.  Plus, he's over here drooling over Food Network's Sunny Anderson. According to him, "it doesn't matter what she's cooking in the kitchen. I could watch just watch her walk around the kitchen all day in those designer jeans." Yeah, i really want to hear about that,dad. *sighs*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I walked into a company today and  asked for an application, but the Manager said she was low on applications. She told me that i would have to go online. and fill out an application and then come back and turn it in. I said ok and was about to leave,but she came back and said, "you know what? you're the  a only person who's come in dressed up looking like they want a job. I'm going to give you and application. Come into my office."I went into the office and was filling out the application when she came in and said, "i like you and i get a good vibe from you. I'm going to go ahead and start you in the hiring process." I couldn't believe it!! I'd gotten a job on the spot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having dreams and feelings of wanting to go back to Quebec, Canada and now that i think about it, i wouldn't mind  staying there for another summer, except this time i think i would spend more time exploring Vieux Quebec and sightseeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7123079560891455598?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7123079560891455598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7123079560891455598&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7123079560891455598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7123079560891455598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-great.html' title='Today was great!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0uUQJkdJnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tk3oGAyjxMY/s72-c/sunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7132926760860903447</id><published>2010-01-09T17:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:53:35.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0pV2D6UTnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FKdm-WjhbeE/s1600-h/kids-say-the-darndest-things-volume-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0pV2D6UTnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FKdm-WjhbeE/s320/kids-say-the-darndest-things-volume-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425243088372387442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me, my hunny and Gabby (niece in law) were all watching The Lion King and everything was going great, that is until Scar (the bad guy) came on screen talking smack. Then, Gabby, who is only three,  exasperatedly  threw up her hands and said "Now there he goes." lmao. She's such a ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized on my last post i spelled breathe wrong, yet somehow i spelled apparatuses right (one of the most commonly misspelled words in the English language).  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7132926760860903447?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7132926760860903447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7132926760860903447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7132926760860903447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7132926760860903447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0pV2D6UTnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FKdm-WjhbeE/s72-c/kids-say-the-darndest-things-volume-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-247685274278904490</id><published>2010-01-08T19:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:11:53.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0fVpX6xxJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_N7lv-0OaWw/s1600-h/sleeping-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 314px; display: block; height: 221px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424539182962951314" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0fVpX6xxJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_N7lv-0OaWw/s320/sleeping-bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again my hunny is napping/snoring on the couch. ntways..Brrrrr. It's cold. I think i'm going to go snuggle up under the covers with some cheetohs and not come out until the Summer.... hibernate like a big ol' grizzly, snacks and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i almost forgot. The other day i learned that dogs snore. Snore!! WEll i'll be doggone. I had no idea. They sound just like humans. Hmm, i wonder if they make any special apparatuses to help snoring dogs.....like doggy breathe right strips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-247685274278904490?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/247685274278904490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=247685274278904490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/247685274278904490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/247685274278904490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-again-my-hunny-is-nappingsnoring-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0fVpX6xxJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_N7lv-0OaWw/s72-c/sleeping-bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6254868398021729340</id><published>2010-01-06T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:33:31.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat/ Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Ghf3EDZqI/AAAAAAAAAd4/exeS8GGr6Lw/s1600-h/scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422792995059754658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Ghf3EDZqI/AAAAAAAAAd4/exeS8GGr6Lw/s320/scared.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i almost crapped my pants. I heard this really creepy high pitched whining noise. At first, it sounded like a laughing little girl and then it sounded like someone chuckling (and lord knows i don't want to hear that after watching old Twilight episodes on tv),but then as i listened closer i realized what the noise really was. It was my fiance snoring in the living room!! Yeah, i'm a big ol' scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i read something on someone's blog about flannel night shorts. i don't know about those. Sounds like they'd make your vajajay all hot and stuffy at night, which is never a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along. I've had so much trouble with trying to get out of my apartment lease this week. *sigh* The landlord is trying to make me pay for rent, even though i'm not even there and someone else is going to move in this Friday....hopefully. I feel like screaming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother- in -law got a new computer and it's real cool. It's one of those desktop computers with the tower inside the monitor. Sweet!!! Everything looks so much brighter on this compared to my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a slush puppy like when i was a kid. It was deeeelicious. It turned my tongue,gums and teeth all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my hunnie and i are going to spend the day together playing our favorite game Law and Order before he has to go back down the road to campus :)/:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6254868398021729340?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6254868398021729340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6254868398021729340&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6254868398021729340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6254868398021729340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/scaredy-cat-randomness.html' title='Scaredy Cat/ Randomness'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Ghf3EDZqI/AAAAAAAAAd4/exeS8GGr6Lw/s72-c/scared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4437382971888072045</id><published>2010-01-04T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:00:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Gjv_6ieLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XU2aoBhgN_Q/s1600-h/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Gjv_6ieLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XU2aoBhgN_Q/s320/zombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422795471336929458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a problem. I can never seem to go to bed at a decent hour. Last night, i finally climbed into bed at 7:30 in the morning. The sun had started to come up and everything. If i go to bed at a decent time i feel like i'm going to miss out on something good or something bad is going to happen during the night. What those somethings are, i don't know.  Everyone turning into zombies, then breaking into my house and finally feasting on my brains as i innocently slept?..&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,I can remember staying awake later than that when i would stay at my college campus by myself for Thanksgiving or Spring break. Everyone was gone. The parking lots were deserted. It was just little old me. I was so freaked out that i didn't feel safe going to sleep while i was still dark out. I'd always wait until i could see the sun coming up. Then, i'd go to sleep. Hmm...  I think maybe i've been watching too many zombie movies.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-4437382971888072045?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4437382971888072045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4437382971888072045&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4437382971888072045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4437382971888072045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/S0Gjv_6ieLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XU2aoBhgN_Q/s72-c/zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-712012874995414621</id><published>2010-01-01T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:34:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick as a dog. I feel like i've been hit by a Mack truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-712012874995414621?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/712012874995414621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=712012874995414621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/712012874995414621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/712012874995414621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick-as-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8122487443338259320</id><published>2009-12-23T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:54:59.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SzLjgq2ZjKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BbJQZEOr-eQ/s1600-h/dancing+dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SzLjgq2ZjKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BbJQZEOr-eQ/s320/dancing+dora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643452077903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i went to Walmart, with my mother-in-law to get a few things and man oh man, people were everywhere. You couldn't walk two steps without running into a buggy filled to the top with toys and food.&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law ended up getting my three year old niece in law, Gabby the gangster(the family calls her that), the Dancing Dora doll. Yea so tht doll is not cheap. I couldn't believe how much it costs. Makes me miss being a kid and guilt tripping my mother into getting me Barbies, roller skates etc. *Sighs* Being a kid was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, i'm going to make chocolate covered oreos and then head over to my aunt's house and help her make cream cheese oreo balls. I'm excited!! I love cooking and baking. See you guys later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8122487443338259320?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8122487443338259320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8122487443338259320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8122487443338259320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8122487443338259320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SzLjgq2ZjKI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BbJQZEOr-eQ/s72-c/dancing+dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5085943681633060047</id><published>2009-12-20T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:28:34.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>I was listed on&lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/"&gt; A Brunette Making it One day at a Time's&lt;/a&gt; 10 Bloggers that make me happy list. Yay me!! Anywho. Here's my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. baking&lt;br /&gt;3. spending time with my fiance&lt;br /&gt;4. cooking/trying new meals&lt;br /&gt;5. Finding random change in my purse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-5085943681633060047?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5085943681633060047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5085943681633060047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5085943681633060047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5085943681633060047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Ten things that make me happy'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-9022053641643653832</id><published>2009-12-19T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:00:28.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish that sentence!!</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://glamlifehousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Glamorous Life of a Housewife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's called Finish that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’ve come to realize that my body. . . is changing as i get older. I'm no longer a teen anymore. I have curves and loosing weight isn't as easy as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I’ve come to realize that my job. . . is waiting on me. I just have to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving. . .I am a little aggressive. I'm the idiot yelling out the window "move your a**"lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I’ve come to realize that I need. . . to accept that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost. . .one of my favorite black boots. I've looked everywhere,but i can't seem to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when. . .people bother me when i'm sleeping. I'm a real grouch when you wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk. . . it must be a really special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I’ve come to realize that money… is pretty important when you don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I’ve come to realize that certain people. . . will never be happy with what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always. . . compare myself to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s). . . and i are totally different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I’ve come to realize that my mom…is a very negative person, which has rubbed off on me over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone. . . is super cute. It has a pink zebra case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning. . . I sleep way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep. . . I have a wonderful man who loves me for me and i shouldn't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking. . .i should put my empty hot chocolate mug in the kitchen sink so it'll be easier to wash later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I’ve come to realize that my dad. . . is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook. . . no one updates anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I’ve come to realize today that. . . my fiance needs to stay out of the kitchen. He always comes up with interesting recipes that are.....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I’ve come to realize that tonight. . . my fiance and i are watching Be Cool FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow. . . i will bake cookies!! Yum!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to. . .find a job so i can buy lots of stuff :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I’ve come to realize that the person mostly likely to repost this is. . . a wonderful person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I’ve come to realize that life. . . has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I’ve come to realize that this weekend. . . i will lounge around doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I’ve realized the best music to listen to when I am upset. . . Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I’ve come to realize that my friends. . . are caring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I’ve come to realize that this year. . .was very stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I’ve come to realize that my husband. . .(fiance) will be wonderful,caring and loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I’ve come to realize that maybe I should. . . eat more fruit and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I’ve come to realize that I love. . . snuggling under the covers with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand. . . anything having to do with math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I’ve come to realize my past. . is in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I’ve come to realize that parties. . .are great if alcohol is involved.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified. . . of riding in airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I’ve come to realize that my life. . . has a lot more to show me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-9022053641643653832?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/9022053641643653832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=9022053641643653832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9022053641643653832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9022053641643653832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/finish-that-sentence.html' title='Finish that sentence!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3422786349985225390</id><published>2009-12-16T01:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:12:31.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Syh52xYC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AcRSsus0m-M/s1600-h/grad1crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Syh52xYC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AcRSsus0m-M/s320/grad1crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415712533787113874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's one of the few pics i have from graduation day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3422786349985225390?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3422786349985225390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3422786349985225390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3422786349985225390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3422786349985225390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Syh52xYC-ZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/AcRSsus0m-M/s72-c/grad1crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3004933166575322319</id><published>2009-12-15T02:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:21:19.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SydELA9ADcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yeBQeNaqA1I/s1600-h/graduation-cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SydELA9ADcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yeBQeNaqA1I/s320/graduation-cap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415372032961416642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Officially a college grad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whew. This past Friday, i graduated, which means  I'm finally done with school...for now and so far i've lounged around on the sofa watching t.v. with my fiance in my new, and soon to be favorite, Seniors '09 pullover, packed up stuff in my apartment, staye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d up until 7:00 a.m. doing absolutely nothing, and caught up on you guys' blogs. Yep, life after college is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my graduation, i bought me a cute little party dress by Miley Cyrus. I've caught the Hannah Montana craze. I watch the show and i love her clothes. I hope to get some of her frill  boots next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SydF6q793NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TlHeE0_AxII/s1600-h/grad+dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SydF6q793NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TlHeE0_AxII/s320/grad+dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415373951196847314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3004933166575322319?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3004933166575322319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3004933166575322319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3004933166575322319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3004933166575322319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SydELA9ADcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yeBQeNaqA1I/s72-c/graduation-cap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7519907022227366879</id><published>2009-12-02T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:33:22.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bum</title><content type='html'>Man i've been slacking on posting lately. I've made it back from the Thanksgiving holidays,but i have yet to get back in the groove of things. Until i do, I'll be studying for my Final finals scheduled for next week. After that, i'm free to catch up on all of your lovely posts!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, huns!!&lt;br /&gt;Live,Laugh,Love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7519907022227366879?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7519907022227366879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7519907022227366879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7519907022227366879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7519907022227366879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/12/bum.html' title='Bum'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7246937616836265326</id><published>2009-11-21T02:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:02:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be M.I.A. the next nine days. I'm going home for Thanksgiving. See you guys when i get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7246937616836265326?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7246937616836265326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7246937616836265326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7246937616836265326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7246937616836265326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1018101054401256016</id><published>2009-11-18T14:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:20:37.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duggars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SwRQjcmklgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qrQjoaTHKVY/s1600/duggars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SwRQjcmklgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qrQjoaTHKVY/s320/duggars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405534022655055362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of people give them a hard time,but i personally love the Duggars. They are a great family that instills a lot of great values in their kids. No, i don't want to have nineteen kids,but i would like raise my kids in a nurturing environment the way they do. Sometimes, when i watch the show i find myself saying, "hey, i think i'd like to be in that family", but then I think about how the older girls have to take care of the toddlers because the mom is always pregnant. Then, i'm not so sure.  When my husband (my fiance for now) and i get married, i would like to have no more than three kids. That way, i wont have kids still in the house when i'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I wonder how the family and their cousin Amy get along when the cameras are off because she's 'normal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SwRSffvzVUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pqqL_yaWHRE/s1600/rock+in+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SwRSffvzVUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pqqL_yaWHRE/s320/rock+in+roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405536153802855746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These shoes bring back so many memories.  I wore these shoes when i was a cheerleader as a child. Of course we didn't called them saddle shoes then. We called them rock'n roll shoes. I can also remember becoming angry with my sister one day and then taking her saddle shoes out to the back yard and then throwing them in a fire.  Did you guys ever have a pair of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1018101054401256016?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1018101054401256016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1018101054401256016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1018101054401256016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1018101054401256016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/duggars.html' title='The Duggars'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SwRQjcmklgI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qrQjoaTHKVY/s72-c/duggars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8915608555510939657</id><published>2009-11-17T00:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:12:42.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for my written exam tomorrow,but instead i'm surfing the net. Yeah, my priorities are definitely not straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8915608555510939657?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8915608555510939657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8915608555510939657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8915608555510939657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8915608555510939657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-9057382629950486816</id><published>2009-11-14T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:54:00.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>90s party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv805WHKEJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/T10ClrWDMS8/s1600-h/90s+party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv805WHKEJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/T10ClrWDMS8/s320/90s+party+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404096237660672146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i went out to a 90s party and let's just say it was verrrry interesting. Here is what i wore. Do you think it looks 90 ish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-9057382629950486816?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/9057382629950486816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=9057382629950486816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9057382629950486816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9057382629950486816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/90s-party.html' title='90s party'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv805WHKEJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/T10ClrWDMS8/s72-c/90s+party+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8480067690201091761</id><published>2009-11-13T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:07:41.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv3qyNHtSXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZBrfPFDvOOQ/s1600-h/knit-boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv3qyNHtSXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZBrfPFDvOOQ/s320/knit-boot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403733276150810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been seeing these knit boots everywhere lately. Girls are wearing them with booty shorts, which isn't cute at all (excuse me if you're one of those people.) How can you wear tiny shorts with boots when its 46 degrees outside? Yep, your tail (like my mother always says) has to be freezing. Anywho? What do you guys think? Do you think they're cute or do you think they're the next hideous thing to Uggs? ( shhhhh...i secretly really want some Uggs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Diet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="Calibri" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in;"&gt;This is one of the things i eat as part of my diet. Kashi's Honey sunshine cereal. I didn't plan on buying it,but i received a $2 coupon (the cereal costs $3.68 normally) so i said why not. When i first saw it, i thought it looked like Cap'n Crunch, however when i tasted it i saw how it was nothing like it at all. There was no sugary goodness. In fact, this cereal has no sugar in it whatsover. (yeah i'm lying so don't trust my idea of what tastes sweet or not. I've been secretly having an affair with sugar for the past 22 years)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv2cunB-zII/AAAAAAAAAco/na8VUjrkMfw/s1600-h/honey-sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv2cunB-zII/AAAAAAAAAco/na8VUjrkMfw/s320/honey-sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403647452479671426" 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/8385757207384111623-8480067690201091761?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8480067690201091761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8480067690201091761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8480067690201091761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8480067690201091761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sv3qyNHtSXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZBrfPFDvOOQ/s72-c/knit-boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1096788488593971187</id><published>2009-11-12T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:13:22.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvzWMnfSblI/AAAAAAAAAcg/S4SPQa9heGI/s1600-h/dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvzWMnfSblI/AAAAAAAAAcg/S4SPQa9heGI/s320/dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403429165184740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what....I have a wedding dress now!!! I'm so excited that i don't have to worry about finding one anymore. Plus, my sister/mother got a really good deal on it. *doing my happy dance*  I would post pictures of me in it,but my fiance reads my blogs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1096788488593971187?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1096788488593971187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1096788488593971187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1096788488593971187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1096788488593971187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-dance.html' title='Happy dance'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvzWMnfSblI/AAAAAAAAAcg/S4SPQa9heGI/s72-c/dress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-827808062423625474</id><published>2009-11-12T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:10:46.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffles</title><content type='html'>Uh oh. I feel like i'm getting sick. I have a headache and i've been sneezing lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-827808062423625474?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/827808062423625474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=827808062423625474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/827808062423625474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/827808062423625474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/sniffles.html' title='Sniffles'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8339893749602962879</id><published>2009-11-10T16:51:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:17:08.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnhiFEs1hI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1sxoeUIdyqw/s1600-h/MinisVanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnhiFEs1hI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1sxoeUIdyqw/s320/MinisVanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597203601315346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, my fiance is lactose intolerant, though he himself chooses to not admit it. He still eats ice cream and chugs down milk, only to suffer the consequences later. I've tried buying him Soy milk in the past, only to have him say it tastes like hamster piss. After that, i tried Lactaid, which he surprisingly liked. Only problem is that it costs a little more than regular milk and comes in cartons. Anyways this time i thought i would try to get him some ice cream, not any regular ice cream of course. In its place, i got him some of the So delicious dairy free stuff. He tried it and he said he loved it. Several minis later, i still couldn't believe he liked it so i tried it for myself. I took an teenie weenie bite bite only to discover it tasted like cardboard. Gross non chocolaty shitty card board.......Men will eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My fiance thinks he's a comedian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the car on the way back from Carraba's the other night, i finally saw where the nearest David's Bridal is, which led me to scream "OMG. There's David's Bridal. Look Viviane!!"  My roommate Vivi was excited, but do you know how my fiance reacted? He  slammed his foot on the gas and sped up. Yeah, my fiance and my roommate's boyfriend thought that was the funniest thing. I didn't.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnuxUBBFrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NEIa8Jo7nXk/s1600-h/hot+shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnuxUBBFrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NEIa8Jo7nXk/s320/hot+shoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402611758961596082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know its been a while since i've done a shoe of  the day,but i think i'm going to start posting one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnolrZn2pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cfiBWaPjwts/s1600-h/hot+shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnolrZn2pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cfiBWaPjwts/s320/hot+shoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604962010618514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Shayla/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8339893749602962879?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8339893749602962879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8339893749602962879&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8339893749602962879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8339893749602962879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvnhiFEs1hI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1sxoeUIdyqw/s72-c/MinisVanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8323381363199684233</id><published>2009-11-09T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:05:38.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Below is the complete email conversation of a man who tries to pay his light bill with spider drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.19pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear David,&lt;br /&gt;Our records indicate that your account is overdue by the amount of $233.95. If you have already made this payment please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.37pm&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear Jane,&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any money so am sending you this drawing I did of a spider instead. I value the drawing at $233.95 so trust that this settles the matter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/2008/national/spider.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.07am&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear David,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for contacting us. Unfortunately we are unable to accept drawings as payment and your account remains in arrears of $233.95. Please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.32am&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear Jane,&lt;br /&gt;Can I have my drawing of a spider back then please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.42am&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear David,&lt;br /&gt;You emailed the drawing to me. Do you want me to email it back to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.56am&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Dear Jane, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yes please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 12.14pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Attached &lt;spider.gif&gt;&lt;/spider.gif&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/2008/national/spider.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 09.22am&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Whose spider is that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dear Jane, Are you sure this drawing of a spider is the one I sent you? This spider only has seven legs and I do not feel I would have made such an elementary mistake when I drew it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.03am&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Whose spider is that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dear David, Yes it is the same drawing. I copied and pasted it from the email you sent me on the 8th. David your account is still overdue by the amount of $233.95. Please make this payment as soon as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.05am&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Automated Out of Office Response&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Thankyou for contacting me. I am currently away on leave, traveling through time and will be returning last week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.08am&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Whose spider is that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Hello, I am back and have read through your emails and accept that despite missing a leg, that drawing of a spider may indeed be the one I sent you. I realise with hindsight that it is possible you rejected the drawing of a spider due to this obvious limb ommission but did not point it out in an effort to avoid hurting my feelings. As such, I am sending you a revised drawing with the correct number of legs as full payment for any amount outstanding. I trust this will bring the matter to a conclusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/2008/national/spider8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 2.51pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dear David, As I have stated, we do not accept drawings in lei of money for accounts outstanding. We accept cheque, bank cheque, money order or cash. Please make a payment this week to avoid incurring any additional fees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 3.17pm&lt;br /&gt;To: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I understand and will definately make a payment this week if I remember. As you have not accepted my second drawing as payment, please return the drawing to me as soon as possible. It was silly of me to assume I could provide you with something of completely no value whatsoever, waste your time and then attach such a large amount to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Regards, David. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;From: Jane Gilles&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tuesday 14 Oct 2008 11.18am&lt;br /&gt;To: David Thorne&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Attached &lt;spider2.gif&gt;&lt;/spider2.gif&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/img/2008/national/spider8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8323381363199684233?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8323381363199684233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8323381363199684233&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8323381363199684233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8323381363199684233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1293662620063888903</id><published>2009-11-09T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:26:17.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Project!!!!I'm trying to make my blog look nifty. However, i have no idea what i'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1293662620063888903?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1293662620063888903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1293662620063888903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1293662620063888903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1293662620063888903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-projectim-trying-to-make-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7198331841776702563</id><published>2009-11-08T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:55:36.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/roses-thorns.html"&gt;ROSES &amp;amp; THORNS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;I got this idea from &lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chapters of Our Life&lt;/a&gt;  because i think her blog is the cutest . hehehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SveB1Rwwk8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/1lZTyvaV1ec/s1600-h/Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 56px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SveB1Rwwk8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/1lZTyvaV1ec/s320/Roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929030355162050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;Roses to having only three more weeks of classes until i am officially a college graduate. Woooohoooo!!! I'm both scared and excited about this. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to making it through the first day of my diet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to my MWF class being cancelled all of last week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to my fiance taking me out to Carraba's this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to me starting to eat more vegetables.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to having the written part of my French Exit Exam rescheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Roses to having a wonderful fiance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SveB7iFnRZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oWQKtDINxgs/s1600-h/Thorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SveB7iFnRZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/oWQKtDINxgs/s320/Thorns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929137816814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to having to figure out how I’m going to pay my doctor bill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to doctor bills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="line-height: 19.2pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to paying a re-leasing fee after i graduate. Stupid apartment people.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 19.2pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to having my French Exit Exam. I haven't been using French for months because i've been taking Spanish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 19.2pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to leaving all of my friends at college. I get teary eyed sometimes just thinking about all the good times we've had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to my stupid computer not updating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;&gt; Thorns to the my blog font being mismatched. &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7198331841776702563?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7198331841776702563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7198331841776702563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7198331841776702563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7198331841776702563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/roses-thorns-i-got-this-idea-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SveB1Rwwk8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/1lZTyvaV1ec/s72-c/Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7641807105041801601</id><published>2009-11-06T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:01:08.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Been Eating My Porridge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvTbGqbfp3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qv4aF-XHNkk/s1600-h/3bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvTbGqbfp3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qv4aF-XHNkk/s320/3bears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401182760639375218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last night, my fiance told me he suspects that his apartment mate's live-in dad (i'll get to that later) has been eating his food. My boyfriend said he'd cook something and then leave it on the stove, only to come back later to find his food had been placed in Ziploc containers. That's all fine and dandy, except the Ziploc containers were then almost empty.  Hmm, now what in the world happened to the food? My fiance thinks the dad eats his food and then places it in Ziploc containers so that he won't notice as much that there is less food. Now about the live-in part. The man is the dad of one of my fiance's apartment mate. Supposedly he's only their temporarily,however he's been there every day since August. He never leaves the apartment or anything. He just hangs out around the apartment on the phone all day. His daily excuse (yes, i mean daily) is that his car is in the shop in Savannah (45 mins. from here) and he'll be leaving as soon as its finished. Yeah so he's been saying that lie since August....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I just finished reading the popular book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Push-Novel-Sapphire/dp/0679766758/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257569257&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Push&lt;/a&gt; by Sapphire today and i must say it was pretty good. It was a quick read, having only about 150 pages. I finished it in just two days. This is an excerpt from the description on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Push-Novel-Sapphire/dp/0679766758/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257569257&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Claireece Precious Jones endures unimaginable hardships in her young life. Abused by her mother, raped by her father, she grows up poor, angry, illiterate, fat, unloved and generally unnoticed.  "Sometimes I wish I was not alive," Precious says. "But I don't know how to die. Ain' no plug to pull out. 'N no matter how bad I feel my heart don't stop beating and my eyes open in the morning." An intense story of adversity and the mechanisms to cope with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; If you get a chance you should check it out. Let me warn you in advance, it contains some disturbing descriptions of incest/molestation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7641807105041801601?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7641807105041801601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7641807105041801601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7641807105041801601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7641807105041801601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-been-eating-my-porridge.html' title='Who&apos;s Been Eating My Porridge?'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvTbGqbfp3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/qv4aF-XHNkk/s72-c/3bears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1843283251612431771</id><published>2009-11-04T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:15:14.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvIyt528gWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D4L3FoXFifQ/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvIyt528gWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D4L3FoXFifQ/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400434667377426786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.being in love&lt;br /&gt;2.Subway &lt;br /&gt;3.cordial cherries    &lt;br /&gt;4. Oreo cakesters&lt;br /&gt;5. cuddling     &lt;br /&gt;6. vanilla bean Haagen Dazs                                &lt;br /&gt;7.holding hands&lt;br /&gt;8.   grape juice                         &lt;br /&gt;9. scarves&lt;br /&gt;10. staying up late                                &lt;br /&gt;11. boots        &lt;br /&gt;12.Tomb Raider                              &lt;br /&gt;13.wearing socks to bed   &lt;br /&gt;14.  babies            &lt;br /&gt;15.napping                &lt;br /&gt;16. hot wings with blue cheese                     &lt;br /&gt;17.being with my best friend   &lt;br /&gt;18. sitting on the porch when it rains         &lt;br /&gt;19.baking    &lt;br /&gt;20. galoshes                                    &lt;br /&gt;21.Jeeps       &lt;br /&gt;22.  online shopping                                  &lt;br /&gt;23. going to Wal-mart                           &lt;br /&gt;24.pink                                               &lt;br /&gt;25.soap opera Passions                       &lt;br /&gt;26.The Long Kiss Goodnight              &lt;br /&gt;27.hot showers&lt;br /&gt;28.pajamas                                           &lt;br /&gt;29.frozen cherry cheesecake                 &lt;br /&gt;30. cookies and cream ice cream           &lt;br /&gt;31.baby monkeys  &lt;br /&gt;32. email&lt;br /&gt;33. chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;34. talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;35.Fall&lt;br /&gt;36. red velvet cake&lt;br /&gt;37.pizza&lt;br /&gt;38.grapefruits&lt;br /&gt;39. lamps&lt;br /&gt;40.music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1843283251612431771?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1843283251612431771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1843283251612431771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1843283251612431771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1843283251612431771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-happiness_04.html' title='My happiness'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SvIyt528gWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/D4L3FoXFifQ/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6312947093700499476</id><published>2009-11-01T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:11:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Su3cVo1R9CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9OnAllKJbWU/s1600-h/Halloween+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Su3cVo1R9CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9OnAllKJbWU/s320/Halloween+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213792583349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night to the club and had a great time. Yes, i may have had a couple of drinks,but it was all good. No one seemed to mind that i really thought i was a fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I made a new Friend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so i made a new friend named Sally .  I can't remember exactly when i met her,but i know our relationship has blossomed very quickly over these past months. I've tried to get rid of her,but she's always there, no matter what i do. I've tried time and time again to break away from her evil ways,but she just won't seem to go. She has a hold on me!! Right around my waist!! Damn toxic friends.....I should start going to the gym again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6312947093700499476?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6312947093700499476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6312947093700499476&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6312947093700499476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6312947093700499476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Su3cVo1R9CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/9OnAllKJbWU/s72-c/Halloween+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3757638894291821560</id><published>2009-10-29T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:46:42.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartfelt-award.html"&gt;Heartfelt Award&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SuhNMK20NoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZVXsGsTJnCE/s1600-h/heartfelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SuhNMK20NoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZVXsGsTJnCE/s320/heartfelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397649024871577218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the Heartfelt Award from &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartfelt-award.html"&gt;A Brunette Making it One Day at a Time&lt;/a&gt;. Wooohooo!! I feel so special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Display the logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nominate up to 9 blogs that make you feel comfy or warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link to your nominees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let them know they have been nominated by commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link to the person from whom you received the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My picks for the 9 Heartfelt Awards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxlifeonmars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Broken Yet Functional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yesnonmaybe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yes Non Maybe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annieandbillychaptersofourlife.blogspot"&gt;Chapters of Our Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3757638894291821560?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3757638894291821560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3757638894291821560&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3757638894291821560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3757638894291821560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartfelt-award-i-received-heartfelt.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SuhNMK20NoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZVXsGsTJnCE/s72-c/heartfelt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-566015558855507761</id><published>2009-10-25T21:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:42:48.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuYxnF4semI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HecE2iVP_zc/s1600-h/casbah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuYxnF4semI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HecE2iVP_zc/s320/casbah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397055751114750562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i've been baking cookies, cupcakes and brownies. Mmmm. It smelled so good in the kitchen. I didn't cook all of that for myself however. I did all of that baking for the French Club's Halloween bake sale tomorrow. We're hoping to raise money so that the club can go to Casbah, this really good Moroccan restaurant in Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuYzy7oklfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RpjSY69JWSg/s1600-h/jonesDM1903_468x893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuYzy7oklfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RpjSY69JWSg/s320/jonesDM1903_468x893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397058153544455666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Fiance's birthday is coming up,but i have no idea what i should get him or what i should do. For his last birthday i made him a goody box that contained his favorite cologne, along with other miscellaneous items. However, i can't do that again. I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sure i'll figure out something by then. If not, i'll get in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cake and jump out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-566015558855507761?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/566015558855507761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=566015558855507761&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/566015558855507761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/566015558855507761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuYxnF4semI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HecE2iVP_zc/s72-c/casbah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8783886781567093550</id><published>2009-10-20T15:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:55:24.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/St4XND4dfKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FRHryfPFaHg/s1600-h/S5007197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/St4XND4dfKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FRHryfPFaHg/s320/S5007197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394774916784290978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my ring, guys. It's much more sparkly in real life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went shopping last night for the upcoming Career Fair on campus. I got some really cute stuff: skirts,pants,dress shirts...etc. I wanna look sexy,but professional at the same time. You know, like Halle Berry did in the Perfect Stranger when she worked for Bruce Willis?lol. jk.Anyways. Hopefully, with my snazzy new clothes i'll make a good impression. Here's what my clothes look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuEMYoV1ZBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/os8f0dyqLU8/s1600-h/high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SuEMYoV1ZBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/os8f0dyqLU8/s320/high.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395607445851956242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8783886781567093550?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8783886781567093550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8783886781567093550&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8783886781567093550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8783886781567093550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ring.html' title='My ring'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/St4XND4dfKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FRHryfPFaHg/s72-c/S5007197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6123131457396890533</id><published>2009-10-18T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:18:52.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Stvi6GC_28I/AAAAAAAAAX8/6b6AlsWoR8g/s1600-h/chili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Stvi6GC_28I/AAAAAAAAAX8/6b6AlsWoR8g/s320/chili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394154466389777346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's getting a bit nippy outside, i decided to cook some of my famous habanero chili for dinner. The end result, as usual, was deliciousness and mouthwateringness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StvnepFVcbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Eikw1ZWazb0/s1600-h/benAndJerrysKeyLimePie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StvnepFVcbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Eikw1ZWazb0/s320/benAndJerrysKeyLimePie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394159492316623282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up some new ice cream the other day: Ben and Jerry's Key Lime Pie. I have yet to try it,but i think it's going to be gooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6123131457396890533?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6123131457396890533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6123131457396890533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6123131457396890533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6123131457396890533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/mmmmmmm.html' title='MMMMmmm'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Stvi6GC_28I/AAAAAAAAAX8/6b6AlsWoR8g/s72-c/chili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4522011399083446983</id><published>2009-10-15T22:31:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:51:15.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been caught!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StfwO-dbsEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P_nWHRmgEq8/s1600-h/embarrassed-785026.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StfwO-dbsEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P_nWHRmgEq8/s320/embarrassed-785026.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393043218874740802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i learned that my fiance has been reading my blog. This is great news and all, except for the lovely Monster-in-law post i wrote last week. You know where this is going,right?&lt;br /&gt;Yep while lying around watching TV, he casually said to me, "Soooo i read your blog,baby."*insert jaw dropping face here* Woooooah. I was totally taken aback. I was totally thrown for a loop because i had no idea he'd been reading it; I thought that after nagging him about reading it, he couldn't possibly be doing what i wanted him to do. He's never made a comment about any of my posts so  I thought i was safe, but oh was i wrong. I felt like a deer in the headlights, mortified and left  feeling a little red in the face after he said that. I didn't know what to say to that, but  I expected him to want to kill me. Thankfully, he didn't think it was a big deal, because he's such a sweetie :), and everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Giveaway!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tamela over at &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/2009/10/avon-giveaway_14.html"&gt;A Brunette Making it One Day&lt;/a&gt; at a Time is having a giveaway. She's giving away a really great 5 piece Avon Getaway Set .Go check it out.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-4522011399083446983?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4522011399083446983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4522011399083446983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4522011399083446983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4522011399083446983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-caught.html' title='I&apos;ve been caught!!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StfwO-dbsEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P_nWHRmgEq8/s72-c/embarrassed-785026.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3356387389409498592</id><published>2009-10-14T00:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:38:06.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StVOOyNuonI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oyq6YZLLvIo/s1600-h/blossom+fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StVOOyNuonI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oyq6YZLLvIo/s320/blossom+fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392302144750527090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so even though i'm currently unemployed, i decided to splurge on a Halloween costume. I know, i know. I should be saving, but i just couldn't resist. This is my last semester of college and i want to go out with a bang. I don't know what i'm going to do/where i'm going,but i'm sure i'll figure it out because the college i attend is known as a party school ( Yep, weekends start every Thursday night here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Girls Night out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This Friday my friends and i are going to have another girls night out. We're going to the movies to see either Paranormal Activity, Law Abiding Citizen or The stepfather. Hopefully, we'll get to see Paranormal Activity because i heard it's pretty intense. That being said, i hope there's going to be some shittin' of the pants that night; I haven't seen a good Horror film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Halloween II was some bs) in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wedding Planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's how i'm thinking of wearing my hair for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StVVTBPGWYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2ACXglfb0hc/s1600-h/wedding-hairstyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StVVTBPGWYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2ACXglfb0hc/s320/wedding-hairstyles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392309914083678594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8385757207384111623-3356387389409498592?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3356387389409498592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3356387389409498592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3356387389409498592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3356387389409498592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StVOOyNuonI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oyq6YZLLvIo/s72-c/blossom+fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1357970518494053774</id><published>2009-10-08T03:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:31:57.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster in Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StJz86fKxPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kBifv4ScFVQ/s1600-h/mother-in-law.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StJz86fKxPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kBifv4ScFVQ/s320/mother-in-law.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391499194245235954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Future) Mother-in-law woes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went home this weekend to see my family and of course everyone wanted to see my engagement ring. Well, when i showed my ring to my future mother-in-law i said, "he did a good job didn't he?" and then she said, " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he could have done better&lt;/span&gt;!!" WTH !!? I couldn't believe she had said that. Then to make things worse, my fiance then told her ,"yeah ma, she picked the ring out", which i did. Then she switched up her story and said,"it is cute,baby. let me see it again." *rolls eyes* I mean i know i'm not rocking a humongous diamond,but my ring is a nice size.  Don't forget my boyfriend and i are in college. He can't afford a celebrity size engagement ring. GRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and that is not all people. Then, later over dinner she asked him where he got the ring and how much did he paid for it. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!!  She said she wanted to know because it looked like he paid $99. After feeling like crap and having my balloon burst, i've come to the conclusion that my in law road is going to be a bumpy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MY new favorite Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a positive note, my future hubby (aww, i like how that sounds) took me out the other day to a new spot, Carraba's. We had to drive to the next town over, but it was well worth it.  The food there is great!! Yeah, the price is a little up there,but after you take that first bite you forget about it. Wonderfully, he's taking me there again sometime this month so i can partake in the little piece of heaven again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8385757207384111623-1357970518494053774?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1357970518494053774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1357970518494053774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1357970518494053774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1357970518494053774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-in-law.html' title='Monster in Law'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/StJz86fKxPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kBifv4ScFVQ/s72-c/mother-in-law.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8816674078654611236</id><published>2009-10-06T00:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:49:12.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SsrF0h7vJSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xX-bKXhM4gY/s1600-h/mik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SsrF0h7vJSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xX-bKXhM4gY/s320/mik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389337410355012898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in Wal-mart the other day, trying to decide if i should get whole milk or 2 %, when i saw 0% milk. This leads me to ask,  what in tarnation is 0 % milk, water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After searching for jobs and receiving the 100th rejection email, i've come to ask myself, "now tell me again why i went to college?" Maybe i should go pick up a  &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.magiccity.com/"&gt;Magic City application&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ahhh!! why am i taking Spanish? Spanish and French don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will i ever tell my aunt i'm engaged? Hmm............., nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why does Mariah Carey insist on singing songs about teenage issues. Come on, Mariah. You're pushing forty. You're too old to still ride/creep past some guys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish i'd stop slacking on my blog posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8816674078654611236?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8816674078654611236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8816674078654611236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8816674078654611236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8816674078654611236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SsrF0h7vJSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xX-bKXhM4gY/s72-c/mik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3818739746506898105</id><published>2009-09-27T12:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:20:41.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning</title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm not really planning,but that doesn't mean i'm not checking out stuff. ANyways,  while looking around on David's Bridal.com, i stumbled across this application that lets you create your wedding party, which is pretty cool.  You can put on your favorite dress, shoes, etc. Anywho, here are my two possible wedding colors. Green and a tan/champagne/yellow or a Raspberry Sorbet Color. What do you guys think? Also, do you think i should i take off the sash? It's not the exact color i wanted,but it's the color closest to the one i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sr-aPa-Uc6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4q7N5F6b3lI/s1600-h/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sr-aPa-Uc6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4q7N5F6b3lI/s320/wedding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193269087826850" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sr-amUoDVGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rgjwVgyhGI0/s1600-h/wedding2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sr-amUoDVGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rgjwVgyhGI0/s320/wedding2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193662520808546" 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;I also got my stitches taken out,which i must say felt like part two of getting them put in. The stupid scissors they used were not sharp, which left the nurse tugging on the still knotted/still in my finger stitches. Yep. My finger started bleeding again and was sore afterwards. However, that's not all. I still can't use my thumb. The skin feels super tight and i can't bend it. Maybe by next week it'll be good as new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3818739746506898105?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3818739746506898105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3818739746506898105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3818739746506898105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3818739746506898105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-planning.html' title='Wedding Planning'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sr-aPa-Uc6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4q7N5F6b3lI/s72-c/wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1958748822224193336</id><published>2009-09-17T11:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:04:33.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely trip to the emergency room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SrV937RBG8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ByKNznygz4k/s1600-h/woman-cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SrV937RBG8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ByKNznygz4k/s320/woman-cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383347329346640834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, after a long day of classes, i was ready to go home and eat.  However, when i got there i couldn't find anything very appetizing.  That left me debating whether i should suck it up, stay home and make something from a can, or if i should make my way to my bestie Ronald McDonald's place. After much deliberation, and a quick mental calculation of how much money was in my bank account, i went with the meal from a can choice.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going well; I'd browned the ground beef and boiled the noodles, but then i had to open the can of spaghetti sauce. Unfortunately, all six of the can openers in the apartment wouldn't work.  They would open just a little bit of the can and then stop. Open a little, and then stop.&lt;br /&gt;Out of frustration i decided i would just pull the rest of the lid off. Bad idea.  I started to tug on the lid with all my might. Really bad idea. Then, i  felt my finger being cut. It didn't look so bad so i just went over to the sink and ran some water on it and then covered it with a paper towel until i could find some band-aids and hydrogen peroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by however, the cut wouldnt' stop bleeding, which left me to then ask myself if i should go to the hospital.  Me being me, a broke college student, i was really tempted to just say a prayer, put a band-aid on it and call it a day,but something told me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i went to the hospital, and after an hour or so, the doctor finally saw me. He had me sit on the hospital bed and asked me to bend my thumb.  It was then that i saw how bad my cut really was; As i bent my finger all the way down, my skin slowly pulled away from my thumb and formed a nice pocket of blood and meat. Blood started dripping everywhere, specifically on my favorite pants, making me realize what was going to come next. STITCHES.  Long story short, i ended up getting a painful shot in my thumb and seven stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm how &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Brunette Making it one day at a time&lt;/a&gt; was a while back;  I'm having to peck away at the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1958748822224193336?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1958748822224193336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1958748822224193336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1958748822224193336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1958748822224193336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lovely-trip-to-emergency-room.html' title='My lovely trip to the emergency room'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SrV937RBG8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ByKNznygz4k/s72-c/woman-cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5731399574984801741</id><published>2009-08-30T13:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:07:28.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq0ISQckcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MlLbt1Wejiw/s1600-h/quebec+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq0ISQckcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MlLbt1Wejiw/s320/quebec+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375807159652880834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. I just realized i haven't written in my blog for over a month. Yep, i've been slippin'; I still only have 15 followers and  everyone else now has 60-100 :( Guess that's what i get for neglecting it.&lt;br /&gt; Well i do have some new news  to tell ya'll (hmm, that looks  a little weird. can you call news, new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've only three/four months before i'm done with college. Woooooooo!!! EXciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I survived living in Quebec for nearly two months, though at times i thought i would die from starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm finally getting a new phone. This may not seem big, but i haven't had a phone for four  long months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I'm engaged!!! Yep, my boyfriend popped the question. My boyfriend says he's glad he's given me my ring cause i've been acting like Smiegel from Lord of the Rings lately. Yeah, i was having "my precious" moments.  Now i'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq3POYbTxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F-BmfaIVglY/s1600-h/gollum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq3POYbTxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F-BmfaIVglY/s320/gollum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375810577406578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m  embarrassed ,but come on girls, you know, like on Bridezillas, we turn into these evil creatures. We get blinded by the beautiful glow of a diamond ring.lol.   This is what my ring looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq0-mULfgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aVhiA2_28Lc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq0-mULfgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aVhiA2_28Lc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375808092750183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8385757207384111623-5731399574984801741?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5731399574984801741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5731399574984801741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5731399574984801741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5731399574984801741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Spq0ISQckcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MlLbt1Wejiw/s72-c/quebec+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-9125939764512301423</id><published>2009-07-26T10:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:38:11.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Smxq_lvPLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/g_qke3SNpX8/s1600-h/quiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362778896985959938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Smxq_lvPLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/g_qke3SNpX8/s320/quiche.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night i was sitting in my room, and all of a sudden the smells of something delicious wafted in my room. Me being me, i had to go check out what it was. I soon discovered that my host had cooked and was setting everything out for le souper (supper). I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to see what torture she'd come up with for tonight. Surprisingly, i saw a beautiful looking quiche and a some kind of red pie on the counter. Man,, i couldn't believe she'd taken time out to make us a pie for dessert, seeing as how dessert usually involved a melange of watermelon, feta cheese, onions, and celery with black pepper sprinkled on top. She fixed our plates and everybody sat down to take our first bites. The quiche was so pretty i didn't want to mess it up, however i was a little hungry. I took my first bite, and man was it horrible. There was no flavor at all. Plus, it was a vegetarian quiche. It had yucky chunks of onions, red peppers, cauliflower,etc. I was soo disappointed,but i forced myself to eat it anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmxrHPAvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/392MGbQYVUU/s1600-h/strawberry+pie+011%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779028324312978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmxrHPAvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/392MGbQYVUU/s320/strawberry+pie+011%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now on to dessert. Even though the quiche wasn't good, i still had hope that that pie would be good. I looked down at the pie and was ready to take my first bite, only to realize that the "strawberry pie", wasn't a pie at all. My lovely host had taken the last bit of strawberry jam left in the jar from breakfast and poured it into a pie shell, then baked it. Seriously,WTF? That ain't no damn pie. So basically, i was about to eat a glob of jelly/jam in a crusty wheat pie shell. Ahhh!!! I wanted to pull out my hair. She'd played with my emotions and i, having a major sweet tooth , was devastated. I had looked forward to that "strawberry pie" and was left bamboozled. I wanted to throw down my fork and say, "i quit this sh**!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmxsC5rVFvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O-J-heH18po/s1600-h/41KR1vfUsXL__AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362780053389514482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmxsC5rVFvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O-J-heH18po/s320/41KR1vfUsXL__AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-9125939764512301423?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/9125939764512301423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=9125939764512301423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9125939764512301423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9125939764512301423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberry-pie.html' title='Strawberry Pie'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Smxq_lvPLgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/g_qke3SNpX8/s72-c/quiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1807008115063085896</id><published>2009-07-21T16:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:10:30.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Willy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYfe5sc0tI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wikYM7cjsEE/s1600-h/WhaleTail_s-ResizeW482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007022174950098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYfe5sc0tI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wikYM7cjsEE/s320/WhaleTail_s-ResizeW482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,but i've been really busy lately. Summer study abroad at the University Laval is pretty intense. Ntways. Guess what i did this past Saturday!? I went whale watching!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whale watching was pretty cool. I've never been to Sea World or anything, so i guess anything would have been cool. However, the whole Sea World idea let me down a bit. Those dang whales didn't jump over the boat or splash us with their tales. Ok, hm. Maybe that's dolphins. Anywho. The day did end with a bang, literally. The motor on the boat i was on blew on the way back to the port, which left me a little scared. I thought we were going to have our very own scene from Titanic out in the middle of the ocean. Smoke was everywhere and we couldn't breathe. Thankfully, two other boats rescued us and brought us back to safety. ... Dang sneaky whales.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of me and my bestie in our boat attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYfwALL_QI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TYHDpZ3QyqY/s1600-h/whalewatching.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007315972259074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYfwALL_QI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TYHDpZ3QyqY/s320/whalewatching.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of the motor after it blew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYgAz61WYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/KCcXCQ6fFKA/s1600-h/SDC12608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007604740217218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYgAz61WYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/KCcXCQ6fFKA/s320/SDC12608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYgS2mxjDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VajajbCh5hM/s1600-h/beluga_whale_shoe_shoes-p167435618759830459qj2c_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007914699033650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYgS2mxjDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VajajbCh5hM/s320/beluga_whale_shoe_shoes-p167435618759830459qj2c_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1807008115063085896?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1807008115063085896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1807008115063085896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1807008115063085896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1807008115063085896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-willy.html' title='Free Willy'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SmYfe5sc0tI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wikYM7cjsEE/s72-c/WhaleTail_s-ResizeW482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7998685385760029135</id><published>2009-07-02T22:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:11:53.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining like royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1w48hpW7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/598fqACgWQY/s1600-h/450PX-~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354059655635622834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1w48hpW7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/598fqACgWQY/s320/450PX-~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my adventure was to L'Assemblée nationale du Québec (the National Assembly of Quebec. Quebec's Parliament) for a tour. After the tour, i was able to have a delicious lunch, which consisted of three courses, in this beautiful dining room. I can't remember the exact names of everything i ate,but for my entree i had salmon. I didn't really like the salmon because it tasted kinda like ham,but with a mushy texture. I also didn't like the capers that came with it. They tasted kinda like a hot fart (mustard taste).lol. For my main course, i had a 26 dollar steak (yes, i said 26 dollars). It was really good. It came with creamy mashed potatoes and was covered in a mustard/maple syrup sauce. The sauce was interesting, but not bad. Before i had dessert, i drank a cup of delicious cafe au lait. Finally, for my dessert i had profiteroles (ice cream puffs), which were really good. EAch cream puff was drizzled in a different sauce. One was dark chocolate, one was strawberry, and another one was caramel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the total cost of meal was around fifty dollars. Glad i didn't pay for it :) Here is a picture of profiteroles. Unfortunately, they aren't the ones i ate, seeing as how I left my camera cord back in the states and my computer doesn't have a memory card slot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1sKWP9bmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sUPwUnw6nz0/s1600-h/CreamPuffsIceCream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354054457040399970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1sKWP9bmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sUPwUnw6nz0/s320/CreamPuffsIceCream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a pic of what my salmon looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1tDzBCt9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/MqzG1T9cWVc/s1600-h/saumon-latkes_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354055444015003602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1tDzBCt9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/MqzG1T9cWVc/s320/saumon-latkes_g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1wDeS73DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/u8nK5I_IumA/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354058736987790386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1wDeS73DI/AAAAAAAAAUs/u8nK5I_IumA/s320/img-thing.jpg" /&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/8385757207384111623-7998685385760029135?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7998685385760029135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7998685385760029135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7998685385760029135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7998685385760029135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/07/dining-like-royalty.html' title='Dining like royalty'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sk1w48hpW7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/598fqACgWQY/s72-c/450PX-~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7635680602618050576</id><published>2009-07-01T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:24:51.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliciousness....Mmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkwoVGoa6GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VYkf8k5Nb9o/s1600-h/img_62011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698400059189346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkwoVGoa6GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VYkf8k5Nb9o/s320/img_62011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabane a Sucre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i was on a mission. My mission was to find some sweets. Thankfully, i found a little ice cream place that had just what i was looking for. The flavor i chose was called cabane a sucre, and it was verrrry good. It had bits of brown sugar in it along with swirls of what i believe is caramel. Heaven..Mmmmm. Next, I shall try poutine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7635680602618050576?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7635680602618050576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7635680602618050576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7635680602618050576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7635680602618050576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/07/deliciousnessmmmmmmm.html' title='Deliciousness....Mmmmmmm'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkwoVGoa6GI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VYkf8k5Nb9o/s72-c/img_62011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-814807402121170588</id><published>2009-06-29T16:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:19:51.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Skksds_BZcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HuzlLib4P_A/s1600-h/green-beans-ck-1120274-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352858520909866434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Skksds_BZcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HuzlLib4P_A/s320/green-beans-ck-1120274-l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm becoming anorexic. I have not appetite here. Well i take that back. I want to eat,but i just don't want to eat the food here. It all tastes bland. Last night, i had some veal (i think) ,hard green beans and some kind of brown and yellow grain stuff, which had an interesting texture. The texture was like ground up unpopped popcorn kernels. I didn't want to be rude so i ate as much of it as i could, but all the while i was thinking,"is it that hard to pick up the salt shaker when you're cooking?". Ok, maybe that was a bad thought,but whatever. I really wanted to go to Mcdonald's again because the one here is better than the one in the United States. The cheeseburgers taste fresh and the cheese has a distinct flavor. MMMmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since i'm in Canada i thought it would be fitting to post these shoes. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkkuDMVZ46I/AAAAAAAAAUM/RwAqyghw73k/s1600-h/FCA0QWVEYCA60X68ACAO3EZFCCAY165TXCAOGRCFECA7UJDEQCALVUJ9XCA6WMR4WCA06K2YFCA37N1V4CAR2K8DZCAMVK4ABCAU4K11WCAUC1W5ECA3ZDPAOCA83NR1SCAB2ZUROCA5WFS7HCAH4T8YV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352860264492032930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkkuDMVZ46I/AAAAAAAAAUM/RwAqyghw73k/s320/FCA0QWVEYCA60X68ACAO3EZFCCAY165TXCAOGRCFECA7UJDEQCALVUJ9XCA6WMR4WCA06K2YFCA37N1V4CAR2K8DZCAMVK4ABCAU4K11WCAUC1W5ECA3ZDPAOCA83NR1SCAB2ZUROCA5WFS7HCAH4T8YV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-814807402121170588?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/814807402121170588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=814807402121170588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/814807402121170588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/814807402121170588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/anorexia.html' title='Anorexia'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Skksds_BZcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HuzlLib4P_A/s72-c/green-beans-ck-1120274-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-682160109507080456</id><published>2009-06-28T18:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:27:18.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgD_Bb2qtI/AAAAAAAAATs/fuKtSgj-HRA/s1600-h/SDC12344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532538381740754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgD_Bb2qtI/AAAAAAAAATs/fuKtSgj-HRA/s320/SDC12344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a harrowing plane ride, I finally made it to Quebec and so far it has been....interesting. First, let me tell you about the plane ride. Well I was fine before i got on (if you don't count the sick feeling i had ),but after the plane first lifted off the ground i almost shit my pants. It was one of the scariest feelings of my life. I wanted to get off,but i knew that wasn't possible. My bestie, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yesnonmaybe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yes No Maybe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was by the window hyper ventalating and squeezing the life out of her necklace, which made me start laughing at her. However, my laughs soon became uncontrollable. The dizzy feeling of the airplane changing altitude made me feel like i was drunk. So much so ,that everyone on the plane turned around to look and see what all the ruckus was. Yep, it was really embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally landed in New Wark, Nj i was so happy to be getting of that big bucket that i kissed the ground (not really). Once inside the airport, i ate a nasty chicken wrap at the airport and called my family to know i made it halfway. Then, i was ready for round two. Round two wasn't so bad, even though i sat near the window that time and was on a teeny tiny plane. After we took off we soon flew over some water and i could see this small green statue in the distance. I thought to myself,"hmm. i wonder what that is. it looks like it could be the statue of liberty...nah!" Just to be sure, i asked a guy sitting in front of me what it was and he replied, "yes, that's the statue of liberty. you must have never been to New York before?" Yep, i then felt really stupid, like the country bumpkin i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgKBovFBYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7BfAV-i0gQo/s1600-h/SDC12346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352539180360861058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgKBovFBYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7BfAV-i0gQo/s320/SDC12346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finally go to Quebec, i felt weird. I couldn't believe i was in another country. It was amazing looking down at all the houses and seeing blue circles (pools) behind each of them. However, when i went to collect my luggage i found out that since it was raining, my luggage was soaked. My luggage contained my webcam and my camera,but thankfully they didn't get soaked. (i put my camera in a zip loc bag before i came). After that we took a taxi to the school's campus and waited for our hostes to come get us. After waiting for a good minute, i had to catch a ride with someone to my host's house. Upon arriving to my hosts' house, i was surprised with a dinner of tarte au thon avec mayonnaise. (tuna pot pie). It consisted of mashed potatoes and sweet peas in a crispy pie crust. All i can say is, interesting. After eating, i went to bed and slept for thirteen hours. Here is a pic of tuna pot pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgJr3IkxHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wehWxM0FZVI/s1600-h/IMAG5790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538806268773490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgJr3IkxHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wehWxM0FZVI/s320/IMAG5790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-682160109507080456?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/682160109507080456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=682160109507080456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/682160109507080456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/682160109507080456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkgD_Bb2qtI/AAAAAAAAATs/fuKtSgj-HRA/s72-c/SDC12344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1929805871755008182</id><published>2009-06-25T21:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:23:39.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An unpleasant surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQry-5McVI/AAAAAAAAATM/SSJAXvKfV4Y/s1600-h/smelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQry-5McVI/AAAAAAAAATM/SSJAXvKfV4Y/s320/smelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351450412099334482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have another wonderful story to tell you guys.  Let's see, where do i begin?  I got up today and was excited.  No, not excited because i won the lottery or something, but excited because i was able to use the washer/dryer. (Yep, that's how it is when you live with people. You gotta scope out when the washer/dryer is free) Ntways.  I went in the kitchen, opened up the washing machine and was about to put my clothes in, only to see that someone left a sock in the bottom of the washing machine.  So i went to get the sock out, but lo and behold it wasn't a sock that i placed my hands on.  It was a squishy used pad. What the hell people!!? Again, i was totally disgusted and left wondering who the hell leaves their pad in their undies?  The pad wasn't bloody, but then again it had been through a wash cycle.  What would you have done if this happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Quebec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQtottJpBI/AAAAAAAAATc/S5fcuftTjwg/s1600-h/quebecriver2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQtottJpBI/AAAAAAAAATc/S5fcuftTjwg/s320/quebecriver2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351452434709980178" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is the big day.  I have packed up my entire room, along with my suitcases, and am ready to go.  Tomorrow, i'm getting up  at eight a.m. and driving up to my boyfriend's house and staying for the night. Then the next day, i'm getting up at two a.m. and driving to the Atlanta airport so i can check in at five thirty. After all that, i'm going to get on the plane and zoom up to Quebec. Hopefully, this will all end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQtBGRiljI/AAAAAAAAATU/vqTBXDbcB60/s1600-h/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQtBGRiljI/AAAAAAAAATU/vqTBXDbcB60/s320/purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351451754110293554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1929805871755008182?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1929805871755008182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1929805871755008182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1929805871755008182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1929805871755008182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/unpleasant-surprise.html' title='An unpleasant surprise.'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SkQry-5McVI/AAAAAAAAATM/SSJAXvKfV4Y/s72-c/smelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6555955203779668894</id><published>2009-06-22T16:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:24:38.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sj_x3hsUqZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qvE8ljKcNTA/s1600-h/panties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350260818578811282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sj_x3hsUqZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qvE8ljKcNTA/s320/panties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay so yesterday i was in Rue21&lt;/span&gt; looking in the thong/sexy panty bin when i picked up a pair of cute lacy undies. However, i caught a wiff of something funky smelling. I quickly threw them down and looked to see where the smell was coming from. Upon further inspection, i discovered that the panties i'd just picked up had green/yellow stains in the crotch area. Apparently someone with vagina problems had tried the panties on and had put them back in the bin after soiling them. Wonderfully, i was the person who found them... After being thoroughly disgusted, i left the store to wash my hands. I really don't understand. If you know you got the stank vagina (yes, i said stank vagina), please don't go around trying on clothes and then leave them for someone else to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Webcam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday i went and got a webcam for my upcoming trip so that while i'm gone my boyfriend can still see me. I really like it and have been recording silly videos all day. However, i don't think the mic works. I might have to make a trip to Walmart and beg ol' Sam for a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sj_zr1KkBqI/AAAAAAAAATE/DCbP7mkFSr8/s1600-h/orange+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262816670746274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sj_zr1KkBqI/AAAAAAAAATE/DCbP7mkFSr8/s320/orange+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do you think of these?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-6555955203779668894?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6555955203779668894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6555955203779668894&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6555955203779668894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6555955203779668894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/yuck.html' title='Yuck!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sj_x3hsUqZI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qvE8ljKcNTA/s72-c/panties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5722887002896824716</id><published>2009-06-12T17:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:36:41.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreading Quebec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLSaMW2sRI/AAAAAAAAASk/3-HFac_TLcE/s1600-h/quebec_nightlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLSaMW2sRI/AAAAAAAAASk/3-HFac_TLcE/s320/quebec_nightlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346567055077716242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so after getting in contact with my host in Quebec, I'm not looking forward to going anymore.  My host sent me a lovely reply email with a lot of interesting things in it. Long story short. I'm going to be thrown into a foreign country and will be expected to find my own damn way to their house. WTH? I can just picture my ass walking down the street in Quebec, not knowing where the hell i'm going, and being bamboozled by some Quebecois thug. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall now partake in some Dove ice cream to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to make it worse.  i'm broke as crap now from this trip.  I don't even have two nickels&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLX_eWV9OI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Jzm133wmYMo/s1600-h/pennies-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLX_eWV9OI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Jzm133wmYMo/s320/pennies-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346573193120707810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to rub together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLRDBhGIzI/AAAAAAAAASc/G0aNOMAoDTc/s1600-h/1195759022_neobichnaya_obuvj_2994703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLRDBhGIzI/AAAAAAAAASc/G0aNOMAoDTc/s320/1195759022_neobichnaya_obuvj_2994703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346565557519262514" 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/8385757207384111623-5722887002896824716?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5722887002896824716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5722887002896824716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5722887002896824716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5722887002896824716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreading-quebec.html' title='Dreading Quebec'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SjLSaMW2sRI/AAAAAAAAASk/3-HFac_TLcE/s72-c/quebec_nightlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4771251118663903657</id><published>2009-06-07T20:03:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:40:07.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SixV-_laWBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tyrGfwjNJk4/s1600-h/Quebec%2520City%2520by%2520Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344741398490535954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SixV-_laWBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tyrGfwjNJk4/s320/Quebec%2520City%2520by%2520Night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In three weeks, I'm packing my bags and heading for the border. No, not the Mexican border ,but the Canadian border to start my two month stint in Quebec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SiyZeIfloqI/AAAAAAAAASM/6C2xNQQxe08/s1600-h/scared-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344815600737034914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SiyZeIfloqI/AAAAAAAAASM/6C2xNQQxe08/s320/scared-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited,but scared at the same time. I've never been on a plane before *and these plane crashing dreams aren't helping* so i'm kinda scared about that. I'm going to pray before boarding and then hope i won't have to bend over and kiss my a** goodbye anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm not excited about having to pack up my whole room while i pack for my petit voyage. (I'm moving to a new apartment in August and i want to be ready before i return to good ol' U.S.A.) I'm also worried about the food in quebec. I heard they eat these fries called Poutine, which is french fries topped with gravy and cheese curds. MMM. Doesn't that sound delicious?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SiyYEDplGAI/AAAAAAAAASE/f35wEDq_cUY/s1600-h/poutine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344814053248538626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SiyYEDplGAI/AAAAAAAAASE/f35wEDq_cUY/s320/poutine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ARe there any French foods you recommend?&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;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Strangely i want these platform shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SixfX1hgXGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/V785FAZjVfk/s1600-h/post7013120198063736717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344751720891178082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SixfX1hgXGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/V785FAZjVfk/s320/post7013120198063736717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-4771251118663903657?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4771251118663903657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4771251118663903657&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4771251118663903657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4771251118663903657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving-soon.html' title='Leaving Soon'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SixV-_laWBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tyrGfwjNJk4/s72-c/Quebec%2520City%2520by%2520Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3622551456181119594</id><published>2009-06-03T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:23:50.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To be, or not to be....a blog stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibsbXycUSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZXcVLzZ1aCY/s1600-h/burgular-home191560981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343217962907881762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibsbXycUSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZXcVLzZ1aCY/s320/burgular-home191560981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes i come across blogs that i like,but i find myself reluctant to follow them because they have a gazillion and one followers already. What difference is one more blog follower going to make? If i did decide to start stalking people i think i'd be pretty good at it. I mean i do have a little experience with stalking. Well not really. Stalking something that is yours is not stalking (that's what i tell my boyfriend after he finds me lurking outside his apt. building waiting for him to come home from work. jk. I don't really do that ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Romance Junky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicamccarty.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343217553724944290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibsDjdoL6I/AAAAAAAAARU/86q0C0wRKwo/s320/warrior_276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the book i'm currently reading and it is goood. I love Highland romances because the main characters are so strong and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Manly *sighs*. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't you just love a man that'll just take you in his arms and say, "look woman..." ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, i hate it how they make the main female character a weeping violet or forces the woman to have sex,but then after they get into it, she's like," after the first initial pain passed, i couldn't hold back my intense desire as waves of passion washed over me.."*rolls eyes* Yeah, right. (hmm, maybe i could be a romance author) When i tell my boyfriend about my romance novels he kinda looks at me like i'm being silly for being so into them. It's not my fault though. My mother bought me my first romance novel when i was a teenager, and i haven't been able to stop reading them since. However, after being in real relationships i'm a little dissapointed that men don't actually ride in on horses and whisk you away to their keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coffee Toffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibtZtk6dwI/AAAAAAAAARk/UjTUA7v-4Pw/s1600-h/wendys-coffetoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343219033908606722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibtZtk6dwI/AAAAAAAAARk/UjTUA7v-4Pw/s320/wendys-coffetoffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;*slapping hand* Bad Live, Laugh, love. Today i tried the new Coffee toffee twisted frosty thing at Wendy's and all i can say is, "eh" it was ok. Just tasted like some regular old ice cream to me. Good thing i didn't pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shoe of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sib6s04U06I/AAAAAAAAARs/BalMMh_E_5I/s1600-h/spider+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343233655937749922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sib6s04U06I/AAAAAAAAARs/BalMMh_E_5I/s320/spider+shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;What do you think of these?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3622551456181119594?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3622551456181119594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3622551456181119594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3622551456181119594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3622551456181119594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-or-not-to-bea-blog-stalker.html' title='To be, or not to be....a blog stalker'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SibsbXycUSI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZXcVLzZ1aCY/s72-c/burgular-home191560981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3513715980994112013</id><published>2009-05-28T02:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:17:44.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://garrisonsjunk.blogspot.com/2008/07/overflowing-closet.html"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340764532264351746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sh41C6afOAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/piQuVXsoDJ0/s320/HannahCloset_v03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cleaning out my closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The biggest thing i have planned to do is clean out my closet. I live an interesting life don't i? It's full of plastic Walmart bags and other odd stuff. (chris Garrison cartoon). Maybe i'll clean my bathroom too while i'm at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is this weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My boyfriend and I went out to my favorite restaurant, El Sombrero, the other day and enjoyed some good ol' Mexican food thanks to some salsa i brought from home. Yeah, i know it is ghetto to bring condiments from home, but the salsa at the restaurant sucks. My boyfriend says it tastes like &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;dish water&lt;/span&gt;.... Have you ever done that before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sh41pXAPKWI/AAAAAAAAARE/F_SHyN_xHyA/s1600-h/hookershoessa0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340765192773904738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sh41pXAPKWI/AAAAAAAAARE/F_SHyN_xHyA/s320/hookershoessa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3513715980994112013?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3513715980994112013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3513715980994112013&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3513715980994112013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3513715980994112013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer_28.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sh41C6afOAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/piQuVXsoDJ0/s72-c/HannahCloset_v03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-794949056357139911</id><published>2009-05-22T16:07:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:22:31.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Randomness/Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Shdp5D0icTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-XXreHQDVUc/s1600-h/beaver.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338852312270139698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Shdp5D0icTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-XXreHQDVUc/s320/beaver.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bath and body works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Bath and Body works. In fact, i have this humongous collection of it. I'm talking a whole beach bag full. I digress. While in my lovely bathroom (&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0G1lb3CNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FBXiwVMlFL4/s1600-h/S5006027.jpg"&gt;see the pics&lt;/a&gt;), i noticed how weird the names of the lotions are. I have one called "Dancing waters" Now this leads me to wonder, what the heck is a dancing water? How can a water dance? It does smell nice though. However, the only time i've known water to smell is when going to Indian Springs as a child and finding out the water smelled like fart (it has sulfur in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My bestie cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight while at my bestie's place, i found out a strange new way to make mashed potatoes. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShduNq22SyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JdJhj2ydxR4/s1600-h/SDC12000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338857064392706850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShduNq22SyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JdJhj2ydxR4/s320/SDC12000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After she finished making cheese -bacon bit mashed potatoes for her boyfriend, she then put spinach leaves in it. I don't know about you,but i find that a little strange. I know spinach leaves don't really taste like anything,but i think it's still weird that she put them in there. What do you guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some &lt;a href="http://shoes.about.com/od/womens_shoes/ig/0207-Shoes-of-the-Day/Mary-Jane-Shoes.-0he.htm"&gt;Steven Korect Mary Janes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Shdq6wlKWHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_zE-tfu2pYg/s1600-h/mary_jane_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338853440976738418" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Shdq6wlKWHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_zE-tfu2pYg/s320/mary_jane_shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Song I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fr7zVwX4fsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fr7zVwX4fsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-794949056357139911?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/794949056357139911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=794949056357139911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/794949056357139911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/794949056357139911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomnessrant.html' title='Randomness/Rant'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Shdp5D0icTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-XXreHQDVUc/s72-c/beaver.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2986888118984834937</id><published>2009-05-20T15:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:56:43.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scale Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShReoBHrwHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VyCXKoa1BJQ/s1600-h/scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995499929321586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShReoBHrwHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VyCXKoa1BJQ/s320/scale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went to the doctor today about my throat, only to be told what i already suspected. The white -spotted enflamed tonsils are just a product of my sinuses draining (lucky me). She did a strep throat test just in case (and let me tell you it was interesting); i was like a little kid, refusing to open my mouth so she could swab the back of my throat because i knew gagging was ahead. She had to beg me to let her do it....Now that i think about the whole situation, i don't know why i was tripping, " I've had someone looking in my who-ha with a flashlight before" (yep, gynecologist visits are the best!!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being told i was okay is all well and good,but it's so annoying having a sore throat every time i turn around *insert sad face* Now on to the point of this post. After getting on the scale at the doctor's office, and having the "what the fuck?" thought, i quickly went home to get on the scale to see what was going on. Long story short, my scale at home has had my bamboozeld this whole time. (Damn you scale gods!)My scale at home is off at least seven pounds. Now i'm slipping back into my teenage days where I would get on several times a day, hoping that damn red line would magically move twenty spaces back. *sighs* I've turned into a scale whore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seeing as how Memorial Day is coming up, i thought these shoes would be fitting&lt;a href="http://sharifaknows.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338003787248856690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShRmKZyobnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSF311Pg7YA/s320/womanheelweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxP1v89EK4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxP1v89EK4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2986888118984834937?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2986888118984834937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2986888118984834937&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2986888118984834937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2986888118984834937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/scale-whore.html' title='Scale Whore'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShReoBHrwHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VyCXKoa1BJQ/s72-c/scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5967454874600350886</id><published>2009-05-18T19:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:26:27.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkfoodnews.net/Haagen-Dazs.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337313300245923714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShHyKxQgR4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/br8tSF0W3OI/s320/HAAGEN-DAZS-DESSERTS-400c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think i have a problem. Yesterday, i bought three pints of ice cream. I got some &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;caramel machiatto Starbucks&lt;/a&gt;, milk chocolate &lt;a href="http://haagendazs.com/"&gt;Haagen Dazs&lt;/a&gt; and some kind of caramel flavored &lt;a href="http://www.dovechocolate.com/"&gt;Dove&lt;/a&gt;. MMM. All mine!!! Yeah, i know i went a little over board, but don't worry, i'm not going to pig out and eat them all at once. I'm not crazy. I don't want the sugar (diabetes), though it's hard sense i have a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sweet tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since i was talking about sweets, i figured it would be fitting to choose these chocolate shoes as the shoe of the day. what do you think? They were designed/made by &lt;a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview ('/outbound/www.chocolateriemaya.com');" href="http://www.chocolateriemaya.com/maya/master.html" target="_blank" modo="true"&gt;Chocolaterie Maya&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoeblog.com/blog/edible-delicious-shoes/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337314120147239746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShHy6foNg0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5VlpjbRuWU/s320/shoes-brown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoeblog.com/blog/edible-delicious-shoes/"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337314390694866626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShHzKPfyrsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3UFTK07F6BY/s320/shoes-white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Song I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I heard this song on the show The Game. John Mayer makes some pretty good music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NZZ6tXCuO8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NZZ6tXCuO8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-5967454874600350886?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5967454874600350886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5967454874600350886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5967454874600350886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5967454874600350886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-cream-addict.html' title='Ice cream addict'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ShHyKxQgR4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/br8tSF0W3OI/s72-c/HAAGEN-DAZS-DESSERTS-400c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-831744035455924502</id><published>2009-05-16T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:53:40.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-so-lovely.html"&gt;You Are So Lovely&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   Tamela over at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Brunette Making it One Day at a Time&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bestowed this "lovely" blog award to me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SgzR1v2BMEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lmTs_cq47tA/s1600-h/lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SgzR1v2BMEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lmTs_cq47tA/s320/lovely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870379833503810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, on to the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Add the logo to your blog;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Link to the person from whom you received this award;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 7 or more blogs; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave a message on their blog, letting them know they are One Lovely Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7 nominees are: *drum roll please!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://amateurnerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amateur Nerd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://tiffamochalatte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caress the Fro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mystructuredchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Structured Chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://yesnonmaybe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yes Non Maybe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-831744035455924502?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/831744035455924502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=831744035455924502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/831744035455924502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/831744035455924502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-so-lovely-tamela-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9olpeRf0oU/SgzR1v2BMEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lmTs_cq47tA/s72-c/lovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5295914926470425901</id><published>2009-05-11T09:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:48:46.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well i've been home for two days&lt;/span&gt;, and i'm already booored. There's no food in the fridge (but, was there ever?), no air conditioner and no internet. I wanna go home!!! (yep, i don't call my real home &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SggqaI6oO_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/MsQl1kYQ9qI/s1600-h/homesweethome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334560387178707954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SggqaI6oO_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/MsQl1kYQ9qI/s320/homesweethome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home anymore) I miss my apartment :(  Sounds depressing doesn't it?&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SggrhZDveDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Sxyal9RIAbw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334561611282610226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SggrhZDveDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Sxyal9RIAbw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are some lace heels. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e4a488f8"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-5295914926470425901?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5295914926470425901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5295914926470425901&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5295914926470425901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5295914926470425901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SggqaI6oO_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/MsQl1kYQ9qI/s72-c/homesweethome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2938971720102262758</id><published>2009-05-09T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:42:13.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SgXAGmrpgmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/v8vCy-ai3TY/s1600-h/Beijing_summer_palace_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333880553385591394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SgXAGmrpgmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/v8vCy-ai3TY/s320/Beijing_summer_palace_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it through this semester. Now, i'm going home for a week to see my family. Wooo!! (yeah, right *eye roll*) Until next time, I hope you all have a great summer break too. Oh and before i forget.  I got a nice little notice on my apt. door today, which said i owed the landlord .03. WTH?  I wrote them a dang three cent check last month,but they are still trippin'. Oh well. i'll worry about that mess when i come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2938971720102262758?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2938971720102262758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2938971720102262758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2938971720102262758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2938971720102262758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SgXAGmrpgmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/v8vCy-ai3TY/s72-c/Beijing_summer_palace_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2459717813746871585</id><published>2009-05-03T18:51:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:59:43.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>8 ways you know you're a college student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.asustudentdiaries.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/946pw8001.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.asustudentdiaries.com/blogs/category/activities/&amp;amp;usg=__sc7pnAMhQcz_OCNhfL-4uMgc-qI=&amp;amp;h=632&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=92&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=r5WdpKTLkmUFnM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DRamen%2Bnoodles%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331737589222463746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sf4jFrEz2QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wkmYjZbfZVg/s320/ramen+noodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have a favorite Ramen noodle flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You know how to make twenty other things out of Ramen noodles, seeing as how you've lived off of them your entire college career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You text your roommate in the next room cause you're too lazy to get out of the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You print off your final paper five minutes before its due, only to find every computer at the library is taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You never leave your apt. without your Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Friday class? There is no such thing as class on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You fill out credit card applications in order to get a free pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know what hunch punch is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your parents have no idea what your grades are. why do they need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There's a video floating around youtube of you drunkenly dancing on tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You firmly believe in the saying, "C's get degrees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Song I'm loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr4qySyt-Yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr4qySyt-Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.co.uk/Fashion/YSL-Tribute-heel/gallery"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331843116993109122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sf6DEMp8XII/AAAAAAAAAPU/SiFnFdubD_4/s320/ysl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a pair of Yves Saint Laurent Tribute Heels. What do you think? I think they're hot,but i don't know about the ribbon thing on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2459717813746871585?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2459717813746871585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2459717813746871585&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2459717813746871585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2459717813746871585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-ways-you-know-youre-college-student.html' title='8 ways you know you&apos;re a college student'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sf4jFrEz2QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wkmYjZbfZVg/s72-c/ramen+noodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-272859035294170287</id><published>2009-05-01T00:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:22:23.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F***My life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/suicide/cigarshirts/suicide-bear-didnt-even-leave-a-not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sfp4A-5IPKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aLGdAr1OF-M/s320/suicide-bear-didnt-even-leave-a-not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330705067224349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now i have a new addiction.  Its the website F My life.  I can spend hours reading the posts because they make my sad sad world look better.  Reading about people being broken up with over facebook and being told they're ugly by two year olds is hilarious. (yeah, i'm a little evil inside)  Wooo other people's lives suck more than mine!!! lol. jk  Hmm. i might even make a couple of posts myself.  I have plenty of f my life moments.  What about you?  Oh and the name of this picture is, suicide bear didn't even leave a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are some sea shell shoes.  What do you think?  Could you see yourself wearing these?  Reminds me of this rooster my mom has in the living room that's made of tiny sea shells. Weird, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://duchessomnium.com/?p=1152"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sfp1_TbH5NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DXzY5OSvdLI/s320/shell-shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330702839352648914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-272859035294170287?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/272859035294170287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=272859035294170287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/272859035294170287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/272859035294170287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/05/fmy-life.html' title='F***My life'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sfp4A-5IPKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aLGdAr1OF-M/s72-c/suicide-bear-didnt-even-leave-a-not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3810106699559637530</id><published>2009-04-27T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:29:16.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, now I have a blogpost topic. Thanks &lt;a href="http://tamelapage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tamela&lt;/a&gt; at A Brunette TAking it one day at a time for tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight things I am looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;1. Graduating from college this December&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting my first job&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting engaged&lt;br /&gt;4. Having my first apartment by myself&lt;br /&gt;5. Having another Jeep Cherokee&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing twenty pounds&lt;br /&gt;7. Going to Quebec this summer with my bestie!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Traveling to the Caribbean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Took a nap&lt;br /&gt;2. Cooked&lt;br /&gt;3. went to class&lt;br /&gt;4. did my homework&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Walmart&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate peanut M&amp;amp; M’s&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched tv&lt;br /&gt;8. Yeah, that’s all I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight things I wish I could do&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to France&lt;br /&gt;2. Move to another apartment&lt;br /&gt;3. Ice skate&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a puppy&lt;br /&gt;5. Play the piano&lt;br /&gt;6. Becoming fluent in French&lt;br /&gt;7. Grow three inches&lt;br /&gt;8. Quit school because i became a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight shows I watch on TV&lt;br /&gt;1. The Real Housewives of ….&lt;br /&gt;2. King of the Hill&lt;br /&gt;3. America’s Next top model&lt;br /&gt;4. Say yes to the dress&lt;br /&gt;5. Jon and Kate plus eight&lt;br /&gt;6. Law and Order SVU&lt;br /&gt;7. House Hunters8. Property Virgins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight people I tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Yet at Yesnonmaybe&lt;br /&gt;2. Ladi at Structured Chaos&lt;br /&gt;3. Tamela at A Brunette making it one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;4. Ichiro at Silent,but deadly&lt;br /&gt;5. Be one with the Fro at Caress the Fro&lt;br /&gt;6. Applestories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3810106699559637530?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3810106699559637530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3810106699559637530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3810106699559637530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3810106699559637530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-now-i-have-blogpost-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3069722763841565288</id><published>2009-04-26T22:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:46:20.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>The Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfUdWiOQ-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tbXpMzDGcTE/s1600-h/MissPiggy_sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfUdWiOQ-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tbXpMzDGcTE/s320/MissPiggy_sketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329198007043815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i just read on the news that the U.S. is saying, "this is not the time to panic" about the swine flu.  I guess they're thinking. " Sure, we got a few dead bodies lying around,but its OK people."  Yeah, that's really making me sleep easier tonight.  I'm really debating whether or not I should run out to walmart and buy every mask they have so I can go around like Darth Vader and be like," Luke,I am your father." *insert the voice of Darth Vader here* Hmm. Guess Kermit better kick Miss Piggy to the curb now that she's sick. *disclaimer: i'm only joking. I am actually pretty scared and am under my bed typing this now.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Omg, do you remember these?  Well not these exactly, but you know the cute ones we all had back in the day. I bought some like these the other day,but i've never worn them.  they rubbed my pinky toes too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfUgFvvaA9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Nu8JexI_SlQ/s1600-h/jelly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfUgFvvaA9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Nu8JexI_SlQ/s320/jelly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201017149588434" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Video I'm loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just got the Jessica Andrews cd yesterday (well digital cd) and i love it!!! There's a song in particular that i'm loving. Helplessly, Hopelessy.  I want to play it at my wedding during my first dance.  I would have posted the video,but embedding was disabled on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3069722763841565288?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3069722763841565288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3069722763841565288&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3069722763841565288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3069722763841565288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu.html' title='The Swine Flu'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfUdWiOQ-jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tbXpMzDGcTE/s72-c/MissPiggy_sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1262424546163218238</id><published>2009-04-24T02:34:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:39:52.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Titty Committee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfFh8okq5oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xcrY04L-zqw/s1600-h/rjo0276l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328147528467277442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfFh8okq5oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xcrY04L-zqw/s320/rjo0276l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After reading fellow bloggers' blogs, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://melaniemccoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie McCoy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tiffamochalatte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caress the Fro&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it made me think about how it sucks having big boobs. YEah, people drool over Pamela Anderson, but come on. Who really has boobs like that? I for one don't. Mine are more like two eight balls in a sock. Yep, i got granny boobs. I've had them since the third grade, which was very traumatizing to a ten year old. Heck, its still traumatizing today. Just taking a shower is a hastle. I have to lift them up to wash under them, and wearing a size small shirt is never an option. lol. On a more positive note, they do have names. Thelma and Louise :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pros of big boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can feed the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll always have my friends Thelma and LOuise to keep me company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons of Big boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can never find the right bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can feed the nation&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweaty boobs. (gross, right?)&lt;br /&gt;4. they Make Running painful&lt;br /&gt;5. poor posture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But anyways, What are ya'lls thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfHqk82fovI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Om2437FFmjc/s1600-h/clear_boots.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328297754686890738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfHqk82fovI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Om2437FFmjc/s320/clear_boots.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How do ya'll feel about these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1262424546163218238?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1262424546163218238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1262424546163218238&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1262424546163218238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1262424546163218238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-titty-committee.html' title='Big Titty Committee'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SfFh8okq5oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xcrY04L-zqw/s72-c/rjo0276l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2469924877292356471</id><published>2009-04-22T19:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:52:57.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Se-sMlVyiZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/u9LdXz-mh3k/s1600-h/bertram-bahner-passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327666216384498066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Se-sMlVyiZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/u9LdXz-mh3k/s320/bertram-bahner-passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THis morning&lt;/span&gt; i was peacefully slumbering in my bed when i was suddenly awaken by this strange sound. Well at first it was strange, but then i soon recongnized what it was. It was my darn upstairs neighbors getting it on again. This would have been cool if it was in the middle of the afternoon or at night, but noooo it was at 7 a.m. in the morning. So yeah, i was kinda annoyed because they have marathon sessions and a bed beating against the ceiling isn't that pleasant. &lt;em&gt;So then i&lt;/em&gt; was left tossing and turning in my bed, as the bed squeaked and thumped upstairs. Have any of you had any neighborly experiences like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2469924877292356471?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2469924877292356471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2469924877292356471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2469924877292356471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2469924877292356471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Se-sMlVyiZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/u9LdXz-mh3k/s72-c/bertram-bahner-passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1672602034234722431</id><published>2009-04-20T16:13:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:50:43.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood on my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SezaJ_FvfSI/AAAAAAAAANs/VYpPmWrNJ9Y/s1600-h/EasterBunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326872324361649442" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 307px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SezaJ_FvfSI/AAAAAAAAANs/VYpPmWrNJ9Y/s320/EasterBunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i'm feeling a little bad now because i murdered a poor little bunny. Yeah, i have its chocolate caramel blood on my &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      hands now. I couldn't resist. I had to take its life (lol) Unfortunately, after i took the first bite i didn't want it anymore. (Don't u hate it when that happens?) You might say, "well why did u eat the whole thing?" Well, i'm not one to waste chocolate so i had to eat it all. Now i'm left feeling like a failure :( Two weeks wasted.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Biological Clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lately, i've been getting those, "awww that babies sooo cute. i want one." feelings. Yeah, i'm only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; twenty two, but hey my eggs aren't getting an younger. It feels funny that now i'm an adul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Seze5zK4wzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AYjsm_A5pQk/s1600-h/marzipan-babies6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Seze5zK4wzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AYjsm_A5pQk/s320/marzipan-babies6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326877543842235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t and i can no longer say, "when i grow up..." cause i'm grown now. Don't get me wrong though, i don't want one RIGHT now, but i would love to have kids in the near future (with a husband of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873848437087058" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 217px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SezbistpG1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/d4RJYoDAATs/s320/NewsShoes_LVShoe_Mar23_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some funky pleather stilletos.  What do you think about the piece of yarn at the top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1672602034234722431?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1672602034234722431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1672602034234722431&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1672602034234722431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1672602034234722431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/blood-on-my-hands.html' title='Blood on my hands'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SezaJ_FvfSI/AAAAAAAAANs/VYpPmWrNJ9Y/s72-c/EasterBunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1378956005000598343</id><published>2009-04-18T23:38:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:14:26.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Killing Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Seqh1soWYSI/AAAAAAAAANM/tRxjYkdYfjs/s1600-h/easterbunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326247453204570402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Seqh1soWYSI/AAAAAAAAANM/tRxjYkdYfjs/s320/easterbunnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Ok so i'm about to go crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; diet is totally sucking right now. I WANT SWEETS!!! I bought some chocolate bunnies the other day from Walmart (all Easter candy was 50 % off) and i'm soooo tempted to reach under my bed and bite their freaking heads and asses off. MMM delicious chocolate and caramel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;*sighs* Why can't we go back to when being plump was in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Tonight I had a girls' night out at this Jamaican restaurant. WE sang Karaoke and had a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeqiXvbwQ6I/AAAAAAAAANc/TlXis0HMNy0/s1600-h/Karaoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248038072599458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeqiXvbwQ6I/AAAAAAAAANc/TlXis0HMNy0/s320/Karaoke2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; of alcohol. And i must say, It was fun. I rolled around on the floor and sang "Like a virgin." *yeah i always wanted to do that* and country music, to the delight of everyone in the place *yeah,right* I did feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;a little bad though because there was this girl there who sounded really good and i always seemed to have to go after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeqiqBu0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANk/T-oZjKo0Ii8/s1600-h/john-galliano-crazy-platform-shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326248352222045074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeqiqBu0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANk/T-oZjKo0Ii8/s320/john-galliano-crazy-platform-shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeqiqBu0Y5I/AAAAAAAAANk/T-oZjKo0Ii8/s1600-h/john-galliano-crazy-platform-shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Here are some John Galliano heels. Hot,right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1378956005000598343?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1378956005000598343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1378956005000598343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1378956005000598343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1378956005000598343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/killing-bunnies.html' title='Killing Bunnies'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Seqh1soWYSI/AAAAAAAAANM/tRxjYkdYfjs/s72-c/easterbunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2324091337368790424</id><published>2009-04-17T15:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:50:37.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>Losing a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SejVDtLkVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PIizwcCzJYM/s1600-h/the_beauty_of_sadness_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325740819010049522" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 238px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SejVDtLkVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PIizwcCzJYM/s320/the_beauty_of_sadness_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WEll the other day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i found out that one of my friends died in a highway accident. He was on the side of the road changing a tire when a drunk driver hit him, killing him instantly. And to make it worse, the driver just kept going after he hit him. WTH? He didn't even stop to see if he was okay. It's weird cause i was just sitting there and he popped in my head all of a sudden and i was like,"hmm i should drop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;him a line on fb." Then i clicked on his page and saw a page full of "R.I.P., you'll surely be missed." I couldn't believe it. He'd just messaged me the other day. So now i'm sitting here reading all of our old conversations, remembering how good a friend he was, wishing he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wasn't gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These remind me of the movie Saw.  what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sejq2bpOyaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kjvEijB0sJo/s1600-h/crazy-funky-heels-shoes-sandals-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sejq2bpOyaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kjvEijB0sJo/s320/crazy-funky-heels-shoes-sandals-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325764780220139938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Would u at least try them on?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2324091337368790424?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2324091337368790424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2324091337368790424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2324091337368790424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2324091337368790424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/losing-friend.html' title='Losing a Friend'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SejVDtLkVfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PIizwcCzJYM/s72-c/the_beauty_of_sadness_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1495937985369835827</id><published>2009-04-15T01:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:10:30.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeV3OCNy_SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ok6pVL4Odh4/s1600-h/sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324793217432091938" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeV3OCNy_SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ok6pVL4Odh4/s320/sick_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been sick lately with a sore throat. Even now i feel tired and want to climb into my bed. I digress. The deadline for me to make my last payment for my trip this summer is soon approaching and i must say, i'm a bit scared. I'm worried i won't have all the money and end up doomed. Doooooomed i say!!!! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving along. I don't think i'll be doing a shoe of the day anymore. I don't think anyone cares anyways sooooo....yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeV4KV-J6KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gBAILrD3ytM/s1600-h/cookiemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794253527345314" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 294px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeV4KV-J6KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gBAILrD3ytM/s320/cookiemonster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My diet has beeng going pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I"m going into my second week of no sweets and....its torture!! I want a granola bear or something. I feel like a grumpy cookie monster that's going to go around attacking people for their sweets. *yeah these are the thoughts that go through m head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8385757207384111623-1495937985369835827?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1495937985369835827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1495937985369835827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1495937985369835827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1495937985369835827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SeV3OCNy_SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ok6pVL4Odh4/s72-c/sick_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-283354237901747821</id><published>2009-04-06T00:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:30:10.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdmDs5kePGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FHcHAxW9k_g/s1600-h/CA8N74TACAR1CVYGCA0EOVTKCAJ53RB9CAURXMEVCAULDBSGCALZ7L9FCAQHNPD2CAPMEDH1CAPHD6ZWCAR2T6C2CAJPNWYSCA0IY3LGCAE7GKJ9CAUI25SXCA6AQYZKCA0OUW36CAVK4024CAUMSOQK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321429242106231906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdmDs5kePGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FHcHAxW9k_g/s320/CA8N74TACAR1CVYGCA0EOVTKCAJ53RB9CAURXMEVCAULDBSGCALZ7L9FCAQHNPD2CAPMEDH1CAPHD6ZWCAR2T6C2CAJPNWYSCA0IY3LGCAE7GKJ9CAUI25SXCA6AQYZKCA0OUW36CAVK4024CAUMSOQK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lately i've been feeling fat. yes, F-A-T. i feel like my weight is spirraling (spelling?) out of control, which is kinda depressing me :(. i'm not jiggly, but i think i could stand to lose a few pounds. my boyfriend always tells me i look beautiful the way i am, but that doesn't matter. i have to feel good about myself first. so now i've decided to cut out sweets and to keep a food diary (see how i didnt include excerscing in that? Hmm maybe this isn't going to work) to help me get to where i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shoe of the Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a shoe of the day, but blogspot was acting funny. I couldn't upload the pic. Oh well. Maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8385757207384111623-283354237901747821?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/283354237901747821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=283354237901747821&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/283354237901747821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/283354237901747821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/04/weight_06.html' title='Weight'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdmDs5kePGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FHcHAxW9k_g/s72-c/CA8N74TACAR1CVYGCA0EOVTKCAJ53RB9CAURXMEVCAULDBSGCALZ7L9FCAQHNPD2CAPMEDH1CAPHD6ZWCAR2T6C2CAJPNWYSCA0IY3LGCAE7GKJ9CAUI25SXCA6AQYZKCA0OUW36CAVK4024CAUMSOQK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2362516449864223878</id><published>2009-03-30T21:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:45:28.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.bettycrocker.com/NR/rdonlyres/4E12FE52-30B8-4C92-B507-BFAD75FD3B28/0/asian_helper_logo.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.bettycrocker.com/products/hamburger-helper/hamburger-helper-products.htm&amp;amp;usg=__RR56UTBx8qnkK1gompioKpDsZLM=&amp;amp;h=137&amp;amp;w=96&amp;amp;sz=20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;tbnid=AFNWCoLdXxuKnM:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=65&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchicken%2Bfried%2Brice%2BAsian%2Bhelper%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319167584577782754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdF6vGuIA-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dtH_wyWRRSk/s320/sub_header_ham_helper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day i decided to try something new, Asian Helper instead of the regular Cheesburger Macaroni Helper. Wellll it wasn't that good. I take that back. It started off good until it said add two eggs and then scramble it into the rice-chicken] mixture. Then that mess got weird. Then to make it worse i'd used canned chunks of chicken (at the suggestion of my boyfriend). (Yeah i should have known that would be a disaster). It tasted/smelled like cat food to me by the time i got finished. When i got done my roommate asked me,"what are you eating? it smells like tuna and eggs" Have you ever tried Asian Helper, or any other Helper products, before?  If so, how did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shoe of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cccrystals.com/catalog/kallie-sand-sandal.."&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319175143242988194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdGBnE8V-qI/AAAAAAAAALY/a6x9jQklN60/s320/kallie-sand-sandals-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here are some "sand sandals" They're supposedly for things such as a beach wedding. Guess how much they cost. 100 dollars!!! (crazy,right?) They're that much because they're made of 4mm aurora borealis swarovski crystals along with gold filled chain, sterling silver clasp and gold and silver seed beads. I really can't picture myself buying these because they're more like an ankelet than sandals to me. I might as well go barefoot, which is basically what you'd be doing if you bought these "sandals" I found this on( Chris' creations custom jewelry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2362516449864223878?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2362516449864223878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2362516449864223878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2362516449864223878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2362516449864223878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/asian-helper.html' title='Asian Helper'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SdF6vGuIA-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/dtH_wyWRRSk/s72-c/sub_header_ham_helper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-2105013043512036302</id><published>2009-03-27T20:59:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:41:55.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Ma Vie en Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sc13T8IXWhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DVeH1_VVK0o/s1600-h/DVD-Cover_ma-vie-en-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318037919436855826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sc13T8IXWhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DVeH1_VVK0o/s320/DVD-Cover_ma-vie-en-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;So i got together with friends&lt;/span&gt; and watched this movie my boyfriend bought me for my birthday, Ma Vie en Rose (My life in pink). You should check it out. It's a really cute French film about this little boy who wants to be a little girl. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Its in French, but it has English subtitles so you will still know what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Growing Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll i've reached that age we're it's time to start making grown up decisions. Recently,i've been thinking about where my life is headed and what i want to do with my life. I know that i want to travel, but i'm kind of scared. i don't want to leave my friends and family behind for a prolonged period of time and live in some strange country,but then again i don't want to be stuck in Georgia for forever. *sighs* idk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sc16HuujQWI/AAAAAAAAALI/iYAeqHm3g14/s1600-h/2460701875_7a60f49179_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318041008215376226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sc16HuujQWI/AAAAAAAAALI/iYAeqHm3g14/s320/2460701875_7a60f49179_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo the hotness!!!lol. What do you think of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-2105013043512036302?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/2105013043512036302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=2105013043512036302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2105013043512036302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/2105013043512036302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-vie-en-rose.html' title='Ma Vie en Rose'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sc13T8IXWhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DVeH1_VVK0o/s72-c/DVD-Cover_ma-vie-en-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-603917261006833764</id><published>2009-03-25T00:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:50:39.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring break'/><title type='text'>A week full of movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316981074595831698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Scm2HeTCX5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hQlSgByah9M/s320/522826413_7b799625fc_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Im back!!! Last week during my Spring break i did nothing but watch movies. I watched Taken,Quarantine, Next, Last HOuse on the Left, Knowing, THe Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Swimming Pool, Dirty Pretty Things, The Secret life of Bees, and Transporter 3. Whewww. That's alot of movies. My favorites are Taken and the Last HOuse of the Left. However, The last house on the Left was a little hard to watch because of the rape scene. what do you think of these movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Shoe of the dAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are some Jessica Sim&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Scm3nSmly9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/LyponJFCzRU/s1600-h/jessica_simpson_booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316982720724061138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Scm3nSmly9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/LyponJFCzRU/s320/jessica_simpson_booties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pson booties. ARen't they adorable? They are prim and proper,but sexxxy at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-603917261006833764?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/603917261006833764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=603917261006833764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/603917261006833764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/603917261006833764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-full-of-movies.html' title='A week full of movies'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Scm2HeTCX5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hQlSgByah9M/s72-c/522826413_7b799625fc_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8239418643929551995</id><published>2009-03-18T00:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:14:28.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scammed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ScB_imyfvlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZxTLVZYIUok/s1600-h/beer-beggar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314387792801807954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ScB_imyfvlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZxTLVZYIUok/s320/beer-beggar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so the other day&lt;/span&gt; i was at Walmart and as i was about to get into my car to leave, this woman came up to me and asked me for a couple of dollars so she could buy gas because her car broke down. Me being me, i gave her my last few dollars. Well just a few minutes ago i was at Walmart again and tell me why i saw that exact same woman wandering around the parking lot approaching cars and giving what i bet was the same sob story she gave me. GRRRR!!! This makes me soooo angry. I gave her my last few dollars, thinking i was helping out somebody in worse shape than i, when in fact she was just preying on my kindness . Ugh. Sorta makes me think twice the next time i try to help out a stranger. People like that make me sick!! Oh and i want my money back!! (I could have bought a big Mac meal or something with that money)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ScCCkaJAlCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3HzH40w5VNY/s1600-h/2966045938_6db2911214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314391122301195298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ScCCkaJAlCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3HzH40w5VNY/s320/2966045938_6db2911214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Mama!!! Bom chica wawa. Here is a pair of Christian Louboutin python platform pump from Paris. I want these sooooo bad. What do u think?&lt;br /&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/8385757207384111623-8239418643929551995?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8239418643929551995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8239418643929551995&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8239418643929551995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8239418643929551995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/scammed.html' title='Scammed!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/ScB_imyfvlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZxTLVZYIUok/s72-c/beer-beggar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-846613794682294981</id><published>2009-03-15T15:44:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:09:01.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1bXheybzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VFGYRsTN0Kw/s1600-h/SDC11314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313503595049676594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1bXheybzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VFGYRsTN0Kw/s320/SDC11314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well i've tried my hand at crafting and this is the result. Yeah, i haven't finished it yet (and i don't think i will) . I'm kind of a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1c0LGMbrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BsPmKhco96w/s1600-h/Victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313505186768776882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1c0LGMbrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BsPmKhco96w/s320/Victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These shoes are hotttt. Don't they look like something a Barbie would wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oll.state.oh.us/content_files_user/96616/3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313508142956374770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1fgPwPavI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2aeWtvxpAuE/s320/3149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dad wants to buy me a gun (yeah, like i'm annie oakley *eye roll*) for protection, seeing as how there had been a lot of rapes on campus lately. i told him i didnt want one though cause i'm sure if something did happen i wouldn't be like,"o wait, let me get me gun. ok, now let's start from the top." Plus, i've never even touched a gun. I'm scared of them. I'm scared i'd accidentaly shoot myself, instead of the crazy person attacking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-846613794682294981?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/846613794682294981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=846613794682294981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/846613794682294981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/846613794682294981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/crafting.html' title='Crafting'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sb1bXheybzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VFGYRsTN0Kw/s72-c/SDC11314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8081680934898976216</id><published>2009-03-15T01:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:56:31.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Woooo!!! I'm on Spring Break Now. Unfortunately, i'm not going to Mexico or anywhere wonderful like that. Instead, i'm stuck here in the boring, 'boro :( It's all good though because i can get alot of work done. Ntways. I don't have a shoe of the day, or anything interesting to write about cause i've been busy napping the day away. Ok. I'm out. I'll try to have something to write about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8081680934898976216?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8081680934898976216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8081680934898976216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8081680934898976216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8081680934898976216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-9127102901899894987</id><published>2009-03-10T19:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:29:05.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbbzJ_ZXTZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Eeu0I6YjR5Y/s1600-h/image28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311700163492269458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbbzJ_ZXTZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Eeu0I6YjR5Y/s320/image28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i had the unfortunateness (yeah, i know that's not a word) of trying candy from Mexico and let me tell you.....it sucked. It was supposed to be strawberry flavored with chile in the inside. it was gross. Other people who'd also tried it spit it in the trash. yep, that's how yucky it was. Safe to say, I won't be trying that mess again. Oh and i gave my boyfriend one later, just to be evil. wahahaha!!!hehehe. He thought they were gross too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stuck in an Elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, i got stuck in an elevator yesterday in the school &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sbb02dLB1SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VhwHOLZO9bk/s1600-h/ele.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311702026911077666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sbb02dLB1SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VhwHOLZO9bk/s320/ele.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;library, which was cool until the elevator started jerking up and down. Then it wasn't so cool. I started freaking out, thinking it would crash at any minute (hmm someone's been watching one too many soap operas). I could just picture it crashing to the bottom of the elevator shaft, crushing my delicate body in the process and then hearing my boyfriend call my name as he searched through the rubble to find my mangled body.lol. In the end, the elevator starting working again and i made it out safely. I was kinda embarrassed though cause i had been like a big baby the whole time. (Teary eyed and everything) *shhhh don't tell anyone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311704044730637858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sbb2r6Is3iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7710Ah9lwwc/s320/thigh-high-heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These look like they'd make your legs sweat. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-9127102901899894987?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/9127102901899894987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=9127102901899894987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9127102901899894987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/9127102901899894987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/mexican-candy.html' title='Mexican Candy'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbbzJ_ZXTZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Eeu0I6YjR5Y/s72-c/image28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1831678416387988667</id><published>2009-03-08T23:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:50:41.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSN5IpZ9eI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlU3ABEpKHQ/s1600-h/Moes%2520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311025873289868770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSN5IpZ9eI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlU3ABEpKHQ/s320/Moes%2520logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, i took my boyfriend to Moe's. I know it's nothing fancy,but i did what i could. (I went with my bestie and her boyfriend and made it a double date.) Unfortunately, we got there like twenty minutes before it closed so the workers were wiping down tables when we went to sit down with our food. I also had a little trouble getting water out of the soda machine; i ended up with lemonade instead of water. Yeah so then i felt really bad the rest of the night and was paranoid the police were going to burst through the door and arrest me for stealing lemonade. I didnt mean to,but then i wasnt about to waste that good ol' minute maid lemonade. I opted instead to drink all of its deliciousness. Yep people, I have a bad side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSRqtcPV4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9xzwhTiXgDc/s1600-h/PT8cWW02Dawlgdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311030023515232130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSRqtcPV4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/9xzwhTiXgDc/s320/PT8cWW02Dawlgdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving along. I now have a favorite conditioner, John Frieda's Frizz-ease Straight Ahead daily conditioner. It makes my hair feel soft and quite straight after washing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/debuts/3047630650/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311026604120129970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSOjrM6wbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJBMGiDujkY/s320/3047630650_e69ea9be1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are a pair of Christian Louboutin, (you know the shoes with the red bottoms.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-1831678416387988667?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1831678416387988667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1831678416387988667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1831678416387988667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1831678416387988667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/moes.html' title='Moe&apos;s'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbSN5IpZ9eI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlU3ABEpKHQ/s72-c/Moes%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-5665989588871051436</id><published>2009-03-06T13:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:04:48.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbFxjNzv9oI/AAAAAAAAAII/jDGf5OXZMvw/s1600-h/tade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310150285462599298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbFxjNzv9oI/AAAAAAAAAII/jDGf5OXZMvw/s320/tade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is starting off pretty good. The weather is nice, didn't have any classes today and its Friday!!! Outside of my window, I can hear the sounds of people cutting grass, which reminds me of the wonderful days of sitting in class on a hot summer day waiting for recess. *yeah i miss being a kid sometimes* Ntways. I think i'm going to go to the movies tonight and see that new movie, Taken. . It looks like it'll be really good. It got a 7/10 on imdb, plus i love "manly" movies where theres a little ass kickin'. lol. I think Bruce Willis is so hot in Die Hard ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shoe of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbFzasssBGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PxiBlJ-1UNc/s1600-h/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310152338158912610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbFzasssBGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PxiBlJ-1UNc/s320/shoes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These shoes make me think of the movie, Thunderdome for some reason. Hmmm?  What do you think?&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/8385757207384111623-5665989588871051436?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/5665989588871051436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=5665989588871051436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5665989588871051436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/5665989588871051436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SbFxjNzv9oI/AAAAAAAAAII/jDGf5OXZMvw/s72-c/tade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7919726403302285589</id><published>2009-03-04T22:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:33:54.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful,Dirty,Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beautiful, dirty dirty rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah i wish i was...well maybe not dirty. wow i just realized i haven't been posting,but there's a reason for it. i've been a little busy trying to get all my stuff together so i can graduate. Wooo!!! I'm gonna be a college graduate. Wait, i'll be graduating into a big scary poor world :( Noooo!!! bring back the days of being a naive teen. jk. moving along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take my boyfriend out to dinner Friday,but i don't know where yet. Of course it won't be anything expensive. Maybe something Italian.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/strph/2303243197/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309549995590506482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sa9PlvxZV_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lqXOl-PAqko/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is a pic of a delicious chicken alfredo lasagna i saw on flickr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i almost forgot. I got the new Lily Allen cd the other day from my friend Marshall and i must say i really like it. I've been spinning that cd (not really cause who buys cds these days?) ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miss-me/3079885341/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309550206716468178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sa9PyCRv29I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UdC2ye86j3U/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sa9PyCRv29I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UdC2ye86j3U/s1600-h/3.JPG"&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/8385757207384111623-7919726403302285589?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7919726403302285589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7919726403302285589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7919726403302285589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7919726403302285589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-dirty-dirty-rich.html' title='Beautiful,Dirty,Rich'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sa9PlvxZV_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/lqXOl-PAqko/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-8565673278376850252</id><published>2009-03-01T17:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:34:46.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snow&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SasG_baOj7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eb6D29YDCeM/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308344272545550258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SasG_baOj7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eb6D29YDCeM/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today it snowed in my home town. Unfortunately, i wasn't there to see it. I wish i could though, cause i've only seen snow once my entire life. Yep, it doesn't snow much in Georgia. It barely gets cold in the winter here. Growing up, i always wanted to be like those kids in the movies and go sledding, make snow men, and have snowball fights. Hmm, i'm going to Quebec,Canada soon. Maybe i'll get to experience some real winter weather there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                 I found this pic on flickr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-8565673278376850252?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/8565673278376850252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=8565673278376850252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8565673278376850252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/8565673278376850252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow!!'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SasG_baOj7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eb6D29YDCeM/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7133798424932226800</id><published>2009-02-27T19:28:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:47:18.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/item.aspx?id=48673"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307642948034126834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiJI-AuY_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RedvFyDTI0M/s320/steve+madden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more Steve Madden shoes. I love how they have that Dominatrix feel ( did i spell that right? o well im too lazy to go google it) anyways. I want these soooo bad,but they're 129.00 *sighs* One day i'll be able to afford shoes like this...hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Savannah this last weekend and i had a great time. My friends and i walke&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiG56Rhd8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ho2finKnlzE/s1600-h/SDC11044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307640490309547970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiG56Rhd8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ho2finKnlzE/s320/SDC11044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d around the historical part and explored all the girly shops. Here are a few pics from one of the stores we went to called Nourish. At nourish they sell nice homemade soaps and lotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiHRuxys6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_uqsT8xecJY/s1600-h/SDC11064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307640899540530082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiHRuxys6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_uqsT8xecJY/s320/SDC11064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiHRuxys6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_uqsT8xecJY/s1600-h/SDC11064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiH9OIFzGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZegK6kWTvsI/s1600-h/SDC11019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307641646689930338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiH9OIFzGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZegK6kWTvsI/s320/SDC11019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiHuTweUdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/On82xINPpCc/s1600-h/SDC11049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307641390503449042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiHuTweUdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/On82xINPpCc/s320/SDC11049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8385757207384111623-7133798424932226800?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7133798424932226800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7133798424932226800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7133798424932226800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7133798424932226800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/savannah-trip.html' title='Savannah Trip'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaiJI-AuY_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RedvFyDTI0M/s72-c/steve+madden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-6413817914587879366</id><published>2009-02-26T20:12:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:11:13.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sac_TPzwziI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bdTWX6PuzEQ/s1600-h/shayla%27s+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307280285773123106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sac_TPzwziI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bdTWX6PuzEQ/s320/shayla%27s+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Birthday Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well my birthday was Tuesday and so that's why i haven't been writing as usual, (yep i was getting smashed. naw i'm just kidding) but anyways. My friends surprised me with a birthday cake when i got home and then took me to my favorite restaurant, El Sombrero. However, before they burst in, I'd just eaten some Subway soooo basically i was a rolly polly by the end of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadIjuRg01I/AAAAAAAAAGg/D0CJFvu3_as/s1600-h/nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307290464433525586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadIjuRg01I/AAAAAAAAAGg/D0CJFvu3_as/s320/nachos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadIqsu_X3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJ1JuUjLTxY/s1600-h/crap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307290584279375730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadIqsu_X3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MJ1JuUjLTxY/s320/crap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadCtYoloxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SwHYcjV_jQY/s1600-h/crap.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/item.aspx?id=47285"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307288491031939218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadGw2x6SJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H_-IX5W2iT8/s320/steve+madden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOO these are sooo cute. There another pair of Steve Maddens. Hmm. I'm starting to notice a trend. anyways you can find these at stevemadden.com. I wonder however if they'd look funny once you put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SadCtYoloxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SwHYcjV_jQY/s1600-h/crap.JPG"&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/8385757207384111623-6413817914587879366?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/6413817914587879366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=6413817914587879366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6413817914587879366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/6413817914587879366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-cake-well-my-birthday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/Sac_TPzwziI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bdTWX6PuzEQ/s72-c/shayla%27s+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-7016719133901868401</id><published>2009-02-22T18:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:35:36.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shoe of the DAy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305763754482224498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaHcBggOTXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_ZxaOI4qoQk/s320/galoshes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Galoshes!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't you just love them? I know i do. I think they're fun, plus they keep your toes dry on those rainy days, so how can u go wrong? Whenever i wear mine, i always splash around in puddles like a little kid. Yeah, i'm twenty one,but i still think it's fun. Moving along.&lt;/span&gt; ( i found this pic on flickr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaHe2A_R5OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RHNnLtBF_Sw/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305766855578871010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaHe2A_R5OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RHNnLtBF_Sw/s320/cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is Tuesday!! I'm gonna be twenty two. Wooo! I'm ready for my birthday cake, which i'm sure my lovely friends (hehehe) will bake me. I can already taste that deliciously sweet frosting. anyways, here is a cute cake i found on the internet at flickr.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-7016719133901868401?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/7016719133901868401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=7016719133901868401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7016719133901868401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/7016719133901868401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/shoe-of-day-galoshes-dont-you-just-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SaHcBggOTXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_ZxaOI4qoQk/s72-c/galoshes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-3922507849170396568</id><published>2009-02-20T02:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:36:25.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ5fOzIHveI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ONn9gKI3jwI/s1600-h/jap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304782118936100322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ5fOzIHveI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ONn9gKI3jwI/s320/jap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Richmond Hill for some Japanese food. This will be my first time ever having it so i'm pretty stoked, and a little wary at the same time. Oh well, i'll see if its any good tomorrow. (found this pic on flickr.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ5h90zpHwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h4KxmZ6U-Yg/s1600-h/2245449577_0b34bd9438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304785125864185602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ5h90zpHwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h4KxmZ6U-Yg/s320/2245449577_0b34bd9438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Shoe of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the shoe of the day. What do you think? Do you love the playfullness of the crochet strawberries or do you hate the played out polka dots? I don't like them,but i can so see my aunt Hazel (yeah,my granny named her Hazel) wearing these. She loves ugly ish. That said. I'm off to bed. Hmm, that rhymed..... (found this pic on flickr.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385757207384111623-3922507849170396568?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/3922507849170396568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=3922507849170396568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3922507849170396568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/3922507849170396568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/japanese-food.html' title='Japanese Food'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ5fOzIHveI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ONn9gKI3jwI/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-4887465237050861558</id><published>2009-02-19T01:58:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:33:32.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>My room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/stevemadden.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304400449188884770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0EGshTcSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-JWfeZ7SsC0/s320/steve_madden_shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to do a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shoe of the day&lt;/span&gt;. Yay!!! Well here goes nothing. These are a pair of Steve Madden platforms (stevemadden.com). They're sexy aren't they? I can just picture myself falling on my tail trying to wear these. This then leads me to ask you, do you ever buy a pair of shoes like these, knowing you'll never wear them? I know i do. I can't help it though. I don't feel girly unless i have a bazillion pair of unwearable heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to my room. This being my last year in college, i decided to try to make my room look decent at least. I bought a new comforter and everything. Yay me!!! Here are some pics of my room. I know it doesn't look like anything out of a magazine,but i think i did the best i could as a poor college student.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0FwTLOy7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cd_hPNZi_VM/s1600-h/S5006025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304402263451552690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0FwTLOy7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cd_hPNZi_VM/s320/S5006025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and i only use lamp light in my room. you can't tell in the picture though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0G1lb3CNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FBXiwVMlFL4/s1600-h/S5006027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304403453764110546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0G1lb3CNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FBXiwVMlFL4/s320/S5006027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my bathroom. I was going for a French theme,but then the money ran out and so this is the results. One french shower curtain : ( Oh and please don't pay any attention to the ugly towels. Thanks :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8385757207384111623-4887465237050861558?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/4887465237050861558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=4887465237050861558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4887465237050861558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/4887465237050861558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-room.html' title='My room'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZ0EGshTcSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-JWfeZ7SsC0/s72-c/steve_madden_shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385757207384111623.post-1459859045604165698</id><published>2009-02-18T18:01:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:43:00.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/claude-peschel-dutombe/490027375/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304278313340451842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZyVBdB3PAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5VdyNGmKuw8/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for summer time to roll around again because I miss those lazy days where you just lie in bed an cuddle all day. I don't like having to wear stuffy boots. I'm wanting to to bust out the trus&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZyXYS3qwOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U2rl-D3wrjk/s1600-h/toes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304280904773583074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZyXYS3qwOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U2rl-D3wrjk/s320/toes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ty flip flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh love. What can i say? It's amazing. it's one of the greatest feelings in the world. It's what makes you forgive your boyfriend for being late to every single date and forgetting your anniversary. It's what makes him tell you you're beautiful when you know you look like crap and say to "I love you" when you're not the nicest person. Then there's that feeling you get by just touching your lips to his. You're left sighing inside at the thought of the next and a smile is brought to your face. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304285084058808546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZybLj66cOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RtvNOC3pG4U/s320/love.JPG" border="0" /&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/8385757207384111623-1459859045604165698?l=lamourfrancais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/feeds/1459859045604165698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385757207384111623&amp;postID=1459859045604165698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1459859045604165698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385757207384111623/posts/default/1459859045604165698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamourfrancais.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Live, Laugh, Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372144388471332041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZnekRxrTMI/AAAAAAAAABA/p1OPYaFugjc/S220/S5004942.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G6doUP0hT8w/SZyVBdB3PAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5VdyNGmKuw8/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
