<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404</id><updated>2009-11-02T22:38:43.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Commentary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2067270930792195838</id><published>2009-11-02T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:09:00.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Lunch break...</title><content type='html'>I blink. Once. Twice. I stare at the empty soup cup in front of me. I turn and note, with a shock, the time. One hour has passed. How has a whole hour passed? I was just sitting here... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I haven't been sleeping well. I haven't had time to go to KSW. Thesis is stressing me out because I'm finding it extremely challenging to get data from my target group and also to find applicable information. It's so hard to work once I get home because I'm so tired. I've completely stopped cooking. I bring something to microwave for lunch -- today was Campbell's Select Harvest New England Clam Chowder. Delicious. I eat whatever Kevin makes, or I eat bread, cheddar cheese and pepperoni (I am actually quite fond of this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unwind by reading or blogging. And, then, it's time for bed. What? How did that happen? I get lost in time and have to go to sleep. And I'm still stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-2067270930792195838?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2067270930792195838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2067270930792195838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2067270930792195838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2067270930792195838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunch-break.html' title='Lunch break...'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-3763847586522745507</id><published>2009-11-01T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:11:24.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Random pix from the CT Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start of the drive! It's about 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44pcMvtgI/AAAAAAAAHps/Fy82jjmkIFA/s1600-h/S6303863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44pcMvtgI/AAAAAAAAHps/Fy82jjmkIFA/s320/S6303863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315287859246594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun showing up to the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44poUrjqI/AAAAAAAAHp0/jl9R8_ljqRY/s1600-h/S6303880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44poUrjqI/AAAAAAAAHp0/jl9R8_ljqRY/s320/S6303880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315291113754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Süper-hünd is going to need some more Red Bull if he's going to stay awake for his share of driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44pwKuP0I/AAAAAAAAHp8/eLQD3XKYkIE/s1600-h/S6303886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44pwKuP0I/AAAAAAAAHp8/eLQD3XKYkIE/s320/S6303886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315293219471170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this building. I don't know what it is, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44qOUezjI/AAAAAAAAHqE/EKSKAAAn0So/s1600-h/S6303895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44qOUezjI/AAAAAAAAHqE/EKSKAAAn0So/s320/S6303895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315301313465906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tunnel in VA or MD. Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44qsEwW7I/AAAAAAAAHqM/NSgT2eofn4M/s1600-h/S6303934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44qsEwW7I/AAAAAAAAHqM/NSgT2eofn4M/s320/S6303934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315309300571058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Süper-hünd breaking into the beef jerky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47rYLGVZI/AAAAAAAAHq0/nWa8Qj5wFMY/s1600-h/S6303889.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/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47rYLGVZI/AAAAAAAAHq0/nWa8Qj5wFMY/s320/S6303889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318619673220498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hawt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47rECYgwI/AAAAAAAAHqs/nn7JejrNJRk/s1600-h/S6303892.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/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47rECYgwI/AAAAAAAAHqs/nn7JejrNJRk/s320/S6303892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318614267953922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete E. Pie in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47q0RYU6I/AAAAAAAAHqk/J8XEdufExEY/s1600-h/S6303907.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/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47q0RYU6I/AAAAAAAAHqk/J8XEdufExEY/s320/S6303907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318610035889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some graffiti in VA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47qsN9IiI/AAAAAAAAHqc/g7Jq-cvUXWg/s1600-h/S6303898.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/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47qsN9IiI/AAAAAAAAHqc/g7Jq-cvUXWg/s320/S6303898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318607874040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel companions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47qfWJZrI/AAAAAAAAHqU/IYQ0n_tnhao/s1600-h/S6303953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su47qfWJZrI/AAAAAAAAHqU/IYQ0n_tnhao/s320/S6303953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318604418737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelkittyproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;I need a travel kitty....&lt;/a&gt; Someone buy me one for x-mas&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/3700404-3763847586522745507?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3763847586522745507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=3763847586522745507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3763847586522745507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3763847586522745507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-pix-from-ct-trip.html' title='Random pix from the CT Trip'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Su44pcMvtgI/AAAAAAAAHps/Fy82jjmkIFA/s72-c/S6303863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-6907204034613499578</id><published>2009-11-01T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:35:36.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickies'/><title type='text'>How much sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1812420,00.html"&gt;Shit. I'm going to sleep from midnight to six thirty from now on. That's an extra 1.5 hours in my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-6907204034613499578?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6907204034613499578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=6907204034613499578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6907204034613499578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6907204034613499578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-much-sleep.html' title='How much sleep?'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7282471262222894816</id><published>2009-11-01T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:49:00.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Twin Ion Engine</title><content type='html'>Next to the Value Village on Independance, there is a Goodwill that sells by the pound. $1.39/lb, I think. You can get a pound of clothing for the price of a drip coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was there, I picked up a long pink and cream Victoria's Secrets robe. It's a large, so it's pretty big on me. And it didn't have a sash. That's what Boyfriend's tie is for! I absolutely love this robe. It's huge and silky and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VHn_JSI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/Zf556gnPaFY/s1600-h/S6304286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VHn_JSI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/Zf556gnPaFY/s200/S6304286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398606853250688290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VoZuMLI/AAAAAAAAHng/z-98FtrjZmQ/s1600-h/S6304291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VoZuMLI/AAAAAAAAHng/z-98FtrjZmQ/s200/S6304291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398606862049226930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VfmledI/AAAAAAAAHnY/SlRNEdAlilo/s1600-h/S6304290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VfmledI/AAAAAAAAHnY/SlRNEdAlilo/s200/S6304290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398606859687262674" 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/3700404-7282471262222894816?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7282471262222894816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7282471262222894816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7282471262222894816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7282471262222894816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/11/twin-ion-engine.html' title='Twin Ion Engine'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu0VHn_JSI/AAAAAAAAHnQ/Zf556gnPaFY/s72-c/S6304286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2168712362061473794</id><published>2009-10-31T00:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:37:34.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Nine dolla</title><content type='html'>At Just Cuts, next to Bi-Lo, BAC students can get their hair cut for $9.00. My hair is straight across and I'm getting tired of it. So, I'm going in. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuvCOg0DfmI/AAAAAAAAHpE/IPBEasvffg8/s1600-h/layered-hair-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuvCOg0DfmI/AAAAAAAAHpE/IPBEasvffg8/s400/layered-hair-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398622132915895906" 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/3700404-2168712362061473794?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2168712362061473794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2168712362061473794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2168712362061473794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2168712362061473794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/nine-dolla.html' title='Nine dolla'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuvCOg0DfmI/AAAAAAAAHpE/IPBEasvffg8/s72-c/layered-hair-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-8851367518735447659</id><published>2009-10-30T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:11:11.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Ex-heifer</title><content type='html'>I was driving home, wearing my cream and black dress and printed black tight. Dresses have a tendency to ride up quite high while I'm in the car. It can be embarrassing when getting out if you're not away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down while at a stop light and realized that I didn't have heifer legs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down and thought: "Damn, my legs are hawt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2jidCw9I/AAAAAAAAHno/DQgSN4DtipE/s1600-h/S6304544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2jidCw9I/AAAAAAAAHno/DQgSN4DtipE/s200/S6304544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609299993969618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you think so, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kaJp4gI/AAAAAAAAHn4/jNtJT8LEh5Q/s1600-h/S6304547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kaJp4gI/AAAAAAAAHn4/jNtJT8LEh5Q/s200/S6304547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609314945032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kgt803I/AAAAAAAAHoA/CZh8QNhXwzE/s1600-h/S6304549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kgt803I/AAAAAAAAHoA/CZh8QNhXwzE/s200/S6304549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609316707881842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kGfjkQI/AAAAAAAAHnw/zzOVX-kP1ZQ/s1600-h/S6304545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2kGfjkQI/AAAAAAAAHnw/zzOVX-kP1ZQ/s200/S6304545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609309668184322" 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/3700404-8851367518735447659?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8851367518735447659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=8851367518735447659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8851367518735447659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8851367518735447659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/ex-heifer.html' title='Ex-heifer'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suu2jidCw9I/AAAAAAAAHno/DQgSN4DtipE/s72-c/S6304544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7489748369932660044</id><published>2009-10-30T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:13:38.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Thank you, Oprah!</title><content type='html'>Would you like to know why blogs are so awesome? Yes. Yes, you would. Blogs are awesome because they let us know about freaking sweet deals. Such as getting &lt;a href="http://thebudgetbabe.com/archives/1960-Oprah.com-Coupon-50%25-Off-at-Payless.html"&gt;50% off your entire purchase at Payless&lt;/a&gt;. Or &lt;a href="http://www.coupongeek.net/2009/10/victorias-secret-free-beauty-rush-lip.html"&gt;Free Beauty Rush Lip gloss&lt;/a&gt;. Yes. Blogs are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oprah put out a coupon for everyone to get 50% off of EVERYTHING at Payless. I should've taken better advantage, and dude! I totally wanted to! But they were sold out of slouchy boots by the time I got there. So, I just picked up a pair of black knit legwarmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk2vQkz5I/AAAAAAAAHnE/QZ3ZQa2GQ08/s1600-h/S6304551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk2vQkz5I/AAAAAAAAHnE/QZ3ZQa2GQ08/s200/S6304551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398589838639550354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "Cool."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "They're cute, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: "You look kind of like a goat."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stamp my feet*&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: *uproarious laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but he was teasing. I can see the goat bit. But, they're so very cute. You can also throw them over ankle boots. Or in ankle boots to look like knee high socks. Or you know, leg warmers inside boots. You can toss them in tall boots.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt; I just tried this. Just now. I'm wearing it. And, it looks pretty cool. wait.... Okay, I put on a white knit mini dress think. Okay. Yeah, this is hot. I'll take photos of this. I think I'll do a post of pix of different ways to wear leggings and boots. Well, you know, I'll mean to, but I'll probably never get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's outfit:&lt;br /&gt;The first picture shows you why I have to put my hands on my hips. Otherwise: no waist! I look like a fatty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk1-AYAmI/AAAAAAAAHms/gl2eNTZ5hYE/s1600-h/S6304555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk1-AYAmI/AAAAAAAAHms/gl2eNTZ5hYE/s200/S6304555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398589825418265186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk2EYUKdI/AAAAAAAAHm8/G-KMHRWAwPc/s1600-h/S6304562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk2EYUKdI/AAAAAAAAHm8/G-KMHRWAwPc/s200/S6304562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398589827129289170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk1x9XE3I/AAAAAAAAHm0/n2sPcZ_5LRA/s1600-h/S6304557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk1x9XE3I/AAAAAAAAHm0/n2sPcZ_5LRA/s200/S6304557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398589822184395634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printed Chiffon Dress by Xhilaration (Target)&lt;br /&gt;Black printed tights by George (Walmart) (it's a dark print)&lt;br /&gt;Black Patent Pumps by Mossimo&lt;br /&gt;Legwarmers from Payless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-7489748369932660044?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7489748369932660044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7489748369932660044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7489748369932660044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7489748369932660044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-oprah.html' title='Thank you, Oprah!'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suuk2vQkz5I/AAAAAAAAHnE/QZ3ZQa2GQ08/s72-c/S6304551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2907989245954627869</id><published>2009-10-29T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:15:18.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Aqua. Aqua aqua aqua. Funny word.</title><content type='html'>I cannot express to you how well my outfit came together on Wednesday. The aqua of the tank was an amazing exact match to the aqua in the print on the top! It's such a great fit, because there is very little aqua in the top and the tank accent pulled it out nicely. The greens and browns in the top coordinated with my shoes and my pants. All in all, a very nice outfit. I'm fond of it.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhIncRFbI/AAAAAAAAHmM/HNzmK6APfas/s1600-h/S6304536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhIncRFbI/AAAAAAAAHmM/HNzmK6APfas/s200/S6304536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585747732239794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhIdek6cI/AAAAAAAAHmE/IHyjv2632sw/s1600-h/S6304535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhIdek6cI/AAAAAAAAHmE/IHyjv2632sw/s200/S6304535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585745057573314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printed top by To The Max&lt;br /&gt;Aqua tank by New York and Co&lt;br /&gt;Cordory Pants by Ann Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Olive Peacock Naughty Monkey Pumps&lt;br /&gt;Faux Pearl Necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my Walmart has some George and NOBO tights on clearance! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is of George trouser socks (but I have them pulled all the way up (knee high), and cropped the photo so it looks like hose! I'll just wear them with pants though.)&lt;br /&gt;The second and third photos feature polka dot tights by NOBO. The color is "Mercury." Super cool. I lurve these tights.&lt;br /&gt;Cost? The trou socks were  $1, the tights were $2.50. I also got some black printed tights, will show you in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhJXg5SgI/AAAAAAAAHmk/98eZn1RDdYk/s1600-h/S6304534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhJXg5SgI/AAAAAAAAHmk/98eZn1RDdYk/s200/S6304534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585760636553730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhJJFFqpI/AAAAAAAAHmc/J-CEr-QqRQA/s1600-h/S6304528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhJJFFqpI/AAAAAAAAHmc/J-CEr-QqRQA/s200/S6304528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585756761827986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhI4KoITI/AAAAAAAAHmU/nCpRYVRBHKw/s1600-h/S6304519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhI4KoITI/AAAAAAAAHmU/nCpRYVRBHKw/s200/S6304519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398585752221655346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like! Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-2907989245954627869?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2907989245954627869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2907989245954627869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2907989245954627869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2907989245954627869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/aqua-aqua-aqua-aqua-funny-word.html' title='Aqua. Aqua aqua aqua. Funny word.'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuuhIncRFbI/AAAAAAAAHmM/HNzmK6APfas/s72-c/S6304536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-5349122616516037232</id><published>2009-10-28T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:22:00.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Black, black, and more black.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I wear too much black, but I'm a big fan of this outfit. It could've been improved with one of those wide stretchy belts, but I don't own one. I'd like one in red, to go with this, though. But black would go with so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this dress is super ridiculous hotness. (Boyfriend thinks so, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory AM bathroom shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezaNj2h3I/AAAAAAAAHks/RACQwxK0vNQ/s1600-h/S6304480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezaNj2h3I/AAAAAAAAHks/RACQwxK0vNQ/s200/S6304480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397479941324834674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pix during my lunch break. Same sweater from yesterday. I really mostly wore the sweater all day. My desk is right next to a window and it's chilly. Also, the middle pic is me not realizing that my camera was taking two shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezv-uDV2I/AAAAAAAAHlc/AovmscMXCAI/s1600-h/S6304506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezv-uDV2I/AAAAAAAAHlc/AovmscMXCAI/s200/S6304506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397480315298207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezvp_wn8I/AAAAAAAAHlU/j7zjqdNx3Gg/s1600-h/S6304503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezvp_wn8I/AAAAAAAAHlU/j7zjqdNx3Gg/s200/S6304503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397480309735333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezay-d2FI/AAAAAAAAHlE/cTtlmjRyBJg/s1600-h/S6304499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Suezay-d2FI/AAAAAAAAHlE/cTtlmjRyBJg/s200/S6304499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397479951368575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why I thought this pose was a good idea. I'll keep my hands down from now on. Although, with the sweater, that would make my waist invisible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezbQWgxBI/AAAAAAAAHlM/N7YTGcwFe6E/s1600-h/S6304502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezbQWgxBI/AAAAAAAAHlM/N7YTGcwFe6E/s200/S6304502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397479959254058002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezatZsqvI/AAAAAAAAHk0/Qjgk9fLbH5U/s1600-h/S6304483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezatZsqvI/AAAAAAAAHk0/Qjgk9fLbH5U/s200/S6304483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397479949872179954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purse was lent/given to me by Mama. I don't know if she'll want it back at some point. SEXY BOOTS. Actually, the look a little funny in this pic. But trust me, they're sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweater Dress, Target, $14.00&lt;br /&gt;Black Leggings, Forever 21, $2.99 (seriously. On clearance)&lt;br /&gt;Black Tall Boots, Off Broadway, $40.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-5349122616516037232?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/5349122616516037232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=5349122616516037232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/5349122616516037232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/5349122616516037232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-black-and-more-black.html' title='Black, black, and more black.'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuezaNj2h3I/AAAAAAAAHks/RACQwxK0vNQ/s72-c/S6304480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-6147175218558414373</id><published>2009-10-27T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:10:19.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Saturday, what a day....</title><content type='html'>Saturday, I did a test run in my skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, sassin' the boys, as I am wont to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click for larger image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDcky__I/AAAAAAAAHjk/wTiIp5waat4/s1600-h/S6304422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDcky__I/AAAAAAAAHjk/wTiIp5waat4/s200/S6304422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471853636943858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDvwB3LI/AAAAAAAAHjs/q4MXSygyc1o/s1600-h/S6304423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDvwB3LI/AAAAAAAAHjs/q4MXSygyc1o/s200/S6304423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471858784328882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(these aren't posed, I actually was sassin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory bathroom photos, which I fail at. (come on, how hard can it be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesvTkx6XI/AAAAAAAAHj8/xc5aSw4wk64/s1600-h/S6304421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesvTkx6XI/AAAAAAAAHj8/xc5aSw4wk64/s200/S6304421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397472607135197554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesvSiTcYI/AAAAAAAAHkE/vshSJSIXXTU/s1600-h/S6304429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesvSiTcYI/AAAAAAAAHkE/vshSJSIXXTU/s200/S6304429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397472606856376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple close ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesC3mMKJI/AAAAAAAAHjc/SvTlWnbNNIo/s1600-h/S6304418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesC3mMKJI/AAAAAAAAHjc/SvTlWnbNNIo/s200/S6304418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471843710675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDwAT5HI/AAAAAAAAHj0/_OYHzz4m9wA/s1600-h/S6304424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDwAT5HI/AAAAAAAAHj0/_OYHzz4m9wA/s200/S6304424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471858852619378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I DO THIS? Can you wear skinny jeans with ankle boots??? Well, I did it. There it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bee-tee-dubs, there's another one for you, Tiffasaurus)&lt;/span&gt;, my socks matched my tank, though the former is completely hidden and the latter is partially concealed. I did that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Super Skinny Jeans, Forever 21, $9.50&lt;br /&gt;Basic Black Scoopneck Tee, Forever 21, $3.99 (clearance)&lt;br /&gt;Basic Blue Spaghetti Tank, Forever 21, $2.50&lt;br /&gt;Black Leather Ankle Boots, St. John's Bay, $20? It's been a while, but I'm pretty sure I got them on serious sale.&lt;br /&gt;Pink and Black Scarf, Mama, FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day, I was sporting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesCgJ0__I/AAAAAAAAHjU/VEXKmTvYtFE/s1600-h/S6304356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesCgJ0__I/AAAAAAAAHjU/VEXKmTvYtFE/s200/S6304356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471837417701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SueuKksZM8I/AAAAAAAAHkM/7pw4KE9n2fU/s1600-h/S6304355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SueuKksZM8I/AAAAAAAAHkM/7pw4KE9n2fU/s200/S6304355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474175098631106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That second photo is totally in honor of Tiffasaurus. I think there is a nigh identical pic of her somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Cardigan, Forever 21, $6 or $7 on clearance&lt;br /&gt;Black Fans Trendy Tee, Steve &amp;amp; Barry's, $3 on closeout sale (damn, I wish that store was still open)&lt;br /&gt;Blue and Purple Braided Scarf, Mama, Free!&lt;br /&gt;Jackie O Sunglasses, Walmart, $5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said I looked "stylish." Keeping in mind, my dad isn't real into fashion, but, you know, I felt pretty trendy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-6147175218558414373?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6147175218558414373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=6147175218558414373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6147175218558414373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6147175218558414373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-what-day.html' title='Saturday, what a day....'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SuesDcky__I/AAAAAAAAHjk/wTiIp5waat4/s72-c/S6304422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-3400039570029192685</id><published>2009-10-26T13:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:23:22.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Lunch break</title><content type='html'>I bought some skinny jeans. I'm not sure how to wear them. So, I'll be taking photos this week and posting them of my outfits and you have to tell me what you think, plz. I feel quite hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm not wearing skinny jeans. I'm at work people!!! I'm wearing olive green slacks from City Street (J.C. Penney) and a l/s navy scoop neck tee from Heritage 1981 (Forever 21). I'm cozied up with a grey knit sweater from St. John's Bay (J.C. Penney) that is too small, but has a belt to keep it on. On my feet: some Gold sandals from Worthington (J.C. Penney... yeah, guess where I used to work!?!). No makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is my A.M. attempt at a photo. I really suck at taking pix in the mirror, I think. The last two were after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click for larger image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo460L3SI/AAAAAAAAHic/1meQ_jQvOsA/s1600-h/S6304430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo460L3SI/AAAAAAAAHic/1meQ_jQvOsA/s200/S6304430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468374241107234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo5r7zsTI/AAAAAAAAHis/mvZAcqmSGFQ/s1600-h/S6304472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo5r7zsTI/AAAAAAAAHis/mvZAcqmSGFQ/s200/S6304472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468387426414898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo5LIMZJI/AAAAAAAAHik/IqePVn5LSFU/s1600-h/S6304469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo5LIMZJI/AAAAAAAAHik/IqePVn5LSFU/s200/S6304469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468378619995282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the shoes I should've worn to work: &lt;a href="http://www.naughty-monkey.com/"&gt;Naughty Monkey&lt;/a&gt; Paris Stroll Pumps in an Olive Peacock Print; Off Broadway, $25. Sooo sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo6P8cq4I/AAAAAAAAHi8/Kz8aEEQZTB8/s1600-h/S6304449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo6P8cq4I/AAAAAAAAHi8/Kz8aEEQZTB8/s200/S6304449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468397092776834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueqv8QHveI/AAAAAAAAHjM/C5NbCyERGwI/s1600-h/S6304460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueqv8QHveI/AAAAAAAAHjM/C5NbCyERGwI/s200/S6304460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470419031145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SueqvvjGCPI/AAAAAAAAHjE/KWJG3qWPXCM/s1600-h/S6304461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SueqvvjGCPI/AAAAAAAAHjE/KWJG3qWPXCM/s200/S6304461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470415621064946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, these are the shoes I did wear. (hem pulled up so you can see the shoe). God, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo56_lrWI/AAAAAAAAHi0/iIVqcC8X-7E/s1600-h/S6304474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo56_lrWI/AAAAAAAAHi0/iIVqcC8X-7E/s200/S6304474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397468391468805474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, a bit casual, yeah? But tomorrow, I've got something good for y'all. I want feedback on these outfits, also. Not altogether sure what I'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-3400039570029192685?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3400039570029192685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=3400039570029192685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3400039570029192685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3400039570029192685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunch-break.html' title='Lunch break'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/Sueo460L3SI/AAAAAAAAHic/1meQ_jQvOsA/s72-c/S6304430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-830363491534562199</id><published>2009-10-26T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:35:14.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Clover needs cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://suzannemcminn.com/"&gt;Chickens in the Road&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite blogs. They live on a farm and have some really wonderful animals and really great stories. The author, Suzanne, is applying to get the "Good Mood Gig" with SAM-e. She really deserves it because she totally brightens up my mood and the mood of so many others whenever they read her blog! I -- and Suzanne, of course! -- would dreally appreciate it if you guys could vote for her as often as possible (every day!). She started at the bottom and signed up late, but now she is in SECOND PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go vote for Suzanne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sam-e.com/job/profile/718"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sam-e.com/images/content/vote_for_me_badge.jpg" alt="Vote for Me" border="0" height="236" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sam-e.com/job/profile/718"&gt;Good Mood Gig&lt;/a&gt; from SAM-e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-830363491534562199?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/830363491534562199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=830363491534562199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/830363491534562199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/830363491534562199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/clover-needs-cookies.html' title='Clover needs cookies!'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7932638777905333267</id><published>2009-10-23T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:29:00.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk nerdy to me'/><title type='text'>"Stay a while, and listen"</title><content type='html'>Deckard Cain is one of a few characters who is found in both Diablo I and Diablo II. Also reoccuring are Wirt, and I think Raven? I actually haven't played Diablo I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's been playing Diablo I for a little bit today. A couple years ago, a few of us from the school decided we needed more reasons to procrastinate, so we reintroduced ourselves to Diablo II: Lord of Destruction. We've both wasted good portions of our lives playing that &lt;strike&gt;wonderful&lt;/strike&gt; wonderfully addicting game. Laying here, listening to him play, I'm struck by how familiar I am with the sounds emminating from his computer. I sit up to check out the screen and I'm struck by just how similar the scene is. It's nothing special, but the graphics look just like D2. Apparently there was little updating in the sound or the graphics between the first and second games. I can't complain too much, though. If Blizzard had gone on to improve the graphics and sound, I'm sure they'd have done a kick-ass job, but Diablo II would still be in development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blizzard takes a long time to release their shit," Boyfriend tells me. "Just look how long it took StarCraft II to come out."&lt;br /&gt;"Is it out?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they've just announce the release date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words: no. And who knows, if they haven't even announced the date for D3, if it'll be released any time this decade (probably not) or this century (dear Xenu, I hope so)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-7932638777905333267?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7932638777905333267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7932638777905333267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7932638777905333267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7932638777905333267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/stay-while-and-listen.html' title='&quot;Stay a while, and listen&quot;'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1861176437850898789</id><published>2009-10-22T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:29:11.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RuffleJob'/><title type='text'>That which we call a rose...</title><content type='html'>We keep track of all embroidery orders in an Excel spreadsheet. We've done hundreds. I copy and pasted the names into a new .xls the other day and sorted ascending. Every name that appears &gt;5x is hereby stricken from the "Potential Names For the Daughter I Never Intend To Have" list. (God, I don't know what the heck to do with a baby. Don't care much to know, thank you very much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These names include (in no particular order): Ava, Emma, Ella, Sophia, Sophie (among others). Holy crap, these are popular names. When I was an infant, the list would've read "Jennifer, Christina, Jessica." A few years ago it would've had Madison's aplenty. What is popular changes constantly, it's just kinda interesting. My name, I'm pleased to say, hasn't been in the high ranking numbers for quite a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-1861176437850898789?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1861176437850898789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1861176437850898789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1861176437850898789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1861176437850898789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-which-we-call-rose.html' title='That which we call a rose...'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1901729869636854104</id><published>2009-10-19T14:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:14:33.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Lunch Break: October 19th</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm on my lunch break. I thought that, since I don't blog very much and I spend my whole lunch hour on the computer reading web comics, I could just do a little daily blurb. This will often include girly parts about clothes and makeup. Or I might just be bitching about some RuffleProblems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've got these sweet new jeans. They're a dark, dark wash with two buttons on the pocket (almost give it the sailor pants look). Paired with a basic cotton knit longsleeve scoop neck tee and black ankle length boots. The pants were tailored by my mother to be long enough for either my 4 inch or 2 inch heels. I'll tell you what, I'm comfy, but I feel professional today. Especially when I walk on tile. Man, I love how heels sound on tile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some Covergirl TruConceal and TruBlend Pressed Powder (shade 3, if anyone /Tiffasaurus/ is curious). I was out of concealer and I wanted to be able to just wear a little bit of makeup, instead of foundation. This works for me. Conceal a few spots, follow with pressed powder. Most days I'll wear a neutral lip and just groom my brows with a clear mascara. Some days, I'll toss on a colorful lippie and mascara and we're good. If I'm feeling fancy, I'll use blush and eye liner as well. Today is a neutral lip kinda day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking freezing, though. I'm glad I brought a sweater. It was 33º this morning. I can't believe I'm going to northern Michigan in one month. This week, the highs in Traverse city range from 43º-55º. This week, the highs in Belmont range from 65º-73º. THAT'S TWENTY DEGREES COLDER HOLY CRAP. I'm going to WEAR my down comforter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-1901729869636854104?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1901729869636854104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1901729869636854104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1901729869636854104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1901729869636854104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunch-break-october-19th.html' title='Lunch Break: October 19th'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7749250797924298063</id><published>2009-10-10T18:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:53:27.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Wardrobe Oxygen</title><content type='html'>Every woman who reads my blog must read this list immediately. You can skim what I've posted or, better yet, click the link below and read the whole article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wardrobeoxygen.com/2005/06/staples-for-every-womans-wardrobe.html"&gt;Staples for Every Woman's Wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Black Tailored Pantsuit i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n Seasonless Fabric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the fabric of men's suits. It's a fabric that is smooth, doesn't wrinkle easily, looks good in winter and in summer. You want an equivalent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Black Se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asonless &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;users&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are trousers that go with a fun top for a night out, with a twinset for work, with a cute jacket and tank for dinner, with a sweater for a jaunt to the mall. Sometimes it's nice to give the jeans a vacation and dress up a smidge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and I Don't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean ANY S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ort o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A slightly vintage look is always flattering, and will be less likely to show wear as you wash and wear these jeans month after month. Darker means slimmer, and more stylish. Toss your faded jeans, your high waisted jeans, your tapered jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Jeans Again - But Th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ese Have a Totally Different Purpose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeans are not just for everyday, jeans have become haute couture. Not all of us can afford a pair of $250 denim, but we can acquire a pair that is a bit more refined, a bit nicer, reserved for special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Black Heeled Boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heels may be hard to get used to at first, but they make you walk straighter, they make your clothes hang better, your butt looks better, your calves more toned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Black Leather Pumps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay to go with comfort over trends with these pumps. Just don't forgo heel height. Think feminine, think classic. Think "What Would Jackie Wear?" Jackie wouldn't wear 4" stilettos in patent leather, but she wouldn't wear dowdy black microfiber elastic shoes with a clunky heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So Little Black Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This dress is your "in a pinch" dress. With pearls you are ready for a day wedding. With a cardigan, it's perfect for a christening or funeral. Add jet beads and dangly earrings and you are dressed for your company holiday party. A white oxford underneath some styles, and the dress becomes a sassy jumper appropriate for the workplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Silver Hoop Earrings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing jazzes up a simple outfit better than a visible pair of hoops. They add shine and sparkle, make a simple top and pants into a "look," and dress up everything in your wardrobe. Wear with your simple black dress for your company's holiday party, your merino v-neck and skirt for a date, with a simple tank and jeans for a night out with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Black or Gray Merino V-neck Sweater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Having a basic like black or gray is a must - this is a color that will not go out of style. I have a merino v-neck in charcoal from J. Crew that I purchased in college and still wear a decade later. The merino v-neck will replace your sweatshirts, faded knit pullovers and bulky cotton sweaters; it is just as comfortable but far more refined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Trendy Skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This skirt will jazz up your simple merino v-neck or tee shirt, it will add pizazz to your simple button-downs, sweaters and jackets. A fun skirt can add necessary humor, personality and even formality to a very basic wardrobe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Trendy Jacket/Blazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing pulls basics together and makes an outfit better than a jacket. A simple ribbed tank and jeans is appropriate for lunch with friends when topped with a blazer. Your basic black pants and a simple tee is work-appropriate when matched with a jacket. When it's fun, funky and "trendy," it takes basics to the next level and adds your personality to your wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Slim V-neck Sweater in a Signature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This sweater will brighten the most gloomy days if you chose the right color. It can be worn with skirts, jeans, work pants, capris. With the right accessories it can work for a luncheon, work, the mall, the weekend, a cookout and even a cocktail party. Since it's your signature color, you probably won't ever tire of the color, making it a wardrobe mainstay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Signature Accessory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A signature piece has some heft to it - it is noticed by others and helps define your personal style. This is not a delicate gold chain with a small heart, it's not the Tiffany bracelet that every other woman in America owns, and it is not your wedding set. This is something that you add to the picture, something that takes your staples and makes them a wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. A Sparkly/Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning Shell or Top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A great evening top will get miles and years of wear. Under your basic black suit, you are ready for a company event or cocktail party. With a simple black or ivory skirt, you're dressed for a wedding. Pair it with black pants or dark jeans, you have a great outfit for a night of dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. The Perfect Tee - or Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tee is not from Fruit of the Loom, it is not unisex, and it is most likely not 100% cotton. These are tees that are refined, feminine and flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Well-fitting Wool Winter Coat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep your parka for your ski trips and snowball fights in your backyard. You need a coat that will work for every other occasion in your life. We don't have the money or the room to house a closet-full of coats, so it's best to invest in one coat that will work for every occasion that takes place in the colder months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Great Fitting Bras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are bras for romantic evenings, bras that have pretty straps to wear with tanks. Bras that match your panties, bras to wear to the gym. This bra is not any of those. This is a bra that makes your bustline look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It may not be the sexiest bra, but when worn under a slim sweater, it makes you look taller, younger and slimmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Panty Line-free Underwear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing ruins an outfit more than the wrong foundations. You now have the right bras, you now need the right underwear. Baggy, wrinkled or binding underwear DOES show, even through jeans and can ruin your figure as well as your outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. A Pashmina or Wrap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think this doesn't fit your lifestyle or personality? Think again. In the right color and weight, this item may get more wear than your favorite pair of jeans. With sundresses to ward off an evening breeze, with cocktail dresses year-round it's a great coverup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Clutch Purse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black is a safe bet for a clutch, but this is a great chance to show your personality. A beautiful printed silk, a quirky beaded design, sequined Pucci-inspired pattern, vintage brocade... you'll find an interesting fabric or print will get more mileage and be more versatile than a basic piece, and doesn't then have to coordinate with your shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Daily Purse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once a week or so, you should go through you bag and remove all the superfluous things that get caught in there - ATM receipts, gum wrappers, the 20 pens and 15 lip glosses that collect through a week, lint-covered tissues... you get the idea. Your daily bag should have what you need on a daily basis and no more. It's great to have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://womanwardrobeneeds.blogspot.com/2007/08/purse-survival-kit.html"&gt;purse survival kit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, but you don't need to keep all the contents of your kitchen's junk drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Sexy Sh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oes That Can be Worn for at Least Five Hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise you, they really do exist! These shoes are sassier than your traditional leather pumps. Maybe a strappy heel in a matte gold, possibly a peeptoe heel in black satin. These shoes will take your basic black dress from day to evening, make your work suit suddenly cocktail party-appropriate, and even jazz up jeans and a sparkly top for a night out on the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Sunglasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunglasses protect your eyes from glare and from sun damage. A large pair is good because they will also protect the skin around your eyes from the elements. Sunglasses are far more chic than squinting, and they pull an outfit together. Somehow that bit of mystery does really add to one's appeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 15 of the items on this list: pants, jeans, boots, pumps, black dress, black sweater, skirt, jacket, colored sweater, accessory (pearl necklace), panties, wrap, daily purse, sexy shoes, and sunglasses. Some are not the fanciest. The jeans, pumps, and skirt are second hand. Both sweaters, the dress and the boots are from those trendy cheap stores in the malls (Forever 21, Body Shop kinda stores). The pants, panties, sunglasses and sexy shoes are from Target or Walmart. The accessory and wrap were gifts. The purse is from TJ Maxx (where else!). The only pricy thing on this list is the jacket. It's this wonderful red leather jacket I splurged on and absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm adding the other 10 items to my shopping list and hopefully I can get some great deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Suit&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going to go with my friend who works at Dress Barn and get a nice suit for 40% off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Jeans and Evening Top&lt;/span&gt;: These are low on my list, but J.C. Penny has a couple sexy trendy brands like Bisou Bisou which are sure to have good finds in this category. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Hoops&lt;/span&gt;: Also low on my list. I like (somewhat) dramatic dangly earrings. I would go far enough to say that such earrings are a second signature accessory for when I'm not wearing the pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wool Winter Coat&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, well I just got a really wonderful trench coat with a full skirt, so I'm satisfied for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Fitting Bra&lt;/span&gt;: A desperate need. I recently lost around 30 lbs and all my bras are rather ill fitted. I hate spending but seeing as I've finally lost all the weight, I suppose I can finally get a good bra. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutch&lt;/span&gt;: I don't go out much. I wonder if Mama would give me one of her sparkly sequined clutches... I usually end up borrowing one for every party that we go to anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work in an office every day, I suggest purchasing two pairs of black pants. The Old Navy Ponte Trousers are excellent, I hear. I don't have a pair but plan on picking one up. I also recommend a good black belt. I wear one every single day. Also a desperate need. I ended up wearing Boyfriend's belt to work the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3700404-7749250797924298063?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7749250797924298063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7749250797924298063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7749250797924298063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7749250797924298063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/wardrobe-oxygen.html' title='Wardrobe Oxygen'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7888328701423319511</id><published>2009-10-09T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:21:10.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RuffleJob'/><title type='text'>Mundane Friday Afternoons</title><content type='html'>I sit down at my desk and put the mail tote on the floor. It's brimming with bloomers. The clock blinks at me: 5:26. I'm supposed to leave at half past today, but I really want to get this one last package out. I pick up a bloomer. No obvious stains. Ruffles properly attached and all. I peek at the tag. Sized right. I place it in the pile, by order of size. 2T on the bottom, face down, 18-24m, 12-18m, 6-12m face up, 3-6m. Make sure they all fit nice and neat into a plastic bag. I repeat this process 50 times or so in just under 20 minutes, unless there are quality issues. Those can eat at my minutes. Luckily, this batch is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tape up a box, place the product inside and weigh it. Write it down, or else I'll forget. It doesn't take much to distract me. I want everything in this order to be particularly good, because it's for a new store. I stick in a glossy poster so that everyone who comes into their store can see just how cute our products are. I include a couple pens so that every time they had a customer a pen to sign a credit slip, they think of our company. Plus they write in purple ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull up the fedex website and start typing in the information. It's nearing 5:50. I still have to stop by the bank and fedex before 6pm. I print out the shipping label. Seal up the box with our signature tape and affix the prepaid Fedex label. 3 boxes, totaling around 20 lbs. I should do two trips, but I'm in a hurry. I grab my pea coat and keys, sling my purse over my shoulder. I glance at my desk. Is there anything that can be completely lost and/or forgotten when it's shoved unceremoniously into a drawer on Sunday?* No. Good. I crouch down and grasp the bottom box, stand and make my way to the door. This is the tricky part, but once I get out, I see Mark walk into the office. He offers help, but I decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just close the door behind me," I call.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Nice carry!" he calls, amused. The boxes loom over my head.&lt;br /&gt;"See you Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boxes are worked into my truck and I hurry out of the neighborhood, down Sharonview to Colony to Fairview to Sharon. I think of the boxes in my trunk. I glance at the clock. 5:56. Oh. I cross my fingers and hope that the Ground truck will still be at the Fedex/Kinkos when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a deposit slip, so I pass my driver's license and paycheck through to the teller. He looks up my address and give me a funny look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When's the last time you used your account?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.. this morning. Yes, $5.00 at Circle K." Apparently my account shows as closed. I turn the car off and wiggle my way out of the car without scratching the door on the drive-up walls. I stowed my pea coat with the boxes and must retrieve my debit card from the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account is sorted out. He explains that there is a second account opened in my middle name for the same address on my license. I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother, that's my mother's old account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat as he cashes my check and passes my money and cards back. I idle in the driveway, waiting to pull out onto Sharon Road. 6:04pm. The Fedex Ground truck glides past me, headed away from the Sharon Rd Fedex. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt; I continue to idle. Making a quick decision, I turn right on red and catch up to the truck, hoping to follow it to it's next stop. Surely it will stop at another Fedex and I won't just be following it for miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, it stops at Providence Rd. My favorite Fedex. They're nice at this location. They tend to ignore you at Sharon Rd and you place your prepaid packages by the counter and swear that if they don't arrive at the location you're holding those rude employees accountable. At Providence Rd, they will even chat with you and wish you a nice weekend. Maybe they're happier people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive home. I'm tired. I want to eat ice cream and laze about in bed. And, you know, tell you all about my afternoon in nauseating detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;In case you're at all wondering, I'm packing a wholesale order.  I sit down once or twice a week and knock out all that have come in that week. I actually packed 5 orders, but two are going via USPS International Priority. During packing, my desk is covered in ruffles of all types. This is a fraction of my actual job. Maybe tomorrow, I'll tell you all about emailing customers to explain to them that their items are on back order, won't that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really I love my job. It might sound a little mundane, but I like doing office work. I like the fact that, when the RuffleBosses' parents are in town (like today) they can hang out with their parents and not worry about what's going on at the office. Mrs. RuffleBoss is a ridiculously busy woman and I have no clue how she does it. Lots of coffee, I presume. But I like that by working my RuffleJob full time, it gives her time to be not only a CEO but a mom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Things are shoved unceremoniously in drawers every Sunday because there is a showing. I'm still missing things that were hidden one weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-7888328701423319511?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7888328701423319511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7888328701423319511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7888328701423319511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7888328701423319511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/mundane-friday-afternoons.html' title='Mundane Friday Afternoons'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2899983863881065538</id><published>2009-10-09T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:53:42.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Bi Weekly Budget: 100909 - 102309</title><content type='html'>Latest paycheck= 661.50. Small because I was out 2 days. I get my bonus on the 15th. My pay raise goes into effect with the next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct 09-22 Budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily&lt;br /&gt;$70 - Gas ($20+ the usual because I'm going home for the weekend)&lt;br /&gt;$30 - Food&lt;br /&gt;$20 - Misc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've taken out the "Clothes" and "Home" sections, because I'm trying to use as little money as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bills&lt;br /&gt;Electricity - $40&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend - $60&lt;br /&gt;Credit card -$? hammering out a deal with daddy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Total = $100 (so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other&lt;br /&gt;$50 - graduation&lt;br /&gt;$75 - for car stuff&lt;br /&gt;$15 - Dinner before Dawkins&lt;br /&gt;Total = $140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$661.50-$360 = $301.50&lt;br /&gt;So, I can take that amount and put part of it towards my contract with daddy and part towards savings. I need to be saving for a new car and I'd like to put at least 50% down. So, I'd like to get $3000 in saving before I start looking. I need to put $250 in savings each month to do. I'll start by putting my bonus in each 15th. Should be at least $100/month there. Then $75 from each paycheck. Hopefully I can put more than $75/check away each month, so I can save up faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-2899983863881065538?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2899983863881065538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2899983863881065538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2899983863881065538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2899983863881065538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/10/bi-weekly-budget-100909-102309.html' title='Bi Weekly Budget: 100909 - 102309'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2470567026043111574</id><published>2009-09-06T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:54:26.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><title type='text'>Azuki</title><content type='html'>Pistachio is one of my favorite ice cream flavors. Red bean is up there as well. I enjoy what my friend called "Dry Foods" ice cream. Almond and saffron ice cream, he said. Oh my. This I must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a particularly difficult time trying to find Pistachio ice cream. But they were serving some home-made pistachio ice cream at the India festival -- pricey, but deliciously worth it. I'm going to try an Indian grocery store and see if they have some there. Boyfriend some of my ice cream. Not a fan. This is a good thing. MOAR FOR MEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, if I'm going to spend money on ice cream, I'm going to go ahead and get these delicious flavors that are so hard to find. NOMNOMNOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-2470567026043111574?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2470567026043111574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2470567026043111574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2470567026043111574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2470567026043111574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/09/azuki.html' title='Azuki'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-546166868374556712</id><published>2009-09-06T18:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:54:38.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickies'/><title type='text'>zzzzz</title><content type='html'>I'm incredibly sore. I've been in bed all day, except when I've got up for food or a piss. My legs hurt. My bum really hurts. It's quite good though. Because I'm working, I snack less during the day. Because I'm taking KSW, I'm burning plenty of calories. It's rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I haven't been doing anything. I've been doing some reading (on Ashwinder). Watching Boyfriend Spore. You know... Important Things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is tired. It's making my mind tired. ... zzzzz can't talk. sleeping.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-546166868374556712?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/546166868374556712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=546166868374556712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/546166868374556712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/546166868374556712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/09/zzzzz.html' title='zzzzz'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-486192908276697911</id><published>2009-08-31T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:30:39.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex/sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RuffleJob'/><title type='text'>Engendered... lol</title><content type='html'>So, I absolutely have not blogged in a long time. Right now, I'm still at my RuffleJob, but I'm off the clock. I get off at 4:30 on Mondays, but I don't have to be at KSW until 6:15. Which means I leave here at 5:45. I've got about 1 hour to kill right now. I'll probably leave at 5:30. Either way, I'm basically blogging because I'm procrastinating from working on my thesis. I guess I'll work on it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thesis is on how one's pre-college educational environment effects the attitudes toward traditional gender roles that one develops. Pretty exciting. I accidentally used the word engendered when writing about my topic the other day. I wasn't sure if it was a pun. I had to ask the boyfriend. I'm not very good at these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my biggest issue is finding an appropriate measurement of one's attitude toward traditional gender roles. I'd like to stop by the school and do an inter-library loan on a couple books, but the man who works the library at night is incompetent. I have a violent reaction towards incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may end up coming up with my own study. I've found various studies which I think would work, but some must be administered by a licensed psychologist, or simply someone with a grad degree. I am neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on it. (Finding a survey, not becoming a licensed psychologist.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-486192908276697911?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/486192908276697911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=486192908276697911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/486192908276697911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/486192908276697911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/engendered-lol.html' title='Engendered... lol'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-3468745623539982335</id><published>2009-08-11T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:59:23.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Dugas Loves Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SoIFuwM0-7I/AAAAAAAAHgw/SuQQzTV57Ls/s1600-h/dugas+loves+ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SoIFuwM0-7I/AAAAAAAAHgw/SuQQzTV57Ls/s400/dugas+loves+ethan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368860006549879730" 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/3700404-3468745623539982335?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3468745623539982335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=3468745623539982335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3468745623539982335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3468745623539982335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/dugas-loves-ethan.html' title='Dugas Loves Ethan'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SoIFuwM0-7I/AAAAAAAAHgw/SuQQzTV57Ls/s72-c/dugas+loves+ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-6435446198289543432</id><published>2009-08-11T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:26:15.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RuffleJob'/><title type='text'>Business Professional</title><content type='html'>Apparently, that is what I am now. I get business cards soon. For all your ruffly needs. I've found that I rather enjoy joining the rest of the suits and skirts on the daily commute. I listen to the radio and drink my coffee, run through my never ending To Do list. I realize that I have a "real job" now. It's pretty sweet. I have tons of responsibility that I never had before; if I screw up here, it effects more than just me and my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am often asking for MORE responsibility. "Whatever I can do..." I mention to my BossLady, a mother and owner of a small business. Every week here is more crazy than the last, she's told me. It's so true. I'm still learning... learning a lot. Tomorrow, I have to call a bunch of people who applied to become retailers. "I'm kind of unsure...." What do I ask? What do I say? Suggestions and answer for their many questions? "And, that's okay!" says BossMan. I'm not supposed to know it all right away. "We kinda threw you to the wolves," they've said to me on more than one occasion. But, I'm a fast learning. In fact, I already got a raise! And in the mornings, I have another employee to help me pack orders. Pretty sweet. Except I'm training someone... on something I was trained on two weeks ago. I just became somewhat self-sufficient. But, they must think me capable or else they wouldn't give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. For reals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-6435446198289543432?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6435446198289543432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=6435446198289543432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6435446198289543432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6435446198289543432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/08/business-professional.html' title='Business Professional'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2001071835181134967</id><published>2009-07-22T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:12:55.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes and Such'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>A Grown-up Survey</title><content type='html'>Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids?! 'Have you ever kissed someone? Missed someone? Told someone you loved them? Drank alcohol?' 38 questions for the people who are a little older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What bill do you hate paying the most? &lt;/span&gt;As if there is one I enjoy paying? Oh, very well. Credit card bills. They remind me of previous idiotic mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?&lt;/span&gt; Oh that's easy. We only ever go to Sakura. We went on Thursday night! It was wonderfully delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What do you really want to be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt; Well, not much. I guess if I didn't want to be doing this survey, I wouldn't be doing it. I wish I was hanging out with Kevvy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4. How many colleges did you attend?&lt;/span&gt; Three. A community college, then transferred to BAC, then moved to Anderson (Anderson University), then got homesick for BAC and went back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now?&lt;/span&gt; Umm, I am not wearing a shirt. I am wearing a robe. I recently got out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What are your thoughts on gas prices? &lt;/span&gt;They are about $0.30 lower in Greenville!!! No fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. First thought when the alarm went off this morning?&lt;/span&gt; Whuuu? What? You expected something coherent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt; I GET TO SLEEP IN TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Do you miss being a child?&lt;/span&gt; No! I like being an adult very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What errand/chore do you despise?&lt;/span&gt; ALL OF THEM! I really don't like cleaning the bathroom, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Would you rather get up early or sleep in? &lt;/span&gt;I would rather be able to get up early. I feel like I have more time in my day. This involves going to sleep early. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you found real love yet?&lt;/span&gt; I'd say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Favorite lunch meat?&lt;/span&gt; Turkey. The turkey with the crushed pepper on the edges, you know? Nom nom nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart?&lt;/span&gt; Food, usually. That is where I do my grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Beach or lake?&lt;/span&gt; Lake. I miss spending warm summer Saturdays on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual?&lt;/span&gt; Not personally, but I don't think it's for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives?&lt;/span&gt; Oh my god, neither, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. With what famous person would you like to have dinner?&lt;/span&gt; Ummm, this is a hard one, I'm not real celebrity crazy or anything. Maybe the CEO of Zappos! He just sold his company to Amazon. Very smart dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Have you ever crashed your vehicle?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I fell asleep and I woke up and it was flipped. I was seventeen. I haven't had any accidents since that age, actually. No, you know, backing into houses or anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?&lt;/span&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Ring tone?&lt;/span&gt; Umm, some bizzaro thing on my cell phone. The least annoying one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth?&lt;/span&gt; I guess outside? I've had to brush my teeth outside when camping. But, you know, nothing too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Somewhere in California you've never been and would like to go?&lt;/span&gt; Well, I've driven past Lake Tahoe, but I'd really like to spend some time there. Absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Do you go to church?&lt;/span&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. At this point in your life would you rather start a new career or a new relationship?&lt;/span&gt; NEITHER! I am super super happy with both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. How old are you?&lt;/span&gt; 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you have a go to person? &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Cote. When I'm having issues, I email her immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Are you where you want to be in life?&lt;/span&gt; Mostly. I'd like to have a little more in savings and a little less in debt, but other than financially, I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Growing up, what were your favorite cartoons? &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I loved Scooby Doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What about you do you think has changed the most?&lt;/span&gt; My mental health, for sure. It's been a bit of a roller coaster, but I'm doing extremely well these days. I'm not having any more issues and I'm not on medication anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Looking back at high school were they the best years of your life? &lt;/span&gt;NO. I mean, they were fun and all, but my friends in college are much better friends. My relationships are healthier. Everything is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Are there times you still feel like a kid?&lt;/span&gt; I can act like quite a brat sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Did you ever own troll dolls?&lt;/span&gt; I think Tiffasaurus and I had a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Did you ever have a pager?&lt;/span&gt; No! But Leo had one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Where was the hang out spot when you were a teenager? &lt;/span&gt;Uhh, the mall I guess. My friends and I just hung out at each other's houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Were you the type of kid you would want your children to hang out with?&lt;/span&gt; Well, in some ways yes and some ways know. I was a free thinker and also strove for academic success, but I was also interested in pushing certain. It would've been better if I had had guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36.Who do you think impacted your life the most?&lt;/span&gt; One of my early boyfriends had greater effects than he realized, for the better. He's also one of the few boyfriends I'm still friends with. Also, my current friends had and continue to have huge effects on my life. And Dr. Cote. Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Was there a teacher or authority figure that stood out for you?&lt;/span&gt; lol, Dr. Cote! In high school, Dr. Dillingham. All the other students weren't too keen on her (that's being rather kind, actually. They still talk about her quite rudely. Seriously, it was high school. Get over it.) but she pushed me to do better and to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Do you tell stories that start with “when I was your age..."?&lt;/span&gt; Kind of. When no one remembers the old nickelodian shows (Clarissa, Alex Mack, Pete &amp;amp; Pete) or cartoons (no one knew who Jem was, when I was Jem for halloween!! I mean... She's TRULY OUTRAGEOUS!) Oh, and when ten year olds have black berries. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMKT0gGEBJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMKT0gGEBJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="jftybmehydjnvgagnzqt" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMKT0gGEBJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="zybmhvgebjinwkjpburk" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMKT0gGEBJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3700404-2001071835181134967?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2001071835181134967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2001071835181134967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2001071835181134967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2001071835181134967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/07/grown-up-survey.html' title='A Grown-up Survey'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2913934211695171767</id><published>2009-07-19T21:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:15:41.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girly girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily etc...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos/Pix'/><title type='text'>Bridesmaid Dresses</title><content type='html'>Today I went shopping for a bridesmaid dress with my sister and another bridesmaid. We looked at a few other stores before going to David's Bridal; trying to find something cheaper that Tiff liked; but there weren't a lot of options. It's good, anyway, that we went to David's because the other bridesmaid lives in DC. She doesn't have to know what our dresses look like, she just need to find a dress in Watermelon (that's what color our dresses are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are my dress (halter) and Anne Marie's dress (strapless). We'll be wearing silver shoes, I'm getting a silver (really, more gray) sash and I am the ONLY ONE allowed to wear any rhinestones (like a rhinestone clip in my hair, or rhinestone jewelry) because I'm the maid of honor. And I didn't get a special dress. But that is okay. I like my dress. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M NOT JUST SAYING THAT TIFFASAURUS, JUST BECAUSE YOU, THE BRIDE, READ MY BLOG. I REALLY DO LIKE IT. MUCH BETTER THAN THE DRESS WITH THE ROSES ON THE STRAP.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SmPF8VJB-EI/AAAAAAAAHgM/e8goYVOtGqg/s1600-h/Marys_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SmPF8VJB-EI/AAAAAAAAHgM/e8goYVOtGqg/s400/Marys_dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345621758867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SmPF8ayNf1I/AAAAAAAAHgE/0q0K7Zx9IrY/s1600-h/annemaries_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SmPF8ayNf1I/AAAAAAAAHgE/0q0K7Zx9IrY/s400/annemaries_dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345623273766738" 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/3700404-2913934211695171767?l=marycommentary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2913934211695171767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2913934211695171767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2913934211695171767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2913934211695171767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2009/07/bridesmaid-dresses.html' title='Bridesmaid Dresses'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13686229394974305747'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CYrINixfSjI/SmPF8VJB-EI/AAAAAAAAHgM/e8goYVOtGqg/s72-c/Marys_dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>