<?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-5582903786783921864</id><updated>2009-11-16T15:38:01.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LaceyBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-748631426076073015</id><published>2009-11-16T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:00:01.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday how to'/><title type='text'>I'm not REALLY here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to spread the word about a little blog carnival myself and a few other fabulous ladies are hosting on Dec. 1st!  We want you all to join in with us... so listen listen here, dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tuesday December 1st,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we want to get a bunch of you folks to post a "Holiday How To".  Imagine how much everyone could gain from this!  Whaaaat, I can't wait to get some ideas!  For those of you who aren't crafty and are thinking this will be zero fun for you... I'm here to tell you that you're wrong!  SORRY... hate burstin' bubbles like that.  But this carnival isn't about crafts alone... it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW TO get through the Holidays&lt;/span&gt;!  A few things you can already expect to see on the list are, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to: Hair, Make-up, Fashion &amp;amp; yes... DIY gifts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatcha got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A food recipe?  Packing/Traveling tips?  Decorating tips?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A craft for kids?  Santa tips?  A cocktail recipe?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the merrier!  There can be multiples of whatever too... there's a different way to do everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who else is hosting?  Read the button :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lacey in Love" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff310/lacey_inthesky/howtobutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;form&gt;&lt;textarea rows="6" cols="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laceyinlove.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lacey in Love" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff310/lacey_inthesky/howtobutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/form&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab the button if you wish, spread the word to your friends!  Start thinking up your how-to  &amp;amp; Come over and link up with us on Dec. 1st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm guest posting for my bestie today over at &lt;a href="http://www.mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Dose!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SwBkZ9wZ7KI/AAAAAAAABZg/U1dSXPk2BOM/s1600-h/me+and+lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SwBkZ9wZ7KI/AAAAAAAABZg/U1dSXPk2BOM/s320/me+and+lu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404429950081690786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come give us some bloggy lovin' over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's &amp;amp; O's&lt;br /&gt;Lace&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/5582903786783921864-748631426076073015?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/748631426076073015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=748631426076073015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/748631426076073015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/748631426076073015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-really-here.html' title='I&apos;m not REALLY here...'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SwBkZ9wZ7KI/AAAAAAAABZg/U1dSXPk2BOM/s72-c/me+and+lu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-5167104143946099877</id><published>2009-11-14T13:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:49:16.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business shameless plug'/><title type='text'>Shop Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couple of things happening in the shop today!  A few new listings have gone up &amp;amp; I spiffed up banner all Christmas-like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbOGOu0I/AAAAAAAABYs/f4ID7owUI1Y/s1600-h/christmas+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 48px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbOGOu0I/AAAAAAAABYs/f4ID7owUI1Y/s400/christmas+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404051739648113474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eeep! I love it!  I think I'll be sad to change it back after Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8Mbo_L8MI/AAAAAAAABY8/ecySNY3uxR0/s1600-h/juju+andrew+sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8Mbo_L8MI/AAAAAAAABY8/ecySNY3uxR0/s400/juju+andrew+sil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404051746866327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbTjnRTI/AAAAAAAABY0/nCLX_KglmxM/s1600-h/juju+sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbTjnRTI/AAAAAAAABY0/nCLX_KglmxM/s400/juju+sil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404051741113533746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Silhouettes are only $10 and perfect for any parent or grandparent!  But wait!  I can do adults too... you could get the whole stinkin' family &amp;amp; hang them above the mantel! How cauuuute would that be?  If I had my own little family I would for sure have that goin' on :) (I can stand to wait... no problem, haha!)  They LOOK like ornaments, but they are actually embroidery hoops with fabric in them :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbMkaZsI/AAAAAAAABYk/pstSIjEDwAI/s1600-h/stocking+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbMkaZsI/AAAAAAAABYk/pstSIjEDwAI/s400/stocking+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404051739237836482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; This is the first of many different Christmas design Tees I have going up in the shop this week!  It can be personalized with your little ones name, just like their real stocking!  So so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;It's $19.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; you lucky ducks get free shipping b/c I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;Just send me a convo on Etsy &amp;amp; I'll make a listing just for you w/ free shipping.  Zilch, Zero, Nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Lace&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/5582903786783921864-5167104143946099877?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5167104143946099877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=5167104143946099877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5167104143946099877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5167104143946099877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/shop-talk.html' title='Shop Talk'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sv8MbOGOu0I/AAAAAAAABYs/f4ID7owUI1Y/s72-c/christmas+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-4712636023918283124</id><published>2009-11-12T22:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:23:58.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;d lick that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Gimme Gimme Gimme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heeeeyyyy... me again.  I've been seriously, super good this year.  I mean, not to toot my own horn or anything, but TOOT TOOT, have you met me?  Good girl is my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to put together a list for you a little earlier than normal this year.  Just to make sure you have an adequate amount of time, ya know... I'm lookin' out for you Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz0yDBRuCI/AAAAAAAABYM/Nn_FvaCuT8I/s1600-h/15960073_000_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz0yDBRuCI/AAAAAAAABYM/Nn_FvaCuT8I/s400/15960073_000_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403462793579051042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these... I want my house to be full of little kitschy things to make people smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They're from Urban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz0yIgUSSI/AAAAAAAABYE/J1t_7SyUtE0/s1600-h/13824040_00_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz0yIgUSSI/AAAAAAAABYE/J1t_7SyUtE0/s400/13824040_00_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403462795051419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still in love with this quilt from Urban Outfitters!  I showed it to my Mom and she said it was hideous... so tell me what you think!  Yay or Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvztO6tjHRI/AAAAAAAABXs/W-8IQ7DAb3Y/s1600-h/dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvztO6tjHRI/AAAAAAAABXs/W-8IQ7DAb3Y/s400/dresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403454493472005394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll take any or all of these from Mod Cloth.  I'm a 2 or 4... eyeball it, kthx.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzyezsNC6I/AAAAAAAABX8/vWd0OfNwFXY/s1600-h/M510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzyezsNC6I/AAAAAAAABX8/vWd0OfNwFXY/s400/M510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403460264023362466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Studio Fix powder/foundation from Mac.  Summer says I need it, and what Summer says goes... so yeah.  Must have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svzyer-671I/AAAAAAAABX0/MjvtYW-wgNo/s1600-h/68100658-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svzyer-671I/AAAAAAAABX0/MjvtYW-wgNo/s400/68100658-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403460261954383698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Jacket from F21&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzszSaJGmI/AAAAAAAABXk/BQtFGwLRe6I/s1600-h/lovely-by-sarah-jessica-parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzszSaJGmI/AAAAAAAABXk/BQtFGwLRe6I/s400/lovely-by-sarah-jessica-parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403454018796722786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking about this perfume.  I think that means I need it, right?&lt;br /&gt;If I were perfume, I'm pretty sure I'd be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzszJKXhsI/AAAAAAAABXc/s_xsABEo0yU/s1600-h/ipex-full-coverage-bra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvzszJKXhsI/AAAAAAAABXc/s_xsABEo0yU/s400/ipex-full-coverage-bra.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403454016314640066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In need of some new basic bras.  I'm all about Victoria's Secret Ipex.  Best bra I've ever found!  After much thinking about this(and many episodes of What Not To Wear &amp;amp; Oprah), I think maybe i need to go down to a 32 instead of a 34.  Gonna have to give that a whirl.  When measured I'm a 32... so, it seems right, right?  It's just hard to find a 32 in anything other than an A.  Any of you ever worked at VS or a lingerie shop and have some input for me?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz2s8Sjn9I/AAAAAAAABYU/bx6lF2iyWq0/s1600-h/20080708000430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz2s8Sjn9I/AAAAAAAABYU/bx6lF2iyWq0/s400/20080708000430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403464904896389074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah... and i want more moments that make me swoon.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Santa...&lt;br /&gt;if you could give my friends and family what they're wanting&lt;br /&gt;and needing this year, that'd be pretty great as well.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if they could all get everything they wanted...&lt;br /&gt;I could go without my silly little list.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except those three dresses, Santa.  I mean, let's not be crazy... I NEED those.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-4712636023918283124?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4712636023918283124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=4712636023918283124&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/4712636023918283124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/4712636023918283124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gimme-gimme-gimme.html' title='Gimme Gimme Gimme'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svz0yDBRuCI/AAAAAAAABYM/Nn_FvaCuT8I/s72-c/15960073_000_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-9177393636101722131</id><published>2009-11-11T23:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:21:43.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To Play The Quiet Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvupHHAbHbI/AAAAAAAABXM/nzlBsxZPgK4/s1600-h/20081008145038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvupHHAbHbI/AAAAAAAABXM/nzlBsxZPgK4/s400/20081008145038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403098117566045618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pssst...see you tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-9177393636101722131?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9177393636101722131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=9177393636101722131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9177393636101722131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9177393636101722131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-want-to-play-quiet-game.html' title='Do You Want To Play The Quiet Game?'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvupHHAbHbI/AAAAAAAABXM/nzlBsxZPgK4/s72-c/20081008145038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-4361831517176689996</id><published>2009-11-11T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:58:29.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty dirty googlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things people have googled just in the last few days that have brought them to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touching genitals while asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgB_idzsI/AAAAAAAABW8/gkztI9UBpLk/s1600-h/b-246536-al_bundy.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgB_idzsI/AAAAAAAABW8/gkztI9UBpLk/s320/b-246536-al_bundy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402736290336460482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat shits on bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one is totally Kristen's doing! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgBoXvwLI/AAAAAAAABW0/4uOAbecU2CU/s1600-h/my_cat_on_my_bed_by_cleo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgBoXvwLI/AAAAAAAABW0/4uOAbecU2CU/s320/my_cat_on_my_bed_by_cleo8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402736284117483698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do dates make you shit?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this has got to be my absolute all time fav.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgBcCc25I/AAAAAAAABWs/R102as4sRKQ/s1600-h/london_dating_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgBcCc25I/AAAAAAAABWs/R102as4sRKQ/s320/london_dating_couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402736280806939538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(She smiling, but holding her stomach ... we all know why now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, I've got some freaky freaky blog readers.  To be fair, I don't think they were really LOOKING to find me, but I bet once they did they were all, "Aww, how did I live before her?" Right? Right. (lie to me if you have to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really?  DO DATES MAKE YOU SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;(I get what they were looking for, but how did they get HERE?  Have I written about dating &amp;amp; shitting and don't remember it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight(it's Tuesday still), WG &amp;amp; I ran to Pet Smart, ate some Chili's(who doesn't love an all day/every day two for one drink special? Nobody, that's who.) and then we came home(his) &amp;amp; cuddled and watched tv.  He finally pulled the tv back out of his closet and it's kind of heavenly, no lie.  It's been a good night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, WG is going to become a rapper so he can say some obscene shit and get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I got a couple of commenters wanting to know how I did the little tacked note on yesterday's post, so listen listen here!&lt;br /&gt;I googled "loose leaf paper", searched the images and happened to see the tacked note.  Saved it.  Loaded it into picnic.com (you could use photobucket or photoshop) and put my text on there. Saved &amp;amp; posted!  &amp;amp; Taaa Daaa!  So no, it wasn't a cool program or anything... just had to do a few search &amp;amp; saves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-4361831517176689996?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4361831517176689996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=4361831517176689996&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/4361831517176689996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/4361831517176689996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-dirty-googlers.html' title='Dirty dirty googlers'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvpgB_idzsI/AAAAAAAABW8/gkztI9UBpLk/s72-c/b-246536-al_bundy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-3776001337373420706</id><published>2009-11-10T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:04:49.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Looking Out On The Morning Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;used to&lt;/strike&gt; feel so uninspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Monday painting as planned...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkbrdMGaqI/AAAAAAAABWU/yApKCtTXtu4/s1600-h/HPIM5562h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkbrdMGaqI/AAAAAAAABWU/yApKCtTXtu4/s400/HPIM5562h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402379661391325858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but my mood took a funky turn in the afternoon and it totally ruined my painting mojo.&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I am easily affected by others.&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, others moods.&lt;br /&gt;My mood can change from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 years old and just met JTT excited&lt;/span&gt; to, well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; in a matter of seconds when I'm around someone who's in a funk.&lt;br /&gt;Stop bringin' me down, gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my funky mood made me lose all the inspiration I had floating around in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;BUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;(I did doodle&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (what do you called doodling when you do it with a paint brush?) &lt;/span&gt;a cartoon of myself while i sat there waiting for creativity to strike... she came out sort of cute!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svkbr5umW3I/AAAAAAAABWk/S6by1A-AwpE/s1600-h/HPIM55592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Svkbr5umW3I/AAAAAAAABWk/S6by1A-AwpE/s400/HPIM55592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402379669052218226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also took a few pictures of my gorgeous niece Doll Face modeling one of my dresses.&lt;br /&gt;She rocked it.  She actually just took professional pictures in this dress, and I can't lie...&lt;br /&gt;that makes my heart swoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkbroRyfjI/AAAAAAAABWc/QvSluvLvyPA/s1600-h/HPIM55572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkbroRyfjI/AAAAAAAABWc/QvSluvLvyPA/s400/HPIM55572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402379664367975986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been creating things for about a year and a half now &amp;amp; it just never gets old to see someone using or displaying something I've made.  I once saw a little girl wearing a bib I'd made(it was given to her as a gift... I didn't know her) and I literally jumped up and down, grabbed my friend's arm  and was like, "Holy crap! I MADE THAT!"  Haha, love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there's a freaking tropical storm making it's way through the Gulf of Mexico right now.  I'd like to take a moment to write an open letter to Ida.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkHNcmLvZI/AAAAAAAABWM/oI_26IrYajE/s1600-h/Notebook_Paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkHNcmLvZI/AAAAAAAABWM/oI_26IrYajE/s400/Notebook_Paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402357155603660178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got your back FL, I've got your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Have any of you heard the Lily Allen song "F you very much"?  Oh my goodness, vulgar... in the cutest way possible.  How is that even possible?  I admit it lifted my funk a bit earlier, just giggling at it &amp;amp; dancing around :) ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Cool My Babies&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-3776001337373420706?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3776001337373420706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=3776001337373420706&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/3776001337373420706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/3776001337373420706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-out-on-morning-rain.html' title='Looking Out On The Morning Rain...'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvkbrdMGaqI/AAAAAAAABWU/yApKCtTXtu4/s72-c/HPIM5562h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-9100791131087557873</id><published>2009-11-08T23:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:50:57.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Lazy Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SveyhwJEYII/AAAAAAAABV8/B61i3FERMgs/s1600-h/6296_576175298424_50312873_34022407_7168116_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SveyhwJEYII/AAAAAAAABV8/B61i3FERMgs/s400/6296_576175298424_50312873_34022407_7168116_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401982570982563970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sves5YdH84I/AAAAAAAABV0/p0gXNiaGIoE/s1600-h/chriscramer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Sves5YdH84I/AAAAAAAABV0/p0gXNiaGIoE/s400/chriscramer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401976379871327106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo cred: Chris Cramer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Guy came and stayed with me Friday &amp;amp; Saturday.  We literally only left the house, couch and bed for food.  Well, I lie.  At one point  my body was sick of being horizontal, so I decided to do some head stands.... (duh, what else?) &amp;amp; it made WG wonder if he could do a head stand.  So there we were in the middle of my living room, taking turns doing head stands.  It's lovely having someone to be a weirdo with.  Some weekends we go, go, go... so it's nice to have a "boring" one every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LSU game...Gah, it was so disappointing, right Summer B.?  Booo Alabama. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry Bama fans... I just can't sit beside you on the bus today.  We'll be okay again tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But woah, woah... How about them Saints?  Black and Gold, people... Black and Gold :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having WG here.  I love that I now have memories of him in my space, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheeeeze bucket, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is all about Me &amp;amp; Paint.&lt;br /&gt;That's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you tomorrow!  Happy flippin' Monday to you!&lt;br /&gt;here's a little of what I'll be listening to while I get my paint on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTc3NjI1MzcxMjImcHQ9MTI1Nzc2MjU1NDgxMyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWZiYTNhNzRkMjZkZDQzZDc4YTkwYjBkMWY2MGM*ZWJk.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-bear.swf" style="width: 135px; height: 190px;" width="135" height="190"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-bear.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=30957814&amp;amp;path=2009/10/01&amp;amp;mycolor=785018&amp;amp;mycolor2=81C7BA&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=9&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=135&amp;amp;oh=190"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/30957814" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-9100791131087557873?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9100791131087557873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=9100791131087557873&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9100791131087557873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9100791131087557873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-bones.html' title='Lazy Bones'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SveyhwJEYII/AAAAAAAABV8/B61i3FERMgs/s72-c/6296_576175298424_50312873_34022407_7168116_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-7966046692462989021</id><published>2009-11-06T02:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:50:15.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>It's a Fashion Friday of sorts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fashion Friday direct from my bed... web cam style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't worry, I'm decent!  Come on in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember how I posted about that tee yesterday?(no? scroll down.)  Well, moments before I clicked "buy" I decided "I COULD just make it myself."  So I did.  I don't like it quite as much... but for $5, I can't complain!  It did take me a while to get that arch just right, though.(Did that count as complaining? sorry...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPbCHGKEYI/AAAAAAAABU0/jdRwa7RGsNo/s1600-h/Picture0013.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPbCHGKEYI/AAAAAAAABU0/jdRwa7RGsNo/s320/Picture0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400901207458451842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll prob. just wear it to work out in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gah, look how white I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo wait, wait!  I forgot about the back!  Looka this little peek-a-boo surprise back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPwBnOv5iI/AAAAAAAABVc/cIUPXe2wkNo/s1600-h/Picture0021.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPwBnOv5iI/AAAAAAAABVc/cIUPXe2wkNo/s320/Picture0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400924288648734242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you know how difficult it was to just take that picture?  There are 3 others before that where I look RIDICULOUS.  Not like it would be the first time you'd see me doing somethin' stupid over here, but whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the last few days I have been battling a cold.&lt;br /&gt;(Felt amazingly great today, so glad!)&lt;br /&gt;I've been helping my sister out this week by keeping my niece from 6:45-Noonish usually.&lt;br /&gt;Not fun when you're sick, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You poor Mom's... I'll know your pain oneday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered something that may just change my life.&lt;br /&gt;Web cam babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Kids LOVE just looking at themselves in the mirror, so imagine their delight when they can watch their every move on the computer screen.  They think they're watching a live movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further adieu, I give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Web cam babysitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq5t6nf4I/AAAAAAAABU8/UOrWFNvzMRM/s1600-h/Picture0010.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq5t6nf4I/AAAAAAAABU8/UOrWFNvzMRM/s320/Picture0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400918655446253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doll Face and I were both sick this day, hence my sad face.  She clearly couldn't care less about her illness... she was fixated on the baby on the screen and possibly baby stoned from  children's cold meds.  I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures pretty much tickle me to the core:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq5jlwdqI/AAAAAAAABVE/EWxmrcrVzXA/s1600-h/Picture0011.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq5jlwdqI/AAAAAAAABVE/EWxmrcrVzXA/s320/Picture0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400918652674406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey Man: Lay Lay, Lay Lay!  That's LIKE... Me!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I know, right?  It is SOOO you, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq57tgkMI/AAAAAAAABVM/RSoGbvTVRtI/s1600-h/Picture0012.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPq57tgkMI/AAAAAAAABVM/RSoGbvTVRtI/s320/Picture0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400918659149369538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He found much delight in it, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Agh, how much do you love that face!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a kid again...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPtjtY38eI/AAAAAAAABVU/VugCFz7budY/s1600-h/Picture0020.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/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPtjtY38eI/AAAAAAAABVU/VugCFz7budY/s320/Picture0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400921575882486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;**No children were harmed in the composition of this post**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-7966046692462989021?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7966046692462989021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=7966046692462989021&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7966046692462989021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7966046692462989021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-fashion-friday-of-sorts.html' title='It&apos;s a Fashion Friday of sorts...'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvPbCHGKEYI/AAAAAAAABU0/jdRwa7RGsNo/s72-c/Picture0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-432239564021384780</id><published>2009-11-05T02:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:46:44.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s1600-h/45497726_large.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYzVg6AI/AAAAAAAABUk/AgcKO6fZ9FQ/s1600-h/happyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYpz2PBI/AAAAAAAABUc/3h8OjnoFFT8/s1600-h/ashesandempires2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYZ8lXGI/AAAAAAAABUU/Ezr1QjrTKao/s1600-h/20090208213331.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Random Day... roll with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm crushing on these spats from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ashesandempires?ga_search_query=spats&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=2&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[0]=tags&amp;amp;includes[1]=title"&gt;Ashes &amp;amp; Empires&lt;/a&gt; on Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYpz2PBI/AAAAAAAABUc/3h8OjnoFFT8/s1600-h/ashesandempires2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYpz2PBI/AAAAAAAABUc/3h8OjnoFFT8/s320/ashesandempires2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400549751013129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s1600-h/45497726_large.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYzVg6AI/AAAAAAAABUk/AgcKO6fZ9FQ/s1600-h/happyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sooo CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also crushing on this tee from &lt;a href="http://happyfamily.etsy.com/"&gt;Happy Famil&lt;/a&gt;y on Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYzVg6AI/AAAAAAAABUk/AgcKO6fZ9FQ/s1600-h/happyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYzVg6AI/AAAAAAAABUk/AgcKO6fZ9FQ/s320/happyfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400549753570256898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of buying a new Saints shirt since we've been doing SO AMAZINGLY AMAZING this season, but I think I just might get this one instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;amp; I think I will always have a crush on Milo Ventimiglia.  RAWR, Milo... RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYZ8lXGI/AAAAAAAABUU/Ezr1QjrTKao/s1600-h/20090208213331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYZ8lXGI/AAAAAAAABUU/Ezr1QjrTKao/s320/20090208213331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400549746754804834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYzVg6AI/AAAAAAAABUk/AgcKO6fZ9FQ/s1600-h/happyfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s1600-h/45497726_large.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I've decided he's my free pass.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know... the one person your significant other can't be mad at you for jumping on if the opportunity ever presented itself.&lt;/span&gt;  Yes... I believe my mind is made up.  Congrats Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss GLEE.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYZ8lXGI/AAAAAAAABUU/Ezr1QjrTKao/s1600-h/20090208213331.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s1600-h/45497726_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s320/45497726_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400552065177131410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKdfWvimZI/AAAAAAAABUs/R3CMiBlCa60/s1600-h/45497726_large.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The World Series has been on, and I've been missing it big time.  They did sing the national anthem for one of the games though &amp;amp; that was pretty lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look, it's a survey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Lacey Marie ****** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date of Birth: August 19, 1984 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthplace: I was born 5 minutes from the house I live in now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piercings: Just my ears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoos: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band/Singer: Kings of Leon, Otis Redding, Shinedown... I could just list forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie: The Wizard of Oz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney Movie: Mary Poppins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV show: Gilmore Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Color: Purple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food: Sushi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza topping: veggies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice-Cream Flavor: mint chocolate chip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink (alcoholic): margarita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season: Fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday/Festival: Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower: Alstroemeria (Peruvian Lily) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make-Up Item: Bare Minerals Warmth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunny or rainy: sunny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit or veggie: I can't choose! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night or day: night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sour or sweet: sweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love or money: LOVE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone or in person: In person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks or personality: Personality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee or tea: Tea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot or cold: Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal for this year: Grow business.  Stay happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most missed memory: Carefree summer days with my besties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best physical feature: I don't know? How does one choose their best physical feature? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thought waking up: "No. no. no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preferred type of plastic surgery: I wouldn't say it's preferred... but I would fix my boobs if I didn't like them. Luckily, I'm happy with mine... for the time being anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greatest ambition: To someday be a great wife and mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greatest fear: Losing the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite subject: History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You: Smoke: No! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse: I have a potty mouth sometime...gonna work on cleanin' that up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower daily: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like thunderstorms: Sometimes I love them, other times I hate them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance in the rain: Not on a regular basis... that would be weird. I have played/danced in the rain though, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing: In the car and shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play an instrument: No. I wish I could play guitar though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get along with your parents: Of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish on stars: No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in fate: Absolutely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in love at first sight: I believe in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive: I get where I need to go, sure... but I don't think anyone is going to hire me as their driver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sew: Indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook:  I love to cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak another language: Nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance: Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing: Can I? Yes. Should I? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Drunk: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten Sushi: Of course, yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been in Love: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipped school: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made prank calls: In Junior High with friends, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried yourself to sleep: Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Member of the Opposite Sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6 feet(ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important physical feature: Smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randoms: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you most in a person? Ignorance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you right or left handed? Right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your bedtime? I tend to go to bed around 2ish usually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name three things you can't live without: Family, Love, Food &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the color of your room? Slate grey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any siblings? 2 and a step &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any pets? Nope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you kill someone you hate for a million dollars?  No freaking way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is you middle name? Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your nicknames? Lace, LayLay, Lace Face, Lacey Baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you for or against gay marriage?  For.  I think everyone should have the same opportunies &amp;amp; same consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you afraid of the dark? No, I'm afraid of what might be in the dark though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you take a bullet for the ones you love? I hope to never have to, but I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, that's enough of my complete randomness for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smooches,&lt;br /&gt;Lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-432239564021384780?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/432239564021384780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=432239564021384780&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/432239564021384780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/432239564021384780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-random-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvKbYpz2PBI/AAAAAAAABUc/3h8OjnoFFT8/s72-c/ashesandempires2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-6514251881042975931</id><published>2009-11-04T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:16:41.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday: The Perfect Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes cute little pictures like this happen when you get your 2 year old nephew to model your new creations for you...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKYWFR1RI/AAAAAAAABS0/ypot04bVEjg/s1600-h/HPIM5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKYWFR1RI/AAAAAAAABS0/ypot04bVEjg/s400/HPIM5475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038472810616082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes goofy pictures like this happen when you ask your 2 year old nephew to model your newest creations for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKYAm7SJI/AAAAAAAABSs/svLB7dp6G2U/s1600-h/HPIM5470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKYAm7SJI/AAAAAAAABSs/svLB7dp6G2U/s400/HPIM5470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038467046164626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then sometimes...  just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;completely BAD ASS pictures like this happen when you get your 2 year old nephew to model your newest creations for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKXosgIyI/AAAAAAAABSk/ZKDKpq-yO6c/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKXosgIyI/AAAAAAAABSk/ZKDKpq-yO6c/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038460627100450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gah, how hard is that face he's rocking?  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy has my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Totally and completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((I guess this was kind of another shameless plug... but it was meant to just be more of a showcase of my Monkey Man!  Either way... if you want one of these little cutie shirts email me at lacey_inthsky(at)yahoo(dot)com))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiescircus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.blogaliciousdesigns.com/clients/angie_7clown/html.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-6514251881042975931?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6514251881042975931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=6514251881042975931&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/6514251881042975931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/6514251881042975931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordful-wednesday-perfect-model.html' title='Wordful Wednesday: The Perfect Model'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SvDKYWFR1RI/AAAAAAAABS0/ypot04bVEjg/s72-c/HPIM5475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-1383155656784000031</id><published>2009-11-03T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:00:03.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business shameless plug'/><title type='text'>Shameless Plug Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://laceyinthesky.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laceyinthesky.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-7UpQv0BI/AAAAAAAABSc/nczme0LrNHM/s400/HPIM1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740441588387858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a chalk board lovin' dork :)&lt;br /&gt;I used to love being chosen to go write on the chalk board(unless it was Math... I hate math)...&lt;br /&gt;I saw some thought bubble chalk board wall stickers a few weeks ago &amp;amp; thought... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's cute, but what if I decided I didn't like it where it was at?  It would never stick well if I decided to move it&lt;/span&gt;.(I know... i have tried moving my wall decals and they continue to fall off of the wall) &amp;amp; Then I thought,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll make my own! I'll make a useful piece of art!&lt;/span&gt;  When is art ever useful?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, that's when.  I painted them on canvas', so you can hang it anywhere &amp;amp; move it around as you please. I was so pleased with the outcome, I've decided to carry them in &lt;a href="http://laceyinthesky.com/"&gt;my shop&lt;/a&gt;.  Hopefully you like them as much as I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They make for cute picture texts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring home milk!"&lt;br /&gt;"I love Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not wearing any underwear." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I'm not judgin'  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wish you were here!"&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You!"&lt;br /&gt;oh, the possibilities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're $19.99 worth of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hand painted&lt;/span&gt; goodness.&lt;br /&gt;These are all 11"x14", but I can do bigger or smaller and in any colors your heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Christmas gifts :)  Some of my friends will be receiving them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you want one email me at lacey_inthesky(at)yahoo(dot)com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or look for them to hit &lt;a href="http://laceyinthesky.com/"&gt;the shop&lt;/a&gt; this week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-1383155656784000031?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1383155656784000031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=1383155656784000031&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1383155656784000031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1383155656784000031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/shameless-plug-tuesday.html' title='Shameless Plug Tuesday'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-7UpQv0BI/AAAAAAAABSc/nczme0LrNHM/s72-c/HPIM1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-2584919776391346776</id><published>2009-11-02T20:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:19:38.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WG'/><title type='text'>A note of the love variety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-RAT3v5hI/AAAAAAAABR0/GmtZWSyaOWc/s1600-h/tumblr_kq7z1a7taB1qzfbflo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-RAT3v5hI/AAAAAAAABR0/GmtZWSyaOWc/s400/tumblr_kq7z1a7taB1qzfbflo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399693912760641042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were with you on your Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm not :(&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks.  School sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-RqsahgkI/AAAAAAAABR8/GQbo3_RnBow/s1600-h/tumblr_kr0sdiFMjz1qa6ibno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-RqsahgkI/AAAAAAAABR8/GQbo3_RnBow/s400/tumblr_kr0sdiFMjz1qa6ibno1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399694640903455298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you totally hear me saying that or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gets in the way of me being where I want to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where you are.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up to you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&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/5582903786783921864-2584919776391346776?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2584919776391346776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=2584919776391346776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/2584919776391346776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/2584919776391346776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/note-of-love-variety.html' title='A note of the love variety'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su-RAT3v5hI/AAAAAAAABR0/GmtZWSyaOWc/s72-c/tumblr_kq7z1a7taB1qzfbflo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-3856541719931975383</id><published>2009-11-01T19:37:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:15:55.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Halloween, Nakeyness &amp; A Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su45NbTfVQI/AAAAAAAABQ0/KUVy3akUJd8/s1600-h/HPIM1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, hey, heeyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, I missed this place so stinkin' much!  Happy to be "home" y'all!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a ton to catch up on... but ya know, not REALLY!  Just jibber jabber from my rambling mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su6AJDsTjcI/AAAAAAAABRk/p1SltwIv_ao/s1600-h/HPIM1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su6AJDsTjcI/AAAAAAAABRk/p1SltwIv_ao/s400/HPIM1804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399393896362118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First of all, today is WG's Birthday! Y'all wish him a Happy one, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;Wish I were with him today, but I have work and he has school and studying to do for the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I hid his present in his closet behind some clothes before I left yesterday though,&lt;br /&gt;he found it before he was supposed to, but whatever!  At least he still got to find some random goodies in his closet.  Who doesn't love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the randomness included LSU Pez dispenser &amp;amp; pez (he told me he used to collect them when he was a kid), butterfinger &amp;amp; milk duds(faves), beer (clearly...he's a man, therefore he likes beer), a dinner "coupon" to a sushi joint we both love but have never actually been to together, some cute boxers &amp;amp; one of these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cross stitched constellations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su6AJXRasXI/AAAAAAAABRs/zfZZSpg034M/s1600-h/il_430xN.88082574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su6AJXRasXI/AAAAAAAABRs/zfZZSpg034M/s400/il_430xN.88082574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399393901618049394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I did Orion for him.  Two of you know why :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;All of the ones above are from  Miniature Rhino, so if you want one, go on Etsy and look 'em up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I just saw it and knew I could figure out how to do one of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is ever an opportunity for me to give someone something handmade, I go for it.  I love receiving things people have made for me or had made for me :)  Seems thoughtful.  I'd already done a painting for him, so I couldn't do that... and when I saw this, it reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;amp;postID=4999512654151642201"&gt;this night,&lt;/a&gt; and that was that.  (Whew, that was a lot of this and that's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He has a framed picture of Starry Night in his room and I thought it'd look nice hanging under it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;How was your Halloween?  Mine was dandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was the Progressive Insurance girl, Flo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;WG was Bret Michaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su45No8sRII/AAAAAAAABQ8/cGmdM5D2d2w/s1600-h/HPIM1777as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su45No8sRII/AAAAAAAABQ8/cGmdM5D2d2w/s400/HPIM1777as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315909756863618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su45No8sRII/AAAAAAAABQ8/cGmdM5D2d2w/s1600-h/HPIM1777as.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I made the apron and headband &amp;amp; it was super easy!  I cutesied up the bottom of my apron... b/c ya know, that's what I do.  It didn't make it in any of my pictures, so I'll snap one for you now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su5ADm_AP9I/AAAAAAAABRE/Dkk3gUP4ZAM/s1600-h/HPIM1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su5ADm_AP9I/AAAAAAAABRE/Dkk3gUP4ZAM/s400/HPIM1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399323434012393426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm wearing a white tube top and jeans(&amp;amp; i had a cardigan on earlier, b/c it's chilly... amen.), but this picture kind of makes me look nakey.  Whoops.  I wore white cropped pants and red patent peep toes, for those of you who are wondering ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WG's costume literally came together the night before &amp;amp; I couldn't keep a straight face while helping him get ready.  He looked HILARIOUS. Before he put on the bandana and glasses, he just looked like a cross dresser or something.  He kept tossing his hair and giving me pretty eyes. :) haha Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up Sunday feeling a bit sluggish b/c of an oncoming cold... booooo!  Trying to drink a ton of water and rest, but I just have ohsomuch to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying a little prayer that this week flies on by, because I'm&lt;br /&gt;ready for another weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥Have a pretty pretty kind of day!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-3856541719931975383?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3856541719931975383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=3856541719931975383&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/3856541719931975383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/3856541719931975383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-nakeyness-birthday-boy.html' title='Halloween, Nakeyness &amp; A Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Su6AJDsTjcI/AAAAAAAABRk/p1SltwIv_ao/s72-c/HPIM1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-1425887296367220202</id><published>2009-10-31T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:00:02.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Break For Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to Molly, Kristen, Brooke, Lauren &amp;amp; Summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being my home girls &amp;amp; taking care of things while I was resting my pretty little fingers&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's a lie... they're black and chipped)&lt;/span&gt;!  I adore y'all &amp;amp; have your back anytime you should need me, ladies&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(unless it's in a fist fight, because come on... my nails are ALREADY chipped pretty badly, we don't wanna go messin' 'em up anymore!)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, do I have amazing taste in women, I MEAN, guest posters or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin', I've a got a knack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some other lovely, talented ladies I have on my "Please, please, please grace my blog with your presence" list for next time!  OH YES, there will be a next time.  Blog Breaking was grrrreat for me!  I got lots of sewing, painting &amp;amp; general creating done &amp;amp; also, whowouldathoughtit...writing!  The need to write was just running through my veins multiple times this week, and holymoly it just flowed.  It was nice.  Also, I created that pretty little bloggy button over there!  Are you too lazy to shift your eyes right now?  Fine, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lacey in Love" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff310/lacey_inthesky/B301-937-CardstockWithAnEdge-Sca-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loving it as much as me?  Yes? Well, then.. go ahead and take it, my friend.  I made it just for you :) I ended up missing you guys anyway, even though I was stalking you... how is that possible?  Whew, happy to be back!    I've got lots of little bits and baubles of my life to share with y'all since I've been away!&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned my pretties :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Suf43_U18eI/AAAAAAAABQs/ZvdfB7WwIY8/s1600-h/n23401069_43375956_4854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Suf43_U18eI/AAAAAAAABQs/ZvdfB7WwIY8/s400/n23401069_43375956_4854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397556319202177506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay safe out there &amp;amp; remember... don't eat the unwrapped candy(or drink the already popped top beers)... don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for some Halloweeny pics next week!  You'll get to see what I decided to dress up as!  &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's not any of the ideas I mentioned in the previous post!  WG came up with this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all to pieces!&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/5582903786783921864-1425887296367220202?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1425887296367220202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=1425887296367220202&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1425887296367220202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1425887296367220202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-break-for-blogs.html' title='We Break For Blogs'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Suf43_U18eI/AAAAAAAABQs/ZvdfB7WwIY8/s72-c/n23401069_43375956_4854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-5214418565116874007</id><published>2009-10-30T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:00:02.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It's confession time...and I'm not even Catholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; {Trying to bring a little of Lacey back in the house....heyyy ooohhhh}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday you met Lacey's longest friend, Lauren, and today....well people, today you get me. I'm Summer from &lt;a href="http://www.lemusingsofmoi.com/"&gt;Le Musings of Moi&lt;/a&gt;....and while Lauren may have had her first....um, well....guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had her last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, whatevs.  I'm good at sharing.  No tug o war needed here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, when Lacey asked me babysit her baby for her, I was so relieved.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you see...there has been something I've been wanting to confess, and I certainly didn't want to do it at my place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially because over there it's Fashion Friday, not Feeling Friday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Okay, so that last part sounded better in my head...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here goes....it's confession time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I'm embarrassed to admit to being a blogger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I admit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;My name is Summer, and I'm sometimes embarrassed to say I'm a blogger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Please, hold the stones....lest anyone start their judging}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Often times I find myself saying I have a &lt;i&gt;"website."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a &lt;i&gt;"writer." &lt;/i&gt; {&lt;i&gt;but, I am!  I am!&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in Vegas I &lt;i&gt;"went to a conference.  For writing."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or for a &lt;i&gt;"girls weekend." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Okay, whatever, so it changed depending on who I told....}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dunno.  Maybe I feel like it's because people don't take bloggers seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe I think people will judge me by thinking that I must be so self obsessed that I need a blog to promote myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ahem.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe I feel like people will think I'm a chat room dweeb making "friends" online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Not saying if you like chat rooms you're a dweeb.  You know, it's the &lt;i&gt;others &lt;/i&gt;who say it.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those people can just suck it.  Because I'm ready to come out with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm loud, and I'm proud, and I'm a blogger gosh darn it.  And people like me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Stuart Smalley, can I get a "&lt;i&gt;what what&lt;/i&gt;?!?"}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's because of those people that like me (go along with it) that I'm willing to take the risk of being embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last two years (geesh, it's been awhile), I have come to know some amazing amazing people simply by us opening up our hearts, and our worlds, and taking the chance at being vulnerable online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been encouraged more than I could have ever asked for in times that have been so dark.  I have laughed on days I didn't think I could find my smile.  I have cried for people who hurt that I had never even met....in person.  I have bonded and loved and found joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have come to believe that this world, this blogging world, is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.  Because there is an incredible openness, an inspiring vulnerability, and a refreshing lack of judgement here that you just don't find too often these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's crazy is that it has taken me two years to figure this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the last month, there have been several girlees who have changed from "a reader" or "a blog I read," to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone I know.&lt;/span&gt; These someones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know me.&lt;/span&gt;  These someones &lt;i&gt;have my heart, and I theirs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are someones who have become closer than friends and more like sisters, and what has bonded us together, I know can never be broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someones like Lacey.....(&lt;i&gt;and you other girls too&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know exactly who you are!&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Lacey gets her name mentioned, you know, being it is her blog and all.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because of you girls, you and you, and you and you...and you....that have me ashamed of ever being ashamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had it not been for my blog, your blogs, and this silly little blogging world....I wouldn't have found what I never knew I was missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of my heart.  My other pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You complete me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You had me at hehh...hehh...hellllloooo.....*sob, sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't you glad you didn't throw stones? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need to judge!  I'm just a slow learner, but this lesson was definitely worth the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew.  I can't begin to tell you how much better I feel now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confession feels great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Lacey love, and to all my girls...for &lt;i&gt;everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya'll have no idea how I am changed....because of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq44/joannabrittain/lemusingsigncopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;© 2009 "Le Musings of Moi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-5214418565116874007?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5214418565116874007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=5214418565116874007&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5214418565116874007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5214418565116874007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-confession-timeand-im-not-even.html' title='It&apos;s confession time...and I&apos;m not even Catholic'/><author><name>Summer</name><email>summer@lemusingsofmoi.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18050272330674140740'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-7098362530119655527</id><published>2009-10-29T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:19:10.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>Look people, I had her first!</title><content type='html'>I can't compete with all of these amazing bloggers Lacey lined up for this week. I am in no way, shape or form quite as good of a writer as you guys are...&lt;br /&gt;But I have something else. I have the dirt. I have the really ancient memories with cobb webbs and dust. I have a photo album full of black mail pictures....well mostly blackmail against myself (I wasn't a decent dresser until like last year or something...and talk about my hair- whew!). I've been friends with Lacey since she was about 5 and I was 3. I'm Lauren, here from The &lt;a href="http://www.mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily Dose&lt;/a&gt;. Ask me anything. She might not tell you, but hey, isn't that why I'm here? She might hate this, but hey &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; asked me to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAvdHc2jHSY/Suj4UG-aXpI/AAAAAAAAIQo/N1HAaacvtqA/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAvdHc2jHSY/Suj4UG-aXpI/AAAAAAAAIQo/N1HAaacvtqA/s400/scan0002.jpg" vr="true" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;              See, I told you I had awful bangs! Who cut those anyway? They aren't even straight...at all.&lt;br /&gt;You may want to refer &lt;a href="http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/through-it-all-hangin-tough-well-be.html"&gt;back to this story&lt;/a&gt; to give you an idea of how our friendship started. It kind of forecasts the rest of our childhood years. But wait! Not just yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAvdHc2jHSY/Suj8gfguxEI/AAAAAAAAIQw/HzDbJ3nD3MI/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pAvdHc2jHSY/Suj8gfguxEI/AAAAAAAAIQw/HzDbJ3nD3MI/s640/scan0003.jpg" vr="true" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      My bangs are making a re-appearance. Can you tell that Lace was the girl you wanted to be like when you were a kid? She had a really cool older sister that kept her up-to-date in the fashion world. She also taught her about the word "duh". I was an only child. I had cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Being in 5th grade really blew when your bffl (best friend for life) was a junior high kid who wore awesome junior high clothes and even had a kelly green school jacket. Rollerblades were also much cooler than white roller skates (4 wheels &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;for babies). It was also kind of uncool when you're bffl got to wear cool jeans with a Christmas themed pullover...while you were still stuck wearing a matching polka dotted Christmas set made of some funky polyester/fleece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahem...anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lacey and I grew up in the best neighborhood ever. Except it wasn't a neighborhood. It wasn't the country either. It was a strange place in between. We grew up on a dead-end street. At the dead end you made the choice of going through the woods or start walking back. At the dead end, cars made a 3-point turn in my driveway. We played on that street until dark. We played in my clubhouse (that my dad scrapped together with some ply wood and plastic roofing- believe me it was not the fairytale clubhouse I dreamed of). We rode our bikes until dark. Sometimes we got to stay out late and play hide and go seek in the dark or cops and robbers with our mangey neighbors. Danny and Shane. Oh man did those guys reek. No wonder they say little boys are made of puppy dog tails and slime. My favorite was sneaking off and playing in the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess when we were about 13, we were allowed to leave our street. A few blocks away sprawled an amazing set of woods. They led straight to an old abandoned 1960's boy scout summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campsalmennaturepark.org/samles/big_images/%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.campsalmennaturepark.org/samles/big_images/%282%29.jpg" vr="true" width="400" border="0" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In it's heyday, it looked like this. When we went...ehh..not so much. It was fascintating though. A massive drippy water tower hovered over the property- acting as a landmark as we travelled there. And we went. We trampled through the woods with little more than a fanny pack to guide and protect us. Getting there was like something out of a movie. We literally had to cross a ravine using a fallen pine tree as a bridge. Who does that? Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, getting there was no easy task. The last time we went, we were chased out by a pack of angry &lt;strike&gt;wolves&lt;/strike&gt; dogs. We ran flailing...and never went back...or told our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad we never got to hang out by the swampy looking swimming pool, or the "haunted" lunch-room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oooo, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sometimes wonder how we got to where we are? How did our lives change so quickly from that to what we are now? We are responsible adults. We cook, we clean, we pay taxes. We don't play in the woods and get lost. We don't lie to our parents anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; It's nice to know that however old I get, and whatever phase of life I'm in..whether it's the lost confused phase, or the grandparent phase- I will always have someone to share the childhood memories with. Some people have siblings to share that with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-7098362530119655527?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com' title='Look people, I had her first!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7098362530119655527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=7098362530119655527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7098362530119655527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7098362530119655527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-people-i-had-her-first.html' title='Look people, I had her first!'/><author><name>The Daily Dose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12681816964116518791'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAvdHc2jHSY/Suj4UG-aXpI/AAAAAAAAIQo/N1HAaacvtqA/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-9028468933526908612</id><published>2009-10-28T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:00:03.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>i want wednesday...</title><content type='html'>and i want to guest post at lacey in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh done and DONE my friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooke {aka:offa} here fillin the mighty&lt;br /&gt;amazing and supa.cute shoes for lacey today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday over at my place found ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://kai41megh.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll usually find a list of my current obseshes and&lt;br /&gt;completely covet worthy {at least to me} desierables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'mma bringing my spookay game face over here&lt;br /&gt;and am oh so very pleased to present to you folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want wendnesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want &lt;s&gt;ghoul&lt;/s&gt; drool worthy etsy accessories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpR6D5bPK8/SuddPCXJCdI/AAAAAAAAMSk/r96Mk4Tz7vY/s1600-h/bumpinthenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpR6D5bPK8/SuddPCXJCdI/AAAAAAAAMSk/r96Mk4Tz7vY/s400/bumpinthenight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385191340181970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{the freaks come out at night}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{1} orange and red flower earring - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32536837&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_19&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween+earrings&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;dalim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{2} starlight sgraffito - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=30043232"&gt;bionicunicorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{3} beaded spider ring - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33254318&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_21&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=37&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;jenifersfamilyjewels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{4} orange sunstone earrings - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22352446&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_2&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=12&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;shinyAdornments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{5} bats in belfry pendant - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31806796&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_18&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=20&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;trashandtrinkets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{6} antique brass bat bracelet - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33094493&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_16&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=10&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;pinkingedgedesigns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{7} sweet devil - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33346142&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_19&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=3&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;lizix26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{8} antique hair pins - &lt;http: com="" listing_id="32124927&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_14&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ga_page=8&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title&amp;quot;"&gt;londonsgate&lt;br /&gt;{9} crimson red chandelier earrings - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29713221&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_17&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=14&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;madebysam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{10} feather and chain necklace - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=22090328&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_2&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=15&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;noemiah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{11} chap's disguse necklace - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33246897&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_2&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=41&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;randomperfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{12} friendly ghost necklace - &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33291072&amp;amp;ref=sr_gallery_5&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ga_search_query=halloween&amp;amp;ga_search_type=&amp;amp;ga_page=26&amp;amp;order=date_desc&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=tags&amp;amp;includes%5B%5D=title"&gt;marymaryhandmade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're like me than maaayyybe halloween&lt;br /&gt;isn't your very most favorite holiday of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deciding on the top notch first place winna winna costume...&lt;br /&gt;decorations put up and bone chilly'ing set up to perfection...&lt;br /&gt;witch's brew set at the children soul stealing prefect temp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness it is just all very very stressful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would much rather dazzle the goblins and ghosts&lt;br /&gt;in my favorite free people top.paige jeans and&lt;br /&gt;one {or even a few} baubles from the list up top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however if halloween tickles your fancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it be ye favorite holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wish you a very happy one friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witches and spirits black cats and more...&lt;br /&gt;thank you for spending time with me.hope it wasn't a bore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooches.hugs.and loves. to the beautiful ms.lacey...&lt;br /&gt;thank you for allowing me to invade your space lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-9028468933526908612?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028468933526908612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=9028468933526908612&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9028468933526908612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/9028468933526908612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-wednesday.html' title='i want wednesday...'/><author><name>brooke</name><email>oofaluffale@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06748640011166464635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpR6D5bPK8/SuddPCXJCdI/AAAAAAAAMSk/r96Mk4Tz7vY/s72-c/bumpinthenight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-5411921751949905275</id><published>2009-10-27T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:00:00.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>Ryan Salad &amp; Blog Dates &amp; Cat Shit... OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning you fine ladies. Kristen here from &lt;a href="http://kristenlawlor.blogspot.com/"&gt;KLaw: Inspired&lt;/a&gt;. Lacey and I have fallen in bloggity blog lurve with each other and she has asked me to guest spot. I am SO honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its always nerve racking when you are asked to guest post for someone. Will their peeps like me? Am I cool enough? I hope that my rants about Ryan Reynolds and how I would like to eat his muscles up with a side of biscuits and gravy doesn't cause the ultimate demise of Lacey Kingdom over here. Because well, its true and because she's pretty rad and I'd hate to do that to her. (But I sure would love to have me a little Ryan salad ifyaknowwhudimean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I adore Miss Lacey. I really do. She's not only adorable in an &lt;i&gt;I wanna put you in my back pocket for a rainy day&lt;/i&gt; kinda way, but she's funny to boot. And that, my friends, is a rarity. There aren't many that can hang in such great footsteps as &lt;strike&gt;ours&lt;/strike&gt; hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I'd tell you about my date. Bow chicka bow wow! You say I have a Husband? Why, yes I do! And he's is fantastic, but I have decided to also bat for the other team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, at 11am to be exact, I have a date to finally meet my SFAM (sista from anotha mista) in person. You see, &lt;a href="http://bisforbrown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt; and I have been chatting all day (I'm talking literally - from like 9 - 5), every day for about two months. Conversations range from penis quilts (&lt;a href="http://www.regretsy.com/"&gt;Regretsy&lt;/a&gt; - go...now!), to nail polish, to our quest to become Mommies. And she and her Husband are flying down from NYC to South Florida to stay with us for a weekend of tricks and treats. Prolly more tricks than treats, but that'll be a story for another time. Pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mj9yplA1u5M/SuHzHLdppiI/AAAAAAAACgQ/galO_7pGJX0/s1600-h/moustache_friends_friendship_girl-4349ee765d2ad93f1d7c712acc766082_h_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mj9yplA1u5M/SuHzHLdppiI/AAAAAAAACgQ/galO_7pGJX0/s400/moustache_friends_friendship_girl-4349ee765d2ad93f1d7c712acc766082_h_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This is what I envision us to be, 'cept I'm not nearly that skinny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is officially one of my best friends. So weird right? This blog world is kinda like match.com for straight women seeking women to dish about a great handbag or the hot guy with the Mohawk from Glee (SWOON!). Tell me that hot piece of singing man meat isn't just delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit, while I know Summer is my SFAM and my soul mate, I also have anxious butterflies building in my stomach. Will she like me? Am I what she is expecting? What if she doesn't think I'm as funny in person? She's totally going to be disappointed when she hears the massive decibel level of my burps. Bah! what if my cat shits on her bed... that'll be really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regardless of the insurmountable nerves that are creeping up on me like a bad case of the itch for Paris Hilton, I am super duper excited to officially meet my best friend. My soul sista. My &lt;i&gt;where have you been all my life&lt;/i&gt; lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you had an opportunity to meet some awesome people through this little corner of the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the mean time, thank you, dear Lacey, for allowing me to guest post on your blog. You are super adorable and I hope that we can have the chance to meet soon too! And I promise to not let my cat shit on your bed.&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/5582903786783921864-5411921751949905275?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5411921751949905275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=5411921751949905275&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5411921751949905275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5411921751949905275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/ryan-salad-blog-dates-cat-shit-oh-my.html' title='Ryan Salad &amp; Blog Dates &amp; Cat Shit... OH MY!'/><author><name>KLaw</name><email>bist1115@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00664909650135844954'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mj9yplA1u5M/SuHzHLdppiI/AAAAAAAACgQ/galO_7pGJX0/s72-c/moustache_friends_friendship_girl-4349ee765d2ad93f1d7c712acc766082_h_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-5681031469807960462</id><published>2009-10-26T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:22:21.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>Mommy Dating</title><content type='html'>Hey all you Lacey in Love readers! I'm Molly from &lt;a href="http://www.mystilettosanddiapers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stilettos and Diapers&lt;/a&gt;. I am a wife, mommy to an adorable 18 month old little man, and a wanna be fashionista.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you how excited I was when Lacey asked me to guest post. Pretty sure my husband thought I was having some kind of spastic attack. See, I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Lacey. &lt;em&gt;Like, in a totally heterosexual way&lt;/em&gt;. But really, love her. We are both grits, (&lt;em&gt;girls raised in the south&lt;/em&gt;) and that gave me an instant bond with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided since Lacey is the unmarried, childless housewife, I would share with you something that she doesn't get to experience yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy Dating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Once you find that someone, or get married, you think gone are the days of dating. &lt;em&gt;Phew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more awkward silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more dressing to impress while worrying about every freakin detail of your clothing choice. No more friends trying to set you up with their boyfriend's loser friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more heartbreak if you get rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more calling your friends halfway through the date to save you from some douche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more wondering if this is "the one". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go on lots of double and group dates with your friends and you spend lots of time at home just the two of you. &lt;em&gt;Awwww...&lt;/em&gt;sweet love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, you have a baby. Suddenly, you don't have quite as much in common with your friends as before. The girls want to party, and you just want to catch up on sleep. Plus, you can't drink until the baby unattaches itself from your boob. Then you realize, it's time for some mommy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the dating begins.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768051107578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhCwPH3vLq0/SuUr8v1xwlI/AAAAAAAAA0o/A3Rg_ZZYHwo/s400/playdate.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Play dates are not about the kids at all. It is about sizing up the mom. You go hoping that you meet your female soul mate. You want the sparks to fly, and you have the nervous "what am I doing" jitters right before she gets there. You still have to think about your clothes. You want to be cute, but not slutty, and still be able to change a diaper. Your mind goes a mile a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does she have good style and is she the same size as me so I can borrow all her clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is she going to judge me for downing a &lt;strike&gt;bottle&lt;/strike&gt; glass of wine after &lt;strike&gt;normal&lt;/strike&gt; hard day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crap, what if she's gorgeous? I can't let that gorgeous girl hang out around my husband all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did she dress her kid in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She drives that? I can't be her friend, she's a rich, stuck up biatch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only do you have the planned "blind date", but you have the spontaneous meeting. You see her from across the park. You just know that you could be friends. You could totally see her sipping wine and watching the Real Housewives with you. It would be perfect, but you just don't have the nerve to go talk to her. It's like 8th grade all over again when you REALLY wanted to ask Joey to the dance, but couldn't muster up enough strength to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, the things you unmarried, childless housewives have to look forward to. You think you're in the clear? &lt;em&gt;Think again.&lt;/em&gt; Dating women is way harder than you might think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo credit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2007-09/bizarro-play-date.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-5681031469807960462?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5681031469807960462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=5681031469807960462&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5681031469807960462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5681031469807960462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-dating.html' title='Mommy Dating'/><author><name>Molly</name><email>molly.dee1@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05321860884803674822'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhCwPH3vLq0/SuUr8v1xwlI/AAAAAAAAA0o/A3Rg_ZZYHwo/s72-c/playdate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-6812418205910084343</id><published>2009-10-25T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:43:02.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>A Hello before A Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pssst, it's me... Lacey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just popping in before I hand my &lt;strike&gt;little baby&lt;/strike&gt; blog over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to encourage all of you lovely people to go visit my guest posters blogs this week!  I wouldn't have asked them to post here if I didn't think they were absolutely fabulous... so go check 'em out!  I bet many of you are already familiar with them anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love these girls &amp;amp; I hope you do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick starting the week is &lt;a href="http://mystilettosanddiapers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stillettos and Diapers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly is an a-freakin-dorable SAHM who's making a life out in Cali with her men folk.&lt;br /&gt;I always tell Molly that she's living a life similar to what I thought mine would be, so I love love love reading about what she's up to!(because hey-ya, i was wrong!)  She's also a fellow Southern gal... so ya' know, we've got a bond y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who else is on the menu, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kristenlawlor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLaw: Inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a doll face with a sassy mouth who's married to a handsome dude, but &lt;strike&gt;stalks&lt;/strike&gt; is in love with Ryan Reynolds.(Man, I just made her sound really complicated!)  She's currently working on: a baby and a kitchen re-do... among other things.  She's a busy gal who's keeping her wits about her through it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kai41megh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oofa Luffa Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is like a little blonde(but don't you dare call it platinum)Energizer Bunny&lt;br /&gt;(probably cause she's hyped up on the Full Throttle, like 24/7 y'all)&lt;br /&gt;don't blink(yes, even when reading) or you'll miss somethin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Daily Dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my nearest dearest goldest(don't you dare call us old) friend in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;We're so in tune we know when the other needs us without being told... it's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;We also tend to resemble one another at times... people just assume we're related,&lt;br /&gt;and I'd never tell them different.  To me she is family.  Here's hoping we're still friends after this post... I kid, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemusingsofmoi.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Musings of Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Summer... I can't say enough about her, really.&lt;br /&gt;She is always, always there when I need her... fashion talk, serious life talk and everything in between!  She also happens to be the Momma to my bloggy niece and nephew.  Seriously, she's a gorgeous baby maker.(But she's done, so don't try to hire her to make you one... I already tried.)  I love this lady big time &amp;amp; if don't already... you totally will after this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Thanks in advance, girls!&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-6812418205910084343?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6812418205910084343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=6812418205910084343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/6812418205910084343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/6812418205910084343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-before-goodbye.html' title='A Hello before A Goodbye'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-1399718561907811143</id><published>2009-10-23T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:00:05.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Just Don't Know What To Do With My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((or at least I probably won't next week.  Read on for details!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Hey Heeeeey, People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be random.  You're okay with that, right?  Whew, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway-in-celebration-of-my-40th-post.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Lauren's giveaway&lt;/a&gt; is still kickin'.  Have you entered yet?  It's some seriously great stuff(ahem, if I do say so myself)  See for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEMKt_hAKI/AAAAAAAABQA/HXXdWStbX9I/s1600-h/Picnik+collagejkh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEMKt_hAKI/AAAAAAAABQA/HXXdWStbX9I/s400/Picnik+collagejkh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395607206850789538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!  I told you, right?  &lt;a href="http://mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway-in-celebration-of-my-40th-post.html"&gt;Go Go Go enter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Had the amazing idea for my friend R to dress up as Kim from Real Housewives of Atlanta for Halloween.  She could stuff her bra until it was about to burst, do her makeup like crack-hoe barbie, smoke cigs all night and just walk around singing "Don't be tardy for the party".  Gah, it would be amazing.  She laughed at my suggestion, probably thought about it for a few seconds &amp;amp; then emailed me back saying she was thinking of being the Travelocity gnome.  What the H? Haha.  Sooo, I think one of you should be Kim and take pics and send 'em to me for giggles.  Mmmkay, thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuENws_moyI/AAAAAAAABQI/1MDSWIJy6sM/s1600-h/117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuENws_moyI/AAAAAAAABQI/1MDSWIJy6sM/s400/117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395608958929380130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I have no idea what my plans are for Halloween yet... but some of my ideas for costumes throughout the years that I have yet to carry out are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEetsh-i5I/AAAAAAAABQg/n-x5xdnyxe4/s1600-h/Picnik+collagehal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEetsh-i5I/AAAAAAAABQg/n-x5xdnyxe4/s400/Picnik+collagehal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395627598963182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Morton Salt girl&lt;br /&gt;Olive from Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my personal fav... The Hamburglar!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I'm taking a little bloggy break next week so I don't end up like this kiddo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEVjHX4nwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GUxhO81Taag/s1600-h/tumblr_kqpbpe1KYy1qzmkiyo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEVjHX4nwI/AAAAAAAABQQ/GUxhO81Taag/s400/tumblr_kqpbpe1KYy1qzmkiyo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395617521585397506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yah, I so wouldn't look that adorable passed out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret... though you may miss me a shit ton(classy, I know),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but I'm not going to miss you... I'll still be stalking you, duh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some super hottie hott hott subs to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo Weee, can't wait to see who they are, can ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back Monday-Friday and you won't have to wonder anymore, my pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's and O's&lt;br /&gt;Lacey&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/5582903786783921864-1399718561907811143?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1399718561907811143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=1399718561907811143&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1399718561907811143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1399718561907811143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-dont-know-what-to-do-with-my-time.html' title='Just Don&apos;t Know What To Do With My Time'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/SuEMKt_hAKI/AAAAAAAABQA/HXXdWStbX9I/s72-c/Picnik+collagejkh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-5240235593923338244</id><published>2009-10-22T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:00:04.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waxing poetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am blue skies and broken hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am his eyes and her heart&lt;br /&gt;I am Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I am small but strong&lt;br /&gt;I am mistakes and lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;I am exit 80 and never really home&lt;br /&gt;I am a sweet smile and a sassy mouth&lt;br /&gt;I am dancing around the bedroom and laughing until it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am blue skies and broken hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St7Kz48J18I/AAAAAAAABP4/whPO9MMTq3I/s1600-h/HPIM1402kh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St7Kz48J18I/AAAAAAAABP4/whPO9MMTq3I/s400/HPIM1402kh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394972396443260866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was made possible by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's Workshop w/&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt; Mama's Losin' It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; viewers like you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-5240235593923338244?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5240235593923338244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=5240235593923338244&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5240235593923338244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/5240235593923338244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/waxing-poetic.html' title='waxing poetic'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St7Kz48J18I/AAAAAAAABP4/whPO9MMTq3I/s72-c/HPIM1402kh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-1956047764944200744</id><published>2009-10-20T21:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:21:53.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I blow my own mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Naps,"Gas" &amp; Baby Laughs: It's All In A Day's Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can last exactly two nights away from WG before I start missing falling asleep like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St5xHXLubGI/AAAAAAAABPw/u5SxHve4510/s1600-h/YfSOiqBBzp1zoggvjJc625Lvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St5xHXLubGI/AAAAAAAABPw/u5SxHve4510/s400/YfSOiqBBzp1zoggvjJc625Lvo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394873774932651106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Such a funny one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feeling super emo &amp;amp; needing my Mister by my side in a big ol' way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gasoline isn't one of those "The glass(or tank in this case) is half full" kind of things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always, always, always half empty.  Yeah, I totally ran out of gas today.  Well, I didn't really run out, like break down on side of the road... my car just wouldn't start in my driveway today b/c it apparently had ZERO gas in it.  Way to go, Lacey.  Way. To. Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can multi-task like no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have 6 projects going, laundry in the washer &amp;amp; dinner cooking.  Mmmhmm, I blow my own mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm completely capable of laughing my bootay off at 7am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNEW?!&lt;br /&gt;My 14 month old niece, with a serious sassy attitude had me rolling before the sun even had a chance to warm the air.  God bless her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Taking 2 naps in 1 day is awesome &amp;amp; not at all lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, maybe a little lazy... but really, really AWESOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;My BFF&lt;/a&gt; is having a giveaway today!  An apron that'll hit &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5240474"&gt;the shop&lt;/a&gt; ASAP is included(along with some other greatness... seriously, I want it!) &amp;amp; I think you should go try your luck!  I would ♥ it if one of my lovies won!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-1956047764944200744?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1956047764944200744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=1956047764944200744&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1956047764944200744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/1956047764944200744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/napsgas-baby-laughs-its-all-in-days.html' title='Naps,&quot;Gas&quot; &amp; Baby Laughs: It&apos;s All In A Day&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/St5xHXLubGI/AAAAAAAABPw/u5SxHve4510/s72-c/YfSOiqBBzp1zoggvjJc625Lvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-7071794632476490764</id><published>2009-10-19T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:20:24.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m awesome'/><title type='text'>Awesome or things that resemble it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwJTtk-nvI/AAAAAAAABPY/kQqWyZtZx2s/s1600-h/20080602095255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwJTtk-nvI/AAAAAAAABPY/kQqWyZtZx2s/s200/20080602095255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394196687939870450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only have time tonight to blog about a few days this week on my journey of awesomeness...  Soooo, the weekend it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up at WG's to a gorgeous day waiting for me outside.  I geared up in some cute fall wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...turquoise tube, gold cardigan, dark wash skinnies &amp;amp; western inspired boots....&lt;/span&gt;, kissed my Mister goodbye while he was still all snoozy &amp;amp; headed out the door.  I decided to hit up an antique store I saw while driving around last week.  I didn't come out with much, but I did score this adorable little glass medicine bottle with a turquoise top.  Matches my bed &amp;amp; bath :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StlmhiEKtOI/AAAAAAAABOw/I5OP_5gtKSQ/s1600-h/HPIM1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StlmhiEKtOI/AAAAAAAABOw/I5OP_5gtKSQ/s320/HPIM1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393454755018880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what "Emperin" was to be honest, I was hoping it wasn't something gross... &amp;amp; whatdayaknow, it's just a pain reliever.  It'll be perfection on my vanity with some Advil stored inside.  Annnyway, after that quick trip shopping, I headed back home where I had a hot date with a super cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Stjx1kXpgPI/AAAAAAAABOg/_CqjAZAp-x0/s1600-h/HPIM1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/Stjx1kXpgPI/AAAAAAAABOg/_CqjAZAp-x0/s400/HPIM1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393326456374395122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes my date doesn't like to sit still.  When such is the case while picture taking... embrace it and go for the kisses.&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn out lovelier than you had originally planned :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our date consisted of a picnik in the park(kids meals, but of course) &amp;amp; some quality playground time.  I like to play on all of the stuff as much as he does, but today... my super lengthy 5'2" self miscalculated my height and conked my head in a wooden tunnel of sorts.  What a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came home &amp;amp; I promptly helped myself to an Advil from my sweet new medicine bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just fall into place like that, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I spent some time with the fam. before &lt;a href="http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/shut-up-and-put-your-money-where-your.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I could have re-typed all of that, but really.. what's the point when you can just click and read?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a lovely day full of awesome for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a big order &amp;amp; got the Benjamins for it* Played with my niece and nephew * Did a little bit of nothing at all * Went to WG's - the night included: fire pitting it with some friends, Entourage, and some seriously sweet snugs. (snuggles-duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to the grocery to get some lunch fixins.  I went in with no ideas, but knew I wanted to get something that was quick to make since WG was already hungry.  Ended up leaving with the ingredients for club(ish) sandwiches &amp;amp; Mexican veggie soup. The soup is super easy(as most soup is) to make.  Here's the "recipe" if you can even call it that!  It's the soup version of Dump Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lg cans petite diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 can Mexican style corn&lt;br /&gt;1 can pinto beans&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken or vegetable broth&lt;br /&gt;1 package taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 package ranch dressing/dip mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can add chicken or ground beef to this if you like... which then turns it into a Taco Soup of sorts.  You can also garnish it with tortilla strips, cheese, sour cream or my personal favorite, avacado.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwDkSfVbhI/AAAAAAAABPI/OG4kx5fwIgw/s1600-h/taco_soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwDkSfVbhI/AAAAAAAABPI/OG4kx5fwIgw/s320/taco_soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394190375656451602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating and watching some TV with his roommates, I hit the road &amp;amp; ended up stopping to visit with these good looking kids for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwHeoQCnCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/DcTpGX7pW-0/s1600-h/4459_568422744604_50314177_33664918_4536009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwHeoQCnCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/DcTpGX7pW-0/s200/4459_568422744604_50314177_33664918_4536009_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194676465179682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chit chatted for a while and passed along an apron that Lauren will be giving away on &lt;a href="http://mysticalmumbojumbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; (along with some other fabulous goodies) very soon!  Yep yep, you could win an apron made by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours truly&lt;/span&gt;, ya lucky duck!  I will point you in that direction when she posts it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I did a little work on WG's birthday gift.  Yes, I'm making him something.  VERY Brady Bunch of me, right?  haha.  I've actually done a little painting for him before, so the pressure is kind of off on me creating things for him.  Anyway, it's something I've never done before, but got the idea(jacked the idea... it's okay! i'm not selling it!) from a really cute shop on my very fav. website(youknowwhati'mtalkin'bout) and thought he would appreciate it.  Maybe?  I hope so... haha!  I can't tell you guys what it is yet, clearly... but you'll see it soon enough.  WG's b-day is Nov. 2nd!  Creepin' up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; noooowww I'm goin' night night, y'all!  Hope you have sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ each and every one of you!&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/5582903786783921864-7071794632476490764?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7071794632476490764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=7071794632476490764&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7071794632476490764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/7071794632476490764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/awesome-or-things-that-resemble-it.html' title='Awesome or things that resemble it...'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/StwJTtk-nvI/AAAAAAAABPY/kQqWyZtZx2s/s72-c/20080602095255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582903786783921864.post-2328569775466767920</id><published>2009-10-17T03:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:26:08.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s saturday- why am i blogging?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Shut up and put your money where your mouth is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what you get for waking up in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish I were there with so many of you right now!  Instead, I'm here in Louisiana... but, whoopthereitis- the weather is amazing here!  I had a super lovely day &amp;amp; an evening of girl talk, sushi &amp;amp; a movie!  It was grrrreat.  I came home and threw on one of my Mister's old shirts and curled up in bed to watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me feel all Halloweeny :)  Which, in turn, is kind of making me want rice crispy treats &amp;amp; candies apples.  That screams "Halloween" to me b/c my Mom would make them this time of year when I was little.  YUM.  I think I'll make some treats for WG tomorrow :)  What a lucky duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Pretty Pretty kind of weekend, y'all.  Don't get caught in any drive through chapels girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not without me there ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582903786783921864-2328569775466767920?l=laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2328569775466767920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582903786783921864&amp;postID=2328569775466767920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/2328569775466767920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582903786783921864/posts/default/2328569775466767920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laceyinloveblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/shut-up-and-put-your-money-where-your.html' title='Shut up and put your money where your mouth is...'/><author><name>Lace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432411150251335430</uri><email>lacey_inthesky@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07908753891734779422'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>