<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182</id><updated>2011-09-30T05:29:53.849-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/Sdl0M_Yp2KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HQe3YDE_Ma8/s200/011105_28.jpg'/><title type='text'>Damsel in a Dress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7368849949828175346</id><published>2011-01-30T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:58:56.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where I am :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jesslonglastname/rfeDoomieypFyvnwgBschjyGxEjEkgeCBrkndhcjsiyfodymDqqnCFDDzAck/1687943471.jpg.scaled1000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jesslonglastname/rfeDoomieypFyvnwgBschjyGxEjEkgeCBrkndhcjsiyfodymDqqnCFDDzAck/1687943471.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" height="375"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;Sleepy boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-6537002657995866699?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6537002657995866699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=6537002657995866699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6537002657995866699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6537002657995866699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleepy-boy.html' title='Sleepy boy'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1855496028618230013</id><published>2011-01-23T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:33:28.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Choo! Choo!  There goes the baby train...see you later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I think it comes with the territory that as a newlywed, it doesn't take long for people ask "So when are you having a baby?"&amp;nbsp; Here are few things I'm going to say to that:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#1 Don't ask anyone that?&amp;nbsp; I mean, unless you know them well...I mean REALLY well.&amp;nbsp; Just don't ask it.&amp;nbsp; It's awkward and rude.&amp;nbsp; Even more awkward if you aren't joining Mommy &amp;amp; Me anytime soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#2 Babies are great.&amp;nbsp; So cute and funny to watch.&amp;nbsp; In fact, both of my sisters have had babies in the last month.&amp;nbsp; I love being an Aunt! I plan to keep it that way for some time...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#3 Because I'm not feeling well ONE DAY does not mean that I have morning sickness.&amp;nbsp; So don't give me "the look"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#4 Travel.&amp;nbsp; The Big Mans and I love to travel.&amp;nbsp; We both know any kind of world traveling will take a back seat when we have a family.&amp;nbsp; Which is why we're focused on enjoying new places and meeting new people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;#5 Shoes.&amp;nbsp; Seriously do you know what kind of major shoe budget I will have to go on when children come into the picture?&amp;nbsp; For the reason,&amp;nbsp; I'll need to start off slow.&amp;nbsp; Narrowing that budget bit by bit...don't rush it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For now.&amp;nbsp; We're good.&amp;nbsp; We have the dog, the cat and each other.&amp;nbsp; And believe it or not, we're getting along with that just fine.&amp;nbsp; So please...when we're ready, we'll let the world know.&amp;nbsp; Until then...don't ask!&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1855496028618230013?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1855496028618230013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1855496028618230013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1855496028618230013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1855496028618230013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2011/01/choo-choo-there-goes-baby-trainsee-you.html' title='Choo! Choo!  There goes the baby train...see you later!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3082321196004251229</id><published>2011-01-23T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:17:46.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are human...in case you forgot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been wanting to really get back into blogging for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; I always wondered what should I focus on?&amp;nbsp; In fact, it's taken me over a year to finally figure out...I'm just not going to worry about it :-)&amp;nbsp; Posting to posterous whatever it is I want.&amp;nbsp; From travel to social media, and weight loss tips to fabulous shoes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love to read blogs that HUMAN. Thoughts, ideas and real insight into someone's life. You'll get that here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But&amp;nbsp; let's start with how I got here.&amp;nbsp; Over the last few months, I've landed my dream job.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I could explain in words how insanely happy I am and how I have to pinch myself daily.&amp;nbsp; I just love what I do. Working social media for a global company was on my short list for goals in life.&amp;nbsp; Social media is my baby, I live it and breathe it.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could tell you exactly how to use social media it perfectly, but I can't.&amp;nbsp; In fact I can gaurantee NO ONE can.&amp;nbsp; However, I'm one of those students of life, constantly learning and adding knowledge to everything I do.&amp;nbsp; I'll share antedeotes in the next few weeks about things I see that work in social media and things that do not. Stay tuned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Getting here however, was not easy. I moved from the north after living there my entire life (27 years) to the south.&amp;nbsp; I met a lot of people in the 2 years I've been in the south.&amp;nbsp; Some great, some...not so much.&amp;nbsp; I tend to be that person who let's those "not so nice" people bother the (expletive) out of me.&amp;nbsp; 2010 was really tough.&amp;nbsp; I was told countless times I don't fit in here.&amp;nbsp; Nor was I looking to per se but I don't know if those comments really had much backing.&amp;nbsp; Why did people tell me that?&amp;nbsp; Why do people care if I do fit in or not?&amp;nbsp; I've been a fiercely independent female since coming of the womb and I've found not many people like that.&amp;nbsp; Meh, what can you do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On that note, let's get a few things straight.&amp;nbsp; I'm a big believer in hard work and a not so big believer in obtaining success on "who you know"&amp;nbsp; While " who you know" opens many doors, it's talent and work ethic that keep you there.&amp;nbsp; I have a passion for what I do and I've worked insanely hard to find a "happy place" in my career.&amp;nbsp; For the first time I finally have.&amp;nbsp; I've also experienced that when you are successful, others you trusted don't like to see it.&amp;nbsp; I never understood or believed that fact until now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think many people have misconceptions about who I am.&amp;nbsp; While fiercely independent, confident and passionate about what I do...I have feelings.&amp;nbsp; Last time I checked, I'm human.&amp;nbsp; It's tough for me to meet people, spend time and effort into building relationships and see those friendships ruined by selfishness and cruelty.&amp;nbsp; While I always enjoyed and thrived on networking and meeting new people...I do it to build solid and trusting relationships.&amp;nbsp; I came to find that those intentions were not the same of many folks I've met in my community. It's sad and at times I question who I am...but I'm done.&amp;nbsp; Done questioning reasons why people thought after I landed my dream job, I had changed.&amp;nbsp; My biggest change was that I am happy, fully happy! It took awhile but I got there.&amp;nbsp; I think at times it would have been nice for someone to say "Jess, you worked your butt off, congratulations"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Instead I was greeted with smug attitudes and even one nasty tweet from someone who for some strange reason people respect in certain circles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm human and all those things that were thrown at me this year, caused a few bruises.&amp;nbsp; But I know there is no where but up from here.&amp;nbsp; So I remind you that while maybe you think some people have it all together...remember, EVERYONE is human.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes what you think is a joke and much easier to say via Twitter...text message...whatever, may not be so funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While I've learned to "buck up"...I think many in social media community and beyond need to remember there are actual people on the other side of hurtful messages. Let's step off the high horses and be human again.&amp;nbsp; Please!&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3082321196004251229?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3082321196004251229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3082321196004251229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3082321196004251229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3082321196004251229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-are-humanin-case-you-forgot.html' title='People are human...in case you forgot.'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5350386164093380842</id><published>2011-01-02T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:43:45.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...for real this time</title><content type='html'>I never liked New Year's resolutions.  Probably because for the most part, I would never stick to them.  I've decided this year I need to make some changes.  You can call them resolutions but I would rather refer to them as growth spurts.  I've been holding off on getting back into blogging for quite some time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 was a pretty big year, full of some major life changing moments.  One being that I got &lt;a href="http://www.argentophotography.com/?postID=382&amp;amp;tonawanda-castle-wedding-reception"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; and another, landing my &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/jessgriffin"&gt;dream job&lt;/a&gt;.  In between all that were many ups and downs that I think I wasn't totally ready to share with the world.  But now I'm back and ready to start sharing my thoughts, opinions and ideas on everything from being a newlywed to social media to losing weight.  Some posts may be planned and some...not so much.   So stay tuned :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posts you can look out for: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foursquare:  When NOT to check in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not all a size 6: How to shop for ANY size&lt;br /&gt;Whole Living &amp;amp; Detoxing:  Easily and Healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Baby Train:  Why I haven't bought a ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-5350386164093380842?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5350386164093380842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5350386164093380842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5350386164093380842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5350386164093380842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-backfor-real-this-time.html' title='I&apos;m back...for real this time'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-259117582495302034</id><published>2010-01-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:39:34.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 2009 I learned...</title><content type='html'>-Moving halfway across the country entails a lot more emotional strength than I ever imagined (culture shock times 100) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Not everyone cares how much education you have, or even experience, even how hard you work, as long as you can talk the talk and walk the walk, you're in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm allowed to ALWAYS re-invent myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You can't expect everyone to be nurturing.  My previous supervisors were all very nurturing, something I took all too much for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That I'm going to be a damn good mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fashion and design is truly a passion of mine, I don't just love shoes and accessories, I LOVE shoes and accessories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm passionate about being an independent professional and I shouldn't let it pass me by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have the most amazing husband-to-be EVER.  We're "that couple" you wish you could be. Not perfect but filled with lots of love.  And I'm not ashamed to admit it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have the most amazing family and friends EVER...seriously...EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm not just obsessed with social media and the new trends in marketing, PR and advertising I have a deep passion for it.  And one day, I'm going to change the world with it.  (Ok a girl can dream can't she?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That Blogspot is so 2009 and Wordpress is very 2010...so folks that is where I'm headed with Damsel in a Dress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a new chapter in Damsel in a Dress that I'm very excited to start.  A lot of new improvements and a lot more posts about everything.  Fashion, life, my passion for social media, my transition to the south and don't forget...the wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-259117582495302034?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/259117582495302034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=259117582495302034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/259117582495302034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/259117582495302034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-2009-i-learned.html' title='In 2009 I learned...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7032905746946493989</id><published>2009-08-03T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:20:43.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>After much time and thought and maybe a little soul-searching I decided to bring my personal blog back!   I mean why not?  To be honest a lot has changed in my life over the last 5 months since I posted.  However, a few things have not.  The first being that I still have not yet found a job here in Greenville.  To say that I'm beyond frustrated is being nice.  And a big reason why I decided to blog again was simply because I was not finding any other outlet to vent my frustrations.  I also have yet to find many folks out there I can relate to on these subjects and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My situation is also a bit rare in that I made the move with a significant other for his employment. (Ah yes ladies, the things we do for love.) We're getting married next June and while most would assume planning a wedding is the time of your life, when you are jobless, its not all its cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the list making gal that I am decided to come up with a few ideas for future blog posts you'll see here soon: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  The quandary I find myself as a master's degree educated young person who struggles to find a job for even a foot in the door.  (I've given up the dream of making close to $50K in my given field, or have I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  My never-ending effort to not be known as the "loud and opinionated (somewhat annoying) girl from Buffalo" but instead "the gal with the know who and the know how to succeed in a place not quite fit for her" (Get my drift?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) To stay in Greenville, SC or not stay in Greenville...that is the question and quite frankly I'm still searching for the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Why skinny girls constantly need to talk about their weight around the fat chick (i.e. ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  My search for the perfect wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  My struggle to lose weight and keep it off before the "big day" and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Why I still am not on the Obama train....yet.  (And you thought I was going to stray from my political rants...oh no no) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  My undying love for everything Buffalo and why one day...I will be back to run for mayor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  The greatest and best ways I'm trying to cut costs and save some change while job hunting.  Take for example the awesome bowling alley around the corner that only charges $6 for four games/per person!  And my Dollar Tree excursions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  My love/hate relationship with social media.  While I think its absolutely the best thing since sliced bread, I see parts of it being taken to an immature and somewhat "high schoolish" game of being in or out.  I also don't believe in social media rock stars.  We're all rock stars.  (Especially me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my returning readers, all 5 of you.  (Even you too mom!)  Welcome back!  To those just joining me, get ready.  I don't apologize for who I am and I don't hold back.  I have opinions, as I'm sure you do too.  I do ask however that you refrain from name-calling and making personal attacks at me.  I may be loud and proud but I don't personally attack any one person on this blog.  Even you, Mr. Obama.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...set...LIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7032905746946493989?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7032905746946493989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7032905746946493989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7032905746946493989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7032905746946493989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaack!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5709899146925019676</id><published>2009-04-19T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:32:39.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP: Damsel in a Dress</title><content type='html'>So after careful thought and consideration I've decided to put to rest the Damsel in a Dress blog.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I lied I made the decision today and really didn't think long and hard at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as though this Damsel in a Dress blog has never exactly brought me great success or positivity.  And quite frankly, no one really reads this anyways.  Am I right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Damsel is putting her dress on the hanger and the kitten heels back in the box.  Not really sure what is going to happen with my writing but I guess we'll just wait and see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to all 2 of you who have taken the time to read this blog! It is appreciated!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-5709899146925019676?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5709899146925019676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5709899146925019676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5709899146925019676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5709899146925019676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/04/rip-damsel-in-dress.html' title='RIP: Damsel in a Dress'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5694064334867197451</id><published>2009-04-13T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:01:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thy city as thyself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so yes,  I'm a bit defensive about my dear city of Buffalo.  I get offended when people hate on my city.  I know some of you may feel the same way.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt; (which BTW, do not make the mistake of calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Greenvegas&lt;/span&gt; on Twitter...you will start a riot) has been an adjustment for me.  My passion was (and still is) Buffalo.  I have yet to find that same passion in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry folks, I've been here 3 months, give me a little room!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when I was in Buffalo and met a Buffalo hater I did my best to show them the good side of the city I love.  Whether it was taking them out to a new great hangout or recommending some restaurants (as we know Buffalo is famous for them!)  I just did my best to be a great ambassador for the city.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Folks this is why I'm certain some metro areas are suffering.  Because those living in those cities are not becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; to us new folks?  I take that back, I've met some great people. I have and I'm very lucky to have found them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However,  some of you need to calm down.  Instead of blasting a person for taking a little longer to realize the great in a place, how about let her in and show her your fun side.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not take it to Twitter people.  I really dislike it.  And if you know me, you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not always a good thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5694064334867197451?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5694064334867197451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5694064334867197451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5694064334867197451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5694064334867197451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-thy-city-as-thyself.html' title='Love thy city as thyself?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3823727816563952180</id><published>2009-04-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:29:17.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/Sdl0M_Yp2KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HQe3YDE_Ma8/s200/011105_28.jpg'/><title type='text'>True Life:  Greenville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alright so its been, what...3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we really fell in love with Greenville and we still do enjoy it.  There are lots to do and see, great restaurants and did I mention the weather? When I move to a new city I do my part to be a tourist and experience as much as possible.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my favorite things so far:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falls Park at the Reedy River, downtown G-ville (my oasis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SdlzYou51gI/AAAAAAAAACA/lE8oi77TXwM/s320/reed-river-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321411301803152898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saucytavern.com/"&gt;Smoke on the Water Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; (Eclectic Southern Cuisine and cheap! SO GOOD!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/Sdl0M_Yp2KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HQe3YDE_Ma8/s200/011105_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321412201237043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Greenville Public Library (preferably Hughes-Main in downtown) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SdpTECpjnBI/AAAAAAAAACY/RslHBNcDwUU/s1600-h/3330297070_a7cc41109c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SdpTECpjnBI/AAAAAAAAACY/RslHBNcDwUU/s200/3330297070_a7cc41109c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321657238587415570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again did I mention the weather? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, Greenville is booming with the creative-types.  In fact through Twitter alone in the past few weeks I've come across a lot of fun folks.  I've also discovered my niche.  Social media! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get back down to reality a bit.  I haven't had much luck in finding a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you don't have a job?  What do you do with yourself?!?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sit home and eat bon-bons.  That's what I do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I work my butt off to do what I can and make something happen.  A few things seem promising and in the meantime I've developed my own web site for some freelancing,  &lt;a href="http://www.glasshalffullimc.com/"&gt;Glass Half &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glasshalffullimc.com/"&gt;Full Communications &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, its not much.  Give me a week, we'll have the guts finished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've constantly read the articles,the blogs and done everything possible to land some sort of employment.  I'm realizing now, maybe this is my "break"  The break to be me for awhile.  Some people take it after high school before running off to college, some right after graduating said college and some do it at 50.  It'll be a blip in what I ensure will be a long and successful career.  Have no doubt, Damsel in a Dress will make waves and take names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I've been able to learn some great meditation techniques at the &lt;a href="http://www.greenvillecfm.com"&gt;Greenville Center for Mindfulness&lt;/a&gt;, right here in Greenville!  Dr. Dale Dingledine is the founder and probably one of the best resources in the region.  I can't say enough about my experience, probably because I'm only halfway through the stress management program.  I know now it has been my saving grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenville may not be my dream home, but its home for now.  At least its a journey I was willing to take.  And a risk I jumped into, head first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I'm still icing the bump on my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3823727816563952180?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3823727816563952180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3823727816563952180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3823727816563952180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3823727816563952180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-life-greenville.html' title='True Life:  Greenville'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SdlzYou51gI/AAAAAAAAACA/lE8oi77TXwM/s72-c/reed-river-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8157523734899299141</id><published>2009-03-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:26:23.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will dislike me after this...</title><content type='html'>Sorry...I got this email today and well...I just have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll understand me more and maybe you'll hate me more.  Either way move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I recently asked my friend's little girl what she wanted to be&lt;br /&gt; when she grows up. She said she wanted to be President some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Both of her parents, liberal Democrats,were standing there, so I asked&lt;br /&gt; her,'If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?'&lt;br /&gt; She replied, 'I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her parents beamed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'Wow! What a worthy goal.' I told her, 'But you don't have to wait until&lt;br /&gt; you're President to do that. You can come over to my house and mow the&lt;br /&gt; lawn, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50. Then I'll&lt;br /&gt; take you over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and&lt;br /&gt; you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me  straight in&lt;br /&gt; the eye and asked, 'Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the&lt;br /&gt; work, and you can just pay him the $50?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I said, 'Welcome to the Republican Party.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her parents still aren't speaking to me.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8157523734899299141?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8157523734899299141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8157523734899299141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8157523734899299141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8157523734899299141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-will-dislike-me-after-this.html' title='You will dislike me after this...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8458062398852180480</id><published>2009-03-23T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:52:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL social standards of Social Networking</title><content type='html'>I love social networking.  I love new, online and digital media.  I hate faxing a press release or even putting one together in general.  I think they are useless.  I think they will be useless completely in a good 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, where are the social and etiquette practices of networks like Facebook, Twitter, Linked In and yes, even MySpace.  I treat each of those type of networks like I would someone I trusted as a friend.   Quite frankly, I've done some friend purging every so often.  If I haven't talked to you in a few months, you most likely don't really care about my life both professional and personal.  And really you are looking for a way to cyber-stalk me.  Yes...I mean you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you do if someone wants to follow you on Twitter and really they were never that friendly to you in person anyways? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got the Facebook following and now its the Twitter thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd like to add that nor do I claim to have a "following" in any aspect of my life, both on social networks and real life, but you know where I'm going) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we go so far as to ask,  "What are your exact reasons you feel the need to add me as a friend?"  I don't so much do this for someone I've never met before in my life, to be honest I've forged some really great connections and relationships with those who just liked my blog or followed my Tweets, more on the professional front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those people that you've actually met sometime in your life whether professionally or personally and maybe you never saw eye to eye or you in fact never trusted them?  IF and this is a big IF I find someone who I knew in a past lifetime, I do the common courtesy to actually make a personal note.  I think that's just good etiquette.  Same goes with professional contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I love this social networking boom, I think it may just be one way that people can stalk one another.  I don't like people stalking me.  Which is why I make my Facebook and MySpace private. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stalker or follower? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8458062398852180480?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8458062398852180480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8458062398852180480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8458062398852180480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8458062398852180480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-social-standards-of-social.html' title='The REAL social standards of Social Networking'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7575025122665748711</id><published>2009-03-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:51:21.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much?</title><content type='html'>So there are tons of web sites out there that you can publicize your blog.  Without sounding a bit skitzo with my last point.  I wonder if promoting this blog is really worth it.  To be honest, I've used to this blog to somewhat update my friends on my life's doings but mostly just to rant and vent.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had good responses and oh-so-bad responses.  Which begs the question: "How much is too much?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had people (i.e. pretty much anyone over the age of 40) telling me "oooo watch what you post on the internet, a future employer could find it...oooo" I've had many a heated debate with said people why I think they are wrong.  Quite frankly, if an employer doesn't like what I post here:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 I'd like to see them find who the real person is behind this blog &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 I've made sure that no employer will ever link my name to this blog...ok well I've done my best anyways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had this blog picked up by The Buffalo News for an ungodly reason.  I did like the To-Do list piece and it was quite fun but I guess it wasn't totally the route I was going down here for this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had people decide to take out their "I hate IrishPRGrl's manifestos" in the form of blog comments.  Which unfortunately has kept me from posting certain things I'd love to delve in to without running the risk of someone emailing me or iming me and telling me that I'm a fat pig.... (You know who you are, you know you still read my blog too,  how sad)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is this really a blog I want to promote?  If not then I really need to start another one possibly focused entirely to the booming social networking/digital media world and well my favorite topic:  Politics!  (Bi-partisan, believe it or not)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so I really can't stand censoring myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me?  Censored?  So NOT fun, do we agree?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-7575025122665748711?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7575025122665748711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7575025122665748711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7575025122665748711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7575025122665748711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-2790249450978668324</id><published>2009-03-23T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:24:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially a member of Twenty Something Bloggers! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Go me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/483ec89d3823f260/49c7c5d8d0ed8411/483ec89d28fd4e4c/a5ac6ffb/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-2790249450978668324?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2790249450978668324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=2790249450978668324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2790249450978668324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2790249450978668324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-officially-member-of-twenty-something.html' title='I&amp;#39;m officially a member of Twenty Something Bloggers! '/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-30997432015949871</id><published>2009-03-20T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:09:17.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what makes things all better...</title><content type='html'>Listening to O.A.R "That was a crazy game of poker"....ugh love that song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of this:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you can lose all your money, you can lose all your gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never lose your heart, you can never lose your soul, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I'm not gonna quit and I'm never gonna stop....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-30997432015949871?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/30997432015949871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=30997432015949871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/30997432015949871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/30997432015949871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-what-makes-things-all-better.html' title='You know what makes things all better...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8974126229715792818</id><published>2009-03-19T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:18:50.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to lose friends REALLY quickly....</title><content type='html'>Become a Republican...or not agree with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; policies.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I know this?  Well, it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, in fact I've lost many friends since the election.  Some have lingered off and become... a-hem "busy".  And well maybe being unemployed I just have way too much time on my hands to realize it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a secret that I enjoy a good debate.  And well I like to voice my opinion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before you judge.  Know this:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I do my research.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I don't believe Obama is in fact going to make everything all nice, pretty and hunky-dory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I do in fact not enjoy that people booed George Bush at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll premise this with I voted for John Kerry in 2004, Bush is not my savior.  However,  I don't care if you hate his father and think he put us in this economic situation (The recession was already beginning at the time Bush came into office which means...oh yeah...Clinton f*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cked&lt;/span&gt; up! You want to debate this, I have proof and numbers.  But honestly, don't waste your time, you'll lose.) The fact of the matter is 9/11 happened, something needed to be done to keep this country safe, because guess what...somehow it wasn't and it still isn't.  Millions of people fought for this freedom, lets keep it that way, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is an abbreviated version of what I want my president to be: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -Most presidents didn't use teleprompters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My president does NOT ban gay marriage.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My president keeps our country safe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My president supports people who have picked themselves up off their bootstraps and made something of themselves, without government assistance OR have come out of government assistance to live on their own in a healthy and fruitful way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My president makes a surprise trip to visit the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan and not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; on Jay Leno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My presidents STOPS blaming either party or past president and does his job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-And finally, this is NOT the worst recession since the Great Depression.  I have numbers and facts for that too.  So MY president wouldn't not throw that term around so loosely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that my lovlies is how you lose friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Keep on the lookout for The Big Mans BI-PARTISAN political blog...full with facts, facts, facts.  I least I got him on my side, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8974126229715792818?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8974126229715792818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8974126229715792818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8974126229715792818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8974126229715792818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-lose-friends-really-quickly.html' title='How to lose friends REALLY quickly....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3539430151903256554</id><published>2009-03-16T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:07:05.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you kinda get it?</title><content type='html'>So lately I've not exactly been in the best of moods.  I think some of us have all gone through it sometime in your life.  If you have I commend you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, its those times where you are just mad at the whole world.  You know it?  You've been there.  And nothing nor nobody can really get you out of that funk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm not some negative whoo-ha who just wants to have people read about my troubles.  I'm just kind of hoping in some small way other people can say "Oh yea!  I've been there!" and possibly disregard a lot of my ranting for just plain funkiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, thank you.  And if you can't, I suggest you contact me directly and get to know me before you judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that asking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3539430151903256554?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3539430151903256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3539430151903256554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3539430151903256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3539430151903256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-kinda-get-it.html' title='Do you kinda get it?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-312586105797914624</id><published>2009-03-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:13:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No. Job hunting is in fact NOT humbling...</title><content type='html'>Before I begin I'd like to preface this by saying, yes I quit my job on my own ability because #1 I was desperately not happy in what I was doing, #2 My fiance and the man I plan on bearing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rearing&lt;/span&gt; his children (oh and be a great wife to, too) with was offered a job in this god-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forsaken&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt;-loving city we call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt;.  I'd also like to say that, look, I know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; is in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shitter&lt;/span&gt; and this country has not be more afraid to barely walk outside and enjoy the day.  Look I get it.  I'm not the only one....blah blah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;f'in&lt;/span&gt; blah.  I'll remind you my father a truck driver (you remember those...that form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;transpiration&lt;/span&gt; that makes sure you get food on that Pottery Barn table of yours, ya that) of 30 years was also laid off...count 'em TWICE in one year.  So really don't go spouting your Obama loving economic stimulus package BS to me because quite frankly, I could give a rat's behind.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a fan of change and contrary to popular belief but I embrace it.  Having about 10 jobs in the last 10 years (internships, part time and full time)  will tell you I like change and, well,  bring it on!  Nothing is ever really good enough for me.  I just know that my past employment I've sat in a chair and thought to myself how I could make it better, and so I did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going into this whole moving south thing was not something I was a fan of, some of you may know my reservations.  But I did it.  Yes, I did.  While we're not dying of hunger down here by any means let me tell you a little something about not having a place to work or set employment.  You forget who you are.  And yet, you would also think at this time, why not take time for myself to really find out who I AM.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...hold on a second...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  You think its that easy,huh?  Well then your not me, so quit reading.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes folks, don't lie to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yourselves&lt;/span&gt;, you cannot honestly tell me that if you did not have the job you have or A job for that matter, you'd really know who you are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take for example a networking event.  First thing people ask "What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; are you with?" That's not humbling.  In fact saying that you are a consultant and self-employed is not really as cool as you would think it is when it comes out of your mouth.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, being a marketing and PR guru that I am, yes I am.  I have seen a lot of posers. Lots of jobs out there that claim to be PR and marketing jobs, when in fact they are dressing up as lady Liberty and waving as cars go by for Liberty Tax Refunds.  It's ridiculous.  Another reason I think Monster and Career Builder are pretty much a complete waste of time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing about the job hunt, unlike other things in life, i.e. a death, a baby, a wedding...no one is really there to comfort you.  Nope, no one.  God bless the big mans, he tries, he does.  Instead I get a lot of "Well you are not the only one going through this"....no in fact I am.  I am in the 14 percentile of people with a master's degree (such as mine) in the industry. And I in fact know a thing or two about social media and the way it's taking the PR and marketing industry.  A lot of these old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fogies&lt;/span&gt; (yes my elder generations) quite frankly, do not and don't give a s**t about it either.   And yet, they get hired?  FUNNY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no idea how many networking events or agencies that have no clue what this society is really going through in order to make changes.  No one embraces social media.  No one gets it.  I can't wait for 10 years when they are far behind the times...I just wish those 10 years would fly by.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See none of this, none of these networking events and meeting new people in the area or having interviews and not getting the job has really humbled me.  And you know what?  It never really will.  I don't get humbled when it comes to my career.  Sorry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-312586105797914624?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/312586105797914624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=312586105797914624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/312586105797914624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/312586105797914624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-job-hunting-is-in-fact-not-humbling.html' title='No. Job hunting is in fact NOT humbling...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5786907670763309021</id><published>2009-03-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:25:10.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm...watch this.</title><content type='html'>Watch this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hands down one of my favorite shows and the Inside the Actor's Studio 10 questions is my favorite part of the show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to Conan's answer to what turns him on.  I think its changed my life.  It hits at :40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w43sHs9JHEs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5786907670763309021?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5786907670763309021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5786907670763309021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5786907670763309021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5786907670763309021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/enthusiasmwatch-this.html' title='Enthusiasm...watch this.'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-4284752128919497382</id><published>2009-03-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:34:19.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for us in the Ultimate Wedding Giveaway</title><content type='html'>So somehow Kyle and I are in the running to win the Ultimate Wedding in Buffalo, NY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that know us, you know we love Buffalo.  We lived, breathed and ate anything Buffalo.  In fact we still get people to call us for suggestions on restaurants and anything Buffalo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get it...we love Buffalo!   (Now if only a certain Buffalo employer would hire Kyle as a master chemist...we'd be all set!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we're having a Destination Wedding set in Buffalo.  Buffalo-themed and celebrating our favorite city! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now vote for us to win the wedding giveaway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone has said you can vote up to 10 times a day...and even more on difference web browsers...just sayin) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:  http://www.buffalobrides.com/ultimate-wedding/contest-entries?detail=1&amp;amp;id=19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who vote!  As my grandpa always said "You will be blessed in heaven, my child" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-4284752128919497382?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4284752128919497382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=4284752128919497382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4284752128919497382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4284752128919497382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-us-in-ultimate-wedding.html' title='Vote for us in the Ultimate Wedding Giveaway'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3190022383911421001</id><published>2009-02-24T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:52:35.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiney, crying, big baby...</title><content type='html'>That's what I am.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3190022383911421001?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3190022383911421001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3190022383911421001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3190022383911421001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3190022383911421001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/02/whiney-crying-big-baby.html' title='Whiney, crying, big baby...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3649045781288933322</id><published>2009-02-20T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:13:15.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things I've learned since living down south...</title><content type='html'>Fair warning...for those that are VERY sensitive this may be offensive, here we go: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  Sweet tea is, in fact, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to liquid cocaine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Alligator ain't half bad, if fried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Pepsi?  What's that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) It is common to see a church on every corner, however, unlike Buffalo it is uncommon to see a bar on the other corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) They don't sell booze on Sundays...EVER!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.)  Defensive driving has a whole new meaning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.)  They have property tax on your vehicle...$250 for everyone $10,000 that your car is worth...no I in fact did not stutter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.)  As long as you begin a sentence with "Bless her/his heart..." everything stated afterwards is totally acceptable.  For example,  "Bless her heart she has no idea that she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skanky&lt;/span&gt; low-class slut who can't count to 10 on a good day."....and you think I made that up?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.)  Speak clearly and slowly...I never thought it was true until I lived here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) It's not exactly "cool" to be a Buffalo Bills fan...wait...when is it ever really "cool" to be a Buffalo Bills fan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.)  Being a "freelancer" doesn't sound as cool as it does up north&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.)  It's 11 p.m. on a Saturday, I'm at a bar...why am I the only one sober and for that reason why is everyone leaving?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.)  It's not as cool as you would think to broadcast to an entire bar that you're a Yankee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note.   I can't beat this weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-3649045781288933322?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3649045781288933322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3649045781288933322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3649045781288933322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3649045781288933322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-few-things-ive-learned-since.html' title='Just a few things I&apos;ve learned since living down south...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5937537735290072273</id><published>2009-01-23T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:48:58.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's how we roll biatches...</title><content type='html'>I love that..."its how I roll" I personally enjoy adding biatch on the end for emphasis but that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rolling I'd like to bring up cliques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women we live and die with cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ladies...you are lying to yourselves if you don't and you know it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come across a rather annoying clique at my gym.  Becoming the gym rat that I have in the last few months its so funny to see the ancient social gathering of cliques.  In fact I'm pretty positive after high school, college and yes even grad school...the gym and work are the next closest things you will find to high school cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one resides mostly in my spinning class or as the like to call it down here "cycling" (Which means no clips for my $80 pair of Nike spinning shoes...don't worry I have filled out a comment card already)  The little group of middle-aged women (and I think one husband) have already decided to peg me out as the anti-Christ of their oh so wholesome little clique.  Funny...its not the first time I've been hated by a wide group of people I don't know.  Hmph, maybe its the 'tude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  At this gym because its owned by the City of Mauldin, SC means that anyone residing in the town and is a member or plays recreational sports in the basketball courts is allowed here, which leaves little space for a REAL spinning class.  So there are only about 15 bikes,  This also means you have to call in that morning to reserve your spot.  And when I mean call in I mean like 6:45 AM today they were completely spoken for...the gym opens at 6AM.  (Luckily me and big networking ass has an inside to someone that works the front desk and well I got an early spot last night) Bottom line...these bikes are sacred ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the clique the spins.  In the last week or so I've noticed the evil eye of said ladies and even had a few snickers and looks my way (mind you I sit in back...you know they are looking right at ya) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today it got me thinking.  (I know you are wondering...where's the freakin point you mumbling half wit!) About cliques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one for them.  In fact I roll with lots of biatches.  Haha but in all my life I was never really set in just one clique. &lt;br /&gt;-The jocks&lt;br /&gt;-The drama girls&lt;br /&gt;-The wanna-be's ( ok no I lied...in middle school I was totally a wanna-be but a single sex high school education totally changed that for me)&lt;br /&gt;-The princesses&lt;br /&gt;-The tough chicks&lt;br /&gt;-The pretty bitches&lt;br /&gt;-The insecure know-it-alls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder, quite frankly I could care less who I hang with and really don't mind going it alone when in social situations as it is, but why the immature antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it also it begs the question...why as women we like to do everything in a group and if said person is alone, do we feel bad or look down upon them or in my situation (s)...because it ain't the first time...do we cast them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I just find it insulting as women who have hopefully matured and grown past our differences in fashion, opinion, strengths and weaknesses that we don't accept each other for the good.  Don't get me wrong some people are just a lost cause if they don't bring at least some kind of positivity to your life, but really is it too much to ask to get to know someone and even if they are incredibly better at spinning then you are (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a metaphor people...let's not get carried away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5937537735290072273?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5937537735290072273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5937537735290072273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5937537735290072273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5937537735290072273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-its-how-we-roll-biatches.html' title='Because it&apos;s how we roll biatches...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1409621150886041571</id><published>2009-01-09T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:03:32.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who loves a public library?  I DO! I DO!</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid one of the things I loved to do most was to go to the library.  My mom would takes us a few times a month if not once a week, especially when she was in nursing school.  I loved going.  It was like some kind of high for me.  Walking into the front doors and the smell of old books, the plastic that covers those old books and moth balls.  Don't lie, you know your library smelled a bit like moth balls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I remember what I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I went to the library, dropped off our old library books...usually pay a fine because my sisters and I were NEVER good about bringing books back in time...grab a drink of water at the water fountain.  Why? I don't know it was some big kid thing I like to do at the time.  The water was always freezing and refreshing, like good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;-aid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of the first things I did when I moved here is to get a library card.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well Kyle got one and I'm just using it.  Once I have my SC license I can get one too.  But ANYWAYS...it felt like Christmas.  One thing I lost while being away in college, working full time and so on was reading a good book.  I always loved walking around Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for hours and I have bought hundreds of books.  When I could be saving tons of money by reading FREE books!  Duh?  Free books?  It's my way of saving money and riding through this recession.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my point is I think its just one small step of slowing down a bit while I'm in the south and remember things that made me happy in my past.  And who doesn't like to save money?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1409621150886041571?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1409621150886041571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1409621150886041571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1409621150886041571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1409621150886041571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-loves-public-library-i-do-i-do.html' title='Who loves a public library?  I DO! I DO!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-625095625827247760</id><published>2009-01-04T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:40:11.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum-o's, Rock of Love Bus &amp; the Clemson Tigers</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but I LOVE to make my own food.  Even more then I like eating out at a great new restaurant.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; hey, I love food, we know this.  One great thing about living with Kyle is that we LOVE to try new food and cook together. Over the last few days we've concocted our own "surf &amp;amp; turf" dinner for New Years Eve to my very own all-natural trail mix.  Email me for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt;!  Tonight we mad some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahi&lt;/span&gt; Tuna and Asian Slaw.  In the words of Rachel Ray, "Yum-O!"  Thank you to my Aunt who gave me the Sandra Lee 20-minute meals cookbook where I picked up some of those choices.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at our New Year's Eve din-din: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SWGI6TjyQII/AAAAAAAAABs/kSjflL-ZXdY/s320/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287657972773830786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes that is a bottle of wine actually called "Bitch", I couldn't resist)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So onto my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1 celebrity reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sleaze&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;degrade&lt;/span&gt; yourself to the horror that is Rock of Love, but I happened to catch the new season called "Rock of Love Bus"...Degressing...I really just want to see if they'll do some shooting when he came to Niagara Falls this year.  (Any way to see Buffalo on national TV, I'll do it)  During commercials I noticed that they are going to be premiering a TV show called "Tool Academy".  Now this show looks hilarious.  It's a bunch of typical guys who you would normally consider a 'tool'.  (Think "New Haircut" guy)  who basically go to rehab for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;douchebags&lt;/span&gt;".  Classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mass this afternoon Kyle and I decided to go old school and take a Sunday drive.  We ended up driving south to Clemson.  Now you would have to be really living under a rock to not know that there are only two teams you root for each college football season down here.  It's either the Clemson Tigers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt;...not THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt; but the University of South Carolina Gamecocks.  Clemson was cute.  Huge campus and lots of orange and these paw prints, EVERYWHERE!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SWGODfEKp2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HrXRuVTZqBw/s320/tigerpaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663628039399266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow starts the intense job search.  I've been looking, networking and applying for a few weeks now but nothing beats finding a job when you are actually in the location.   Fingers crossed!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-625095625827247760?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/625095625827247760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=625095625827247760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/625095625827247760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/625095625827247760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/01/yum-os-rock-of-love-bus-clemson-tigers.html' title='Yum-o&apos;s, Rock of Love Bus &amp; the Clemson Tigers'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SWGI6TjyQII/AAAAAAAAABs/kSjflL-ZXdY/s72-c/DSC03611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7506864205125955039</id><published>2009-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:59:52.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog is back!</title><content type='html'>Alright folks...as part of my New Year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt; I'm vowing to make the most of my Damsel in a Dress blog which means more posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in the last few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Big Mans and I got engaged!  Details are on our wedding page (I'd love to tell the engagement story but you can get it all here:  &lt;a href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/view/co_main.aspx?coupleid=7051647250963138"&gt;http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/view/co_main.aspx?coupleid=7051647250963138&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; my Master's Degree in Integrated Marketing Communications.  It was one long haul and I rocked my defense.  The whole experience made me stronger and taught me a lot.  A lot about dealing with certain people.  Look...I don't mesh with everyone and SHOCKER...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opinionated&lt;/span&gt;.  I have my opinions and I stick to them.  BUT I am opening to listening to others, that's for sure.  No one can take that away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yea...I MOVED!  I'm now living in the great state of South Carolina.  One BIG change from the usual east coast.  Things are QUITE different down here.  I'm adjusting and will continue to adjust for awhile.  Stay tuned because we all know I'll have something to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it in a nutshell.  Maybe you are thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; Jess, what about a job?"  Well I don't have one.  But I have hope.   The south is alive and well.  More then can be said for other places in the country.  I am very hopeful I'll find an occupation I truly love.  What that is...I'm not so sure.  But I have a once in a lifetime opportunity to find out and well if you know me...you know I GO BIG OR GO HOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep in touch and look out for many more posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7506864205125955039?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7506864205125955039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7506864205125955039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7506864205125955039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7506864205125955039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-is-back.html' title='The blog is back!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1565814013288079796</id><published>2008-12-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:44:46.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1- Did you kiss anyon​e?​ The Big Mans of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2- Did you date anyon​e?​ Again the Big Mans... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3- Are you going​ to kiss someo​ne when the ball drops​?​ Me and the Big Mans will be staying in for the first time in a long time...Works for me!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4- Did you lose any frien​ds?​ They weren't really friends in the first place...so really it's their loss :)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5- Did you gain any frien​ds?​​​​ Reconnected a lot...which works for me!  I have awesome friends!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6- Did you do somet​hing new? I got a new job, I got engaged (that's new!), I decided to move out of Buffalo...that's new   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7- Did anyon​e impor​tant to you die? Thankfully not anyone very personal to me, but Tim Russert was a big loss for all of Buffalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 8- Did you chang​e?​​​​ I'm always changing, you can't grown if you don't   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9- Are you happy​ with the year over all? I would say so...a lot happened!     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10- Whats​ the best thing​ that happe​ned to you? I got engaged to my best friend!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11- Did you fall in or out of love?​​​​ I've been in love for awhile but being away from the Big Mans helped me to fall in a love even more if that's possible!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12- Are you happy​ the years​ almos​t over?​​​​ Yeah I think 2009 is going to rock!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13- Are you going​ to chang​e somet​hing about​ yours​elf next year ? I think I'll be much more fit then last year and I'd like to change some things careerwise  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14- Do you think​ 2009 will be a bette​r year then 2008?​​​​ I bet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20- Did you go on a summe​r vacat​ion?​​​​ We went to the Finger Lakes which is always the best summer vaca...  ​ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21- Did you lie to your paren​ts?​​​​ I'm sure I did it for their greater good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22- Did you get into a fight​ ? I'm pretty positive that I've started some verbal fights...and I believe I won.  Which works.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;23- Did you leave​ the count​ry?​​​​ Went to China!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;​​​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;24- Did you have a good birth​day?​​​​ It was in China, which was pretty cool however I wish I could have celebrated with my REAL friends and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 25- Did anyon​e in your famil​y get marri​ed?​​​​ No but my cousin got engaged! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 26- Do you think​ you grew?​​​​ In many ways I think I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 27- Did you dye your hair?​​​​ A few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; ​28- Who do you think​ you were on the phone​ with the most?​​​​ The Big Mans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; ​29- Did anyon​e sing to you? Haha...some people sang Happy Birthday thats about it, thankfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  30- Did you sing to anyon​e?​​​​ I did some karoke!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  31- Did anyon​e tell you they loved​ you? Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 32- Did you ever go to the hospi​tal?​​​​ Unfortunately to visit some people but that's it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  33- What did you drink​ and eat the most?​​​​ Lots of water and Pringles...i love Pringles  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 35- Did you chang​e your profi​le over 10 times​ ? I'm sure I did...always trying to re-invent myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  36- Did you chang​e your defau​lt at least​ 20 times​?​ Haha I don't think so...I'm not that vain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 37- Did you get a tatto​o?​​​​ Thought about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  38- Did you vote?​​​​ OOOOO YES!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 39- Are you going​ to make a new years​ resol​ution​ ? A few things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 41- Think​ you’l​l date someo​ne in 2009?​​​​ I'll be engaged to someone!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;42- Where​ will you be when the ball drops​?​​​​ At home with the big mans watching it on TV  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;43- Do you think​ you will make new frien​ds in 2009?​​​​ I always do and I can't wait to meet some cool people in Greenville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;44- Are you hopin​g to meet someo​ne speci​al in 2009?​​​​ That special someone in 2009 better be my new boss!  Anyone that gets me a job is someone special to me in 2009!  :)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;45- How do you feel,​​​​ anoth​er year has passe​d you by? A LOT has happened!! It's changed me completely and I'm so happy for it.  I'm ready for what's to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&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/3044478478604939182-1565814013288079796?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1565814013288079796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1565814013288079796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1565814013288079796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1565814013288079796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-in-review.html' title='2008 in Review...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8935502509174640710</id><published>2008-11-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:54:44.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails tapping desk...looks at watch...</title><content type='html'>Yea, that's how I feel lately.  When will it get here?  When can I finally move.  I'm looking forward to the move actually.  However, contrary to what others may think this is not a solution to any of my problems, but hell...it sure beats the same ol' thang.  I'm excited to see where this journey in my life takes me.  I have no idea where but I know it'll be different and well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now South Carolina is not my first choice in places to move.  Let's be totally honest.  My dream was Boston and the farthest south I was willing to go was DC.  But I really have developed this special bond with Greenville.  It's very picturesque and quaint.  I like quaint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on driving out of Buffalo (for what hopes to be the last time...sorry) Dec. 26 or 27 and head down to PA to meet up with the Big Mans and head down to our new home, together.    And if you think I wasn't going to my exit dramatic you thought wrong...I am.  I'm going to play the Goo Goo Dolls "Better Days" and make my favorite drive down the 190 past downtown and Lake Erie headed to the 90 past the Buffalo's...and then I'll cry.  I know I'll cry.  I love Buffalo.  I don't know what it is but I've become obsessed.  I was brought extremely close to tears last week during my thesis defense when my professors looked at me and said "You can't leave".   I'm about at tears now practically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever felt so passionately about something before in my life.  I'll always be passionate about it.  But I want to find more.  More in life to be passionate about.  I'm hoping to in this journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.  (Or scowl...either way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8935502509174640710?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8935502509174640710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8935502509174640710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8935502509174640710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8935502509174640710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/11/nails-tapping-desklooks-at-watch.html' title='Nails tapping desk...looks at watch...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8959566005923352425</id><published>2008-11-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:37:06.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW you are an American?</title><content type='html'>So the election's over. I'll spare you my political banter and opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except on one very important issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've see the Facebook and MySpace status and read the numerous opinion pieces and I've seen a lot of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I feel American" or  "Now I am American" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad?  How extremely sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked we live in a country that treasures freedom... freedom of speech, freedom of press, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you liked who ran our country or not... you live in America.  People give their lives to live in America.  There would not be a constant barrage of illegal immigrants (and legal ones) who do not come to this country for opportunity.  You are more then allowed to express any kind of opinion you want...and I mean ANY.  And you NOW feel American?  You live in the best country in the free world, the absolute best and to finally feel American is a cop-out, one major cop-0ut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political belief or not its a privilege to live in this country and an even bigger privilege to have the right to whatever opinion you believe in.  To feel American NOW, disgusts me and I don't stand united with people like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my opinion because as an American...I'm allowed to have one.  Thankfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8959566005923352425?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8959566005923352425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8959566005923352425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8959566005923352425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8959566005923352425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-you-are-american.html' title='NOW you are an American?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7875826039375347658</id><published>2008-11-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:01:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks The Way I See It #17</title><content type='html'>I'm always one to check out the side of my Starbucks cups for their inspirational "The Way I see It" quotes.  God knows I've seen thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some great words from one of my FAVORITE past Sportscenter Anchors...Olbermann rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough.  On occasion, some may be correct.  But do not do their work for them.  Seek any job: ask anyone out; pursue any goal.  Don't take it personally when they say "no"- they may not be smart enough to say "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Keith Olbermann, Broadcast journalist and host of MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn that's right on! (for me at least)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7875826039375347658?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7875826039375347658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7875826039375347658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7875826039375347658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7875826039375347658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-way-i-see-it-17.html' title='Starbucks The Way I See It #17'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8779158912907772163</id><published>2008-10-24T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:12:02.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague of the 20-something Professional...</title><content type='html'>I see it often.  Another 20-something professional not quite happy with their work situation.  Quite frankly do they even know if that's where they want to be, who knows?  I'm dealing with it.  My friends are dealing with it and I beg to pose the question "Are you dealing with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your 20's you are supposed to "figure things out".  While it can be a real enlightening experience it can also be a hassle and down right frustrating.  I see others who don't have NEARLY the amount of experience as I do (that's right I'm cocky, and ?) who have positions quite frankly....they are not cut out for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a hard time dealing with this.  Where did I miss the boat?  I'm all for working from the bottom up but what about those who seem to have the uncanny luck to land a sweet gig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that...I hate you.  That's right.  I mean you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think I have a sweet gig  but my un-ending pursuit to be the very best has me not satisfied and I tend to raise my expectations that much more.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find it...that niche...that "THING" that others don't got? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wouldn't mind a few pretty cool advertising firms in Greenville, SC to find that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope in my move I find something I really truly love.  Because if not, shit's gonna fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8779158912907772163?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8779158912907772163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8779158912907772163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8779158912907772163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8779158912907772163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/10/plague-of-20-something-professional.html' title='The Plague of the 20-something Professional...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-4785746509057805815</id><published>2008-10-22T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:13:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone else feel jipped?</title><content type='html'>I hate getting those forwards through email.  The ones about someones little boy who said a cute prayer and received a heart transplant or something about "you are my friend so please forward this on...because if you don't you are not my friend..."  So you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a forward entitled "How much is a billion dollars, really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on....discuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;This is too true to be funny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The next time y ou hear a politician use the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;whether you want the 'politicians' spending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR tax money.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion is a difficult number to comprehend,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;but one advertising agency did a good job of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;putting that figure into some perspective in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;one of it's releases.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion seconds ago it was 1959.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion hours ago our ancestors were&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;living in the Stone Age.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Ge;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A billion dollars ago was only&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;8 hours and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;20 minutes, at the rate our government&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; is spending it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;While this thought is still fresh in our brain...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;let's take a look at New Orleans ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Louisiana Senator,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary Landrieu (D) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;is presently asking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Congress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;for &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;250&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; BILLION DOLLARS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;to rebuild New Orleans Interest ing number...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;what does it mean?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well... if you are one of the 484,674 residents of New Orleans  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;(every man, woman, and child) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;each&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;  get &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;$516,528.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Or... if you have one of the 188,251 homes in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;New Orleans , your home gets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;  $1,329,787.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Or... if you are a family of four...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;your family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;gets &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; $2,066,012.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Washington , D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;C &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;0A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Are all your calculators broken??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Accounts Receivable Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Building Permit Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;CDL License Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cigarette Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Corporate Income Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog License Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Federal Income Tax &lt;&gt;Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fishing License Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Food License Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuel Permit Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gasoline Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hunting License Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Inheritance Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Inventory Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Liquor Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Luxury Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriage20License Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Medicare Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Property Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Real Estate Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Service charge taxes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Security Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Road Usage Tax (Truckers) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sales Taxes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Recreational Vehicle Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;School Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;State Income Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;State Unemployment Tax (SUTA) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Federal Excise Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone State and Local Ta x &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephone Usage Charge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Utility Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vehicle License Registration Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Vehicle Sales Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Watercraft Registration Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Well Permit Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Workers Compensation Tax &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had absolutely no national debt...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We had the=2 0largest middle class in the world... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and Mom stayed home to raise the kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you spell 'politicians!' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope this goes around &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a billion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What the heck happened?????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So after all this...I felt so jipped.  Jipped that our country has become a place for politicians..that's it...plain politicians.  Not lawyers, not lawmakers, and NOT "public servants".  Jipped that I take so much pride in being a young, educated un-married woman who votes and this is what I get in return?  Jipped because I try not to even look at my weekly tax deductions from my pay check because I continue to tell myself "I'm sure it's being used wisely"  Jipped because this isn't the America I want my kids to grow up in.  And jipped because whichever political party anyone affiliates with, you lose anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3044478478604939182-4785746509057805815?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4785746509057805815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=4785746509057805815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4785746509057805815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4785746509057805815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/10/anyone-else-feel-jipped.html' title='Anyone else feel jipped?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8539041475801165807</id><published>2008-10-09T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:07:07.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's officially official...ha!</title><content type='html'>Yup.  You heard it here first folks.  Jessica is moving out of Buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP....WTF....WHOA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been told that "Oh my gawd, how can you move out of Buffalo, you love it so much...like oh my gawd?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea for the record I really hate that.  I think I'm a little more deep then just loving Buffalo people.  But whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it does suck.  I mean I really was holding out for doing some substational in Buffalo and it just didn't work that way.  It may be my standards but I feel like I need to experience something more.  I did the whole advocate for what Buffalo could be but it got stale.  (For me that is)  Some people can do it.  Personally I'm drained, worn out, beat down and ready to start a brand new life.  And lucky for me I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Big Mans was offered a position in South Carolina.  While we were happy he found a job after 7 gagillion years of college, we were disappointed that nothing popped up in Buffalo.  This UB Center for Bioinformatics and Life Sciences was supposed to DO SOMETHING.  Like 3 years ago!!!!  Ugh.  And what about keeping young people (with a brain)  here!  Someone dropped the ball and it wasn't us.  We stood strong, we advocated and we busted our butts to get our situation to change but it didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad.  In fact I've never been happier in my life.  I'm lucky enough to have an amazing man in my life.  Someone who gets me and loves me for everything that I am.  So picking up and moving down to the dirty south wasn't something I could pass up.  Plus he makes me smile like a gitty school girl.  I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to move on.  Find out what it is I'm really on this earth to do.  Part of me knows its not writing and certainly not PR.  But I'm really focused on finding out what it is.  I just want to be happy and I know thats with the Big mans, wherever in this world we may end up, we'll always love Buffalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8539041475801165807?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8539041475801165807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8539041475801165807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8539041475801165807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8539041475801165807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-officially-officialha.html' title='So it&apos;s officially official...ha!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-4835303962100100712</id><published>2008-09-13T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:27:44.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like apples?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about them apples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-4835303962100100712?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4835303962100100712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=4835303962100100712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4835303962100100712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4835303962100100712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-like-apples.html' title='Do you like apples?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1416980051903822297</id><published>2008-09-12T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:17:17.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Glenn Beck!!! FACTS FACTS FACTS!</title><content type='html'>Read on people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/09/11/beck.palin/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhh!  For you crazies who read the first line of a news story and/or fabricated stories demeaning Sarah Palin.  This one is dedicated to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1416980051903822297?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1416980051903822297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1416980051903822297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1416980051903822297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1416980051903822297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-glenn-beck-facts-facts-facts.html' title='Thank you Glenn Beck!!! FACTS FACTS FACTS!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5526984761508345313</id><published>2008-09-10T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:23:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donn Esmonde is my hero....</title><content type='html'>This man rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.buffalonews.com/cityregion/story/435477.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read On! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss his witty and amusing satire on the state of our region.  If there is one person people in Buffalo better listen to when I'm gone it's him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESMONDE FOR MAYOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5526984761508345313?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5526984761508345313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5526984761508345313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5526984761508345313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5526984761508345313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/09/donn-esmonde-is-my-hero.html' title='Donn Esmonde is my hero....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-2086762404044104279</id><published>2008-09-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:46:42.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Jessica and I am a Republican.....</title><content type='html'>It's true.  Loud-mouthed, opinionated and outspoken moi, is in fact a Republican.  I get a lot of odd looks when people find this out.  They possibly think well, I'm in my mid-twenties (were such rebels I know) and the fact that I'm a woman automatically makes me a Democrat.  Not so my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about being young, moderately liberal and a woman makes me stick out like a sore thumb when those words "republican" roll off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel as thought I'm walking into some meeting of Liberal Republicans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt; only to mouth the worlds  "My name is Jessica and I'm a Republican." Like its such a bad thing! To that I say, "Suck it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, Republicans are money-grubbing, mean, old white men who know nothing of equality, diversity or fairness...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boooo&lt;/span&gt;, hiss, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scaly&lt;/span&gt; wag!  (I've always wanted to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scaly&lt;/span&gt; wag in a Robin Williams, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doubtfire&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; sort of way)  Not so.  And in fact I feel as those Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is going to prove that.  Her stance on guns and abortion may differ from my own but since those are not her only two platforms I really don't base my decision to stick with my Republican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;candidates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about small government. And in fact I feel as though since we do live in the United States of American and our forefathers knew a thing or two about democracy they also knew that it doesn't come so easy.  They laid it out for us plain and simple.  And you still can believe what you want, start your own organizations based solely on your beliefs and yes even become a "community organizer".  But I believe they also knew that nothing can EVER be handed to you.  The people who built this country did it by doing it on their own without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; any assistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; partially my thing with Democrats, the more the government becomes involved in our everyday lives (i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;, quality of life and your money)  the more we're losing in the end.  I truly believe if someone is capable of thinking for themselves they can do anything.  I didn't need a woman like Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; to tell me that.  Fight hard enough and know your stuff, things happen.  However its refreshing she does what she does.  Man or woman she takes on slugs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  This country has given its people MILLIONS of opportunities for advancement.  I don't see the need to expand on that (i.e. universal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;).  I guess I think back to how I was raised.  Again I grew up blue collar, working class.  But I worked hard MYSELF to be where I am today.  Not better then my parents who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;instilled&lt;/span&gt; in me a "kick ass and take names" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; and work ethic.  But I'm more educated and well-rounded in order to form my own opinions and beliefs in what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republican or not.  You have a chance to be anything in America.  You have a chance to rise up from where you are at, boot straps or no boot straps, to become something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; successful.  Success does not have to monetary.  But in America, if you want it you are truly able to do it on your own. I don't need a welfare program to remind that there are people who don't have enough audacity to become something other then a government paycheck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm a republican.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-2086762404044104279?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2086762404044104279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=2086762404044104279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2086762404044104279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2086762404044104279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-name-is-jessica-and-i-am-republican.html' title='My name is Jessica and I am a Republican.....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7499914303143329436</id><published>2008-08-12T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:30:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template...</title><content type='html'>We like?  Yes? No?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on my own design but for now I felt the need to spice it up a bit...enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7499914303143329436?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7499914303143329436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7499914303143329436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7499914303143329436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7499914303143329436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-template.html' title='New Template...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1695852984329680339</id><published>2008-08-12T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:07:47.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation FLAB-U-LESS To-Do List</title><content type='html'>Now that I've got a steady trainer and a new healthy lifestyle to boot I've decided to really make a solid to-do list of my next few ventures I'd like to tackle while working towards my ultimate weight loss goals.  I call this journey:  Operation: FLAB-U-LESS.....funny?  No?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways here is a list of to-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; I hope to accomplish while working towards my weight loss goals and beyond:  (In no particular order)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Plan to make a meal from my new Weight Watchers cookbook AT LEAST once a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've always loved cooking/baking up new concoctions that's both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; and healthy.  So here's to that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)  Train for a half-marathon.  Alright so here's my deal.  In about 5 months a few things are going to start changing for me.  (Details later) So wherever I end up I know that part of me really wants to catch the running bug but the only way I'll be able to do that is by training for a large race.  I've seen a lot of my WW counterparts doing the same and I've seen even more succeed.  I feel as though I can too.   Kick ass and take names! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)   Buy a bike.  I've done the spinning thing and while I love it.  I've once again become bored with another venture.  With all the biking I've seen around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WNY&lt;/span&gt; lately I've really felt the need to take my spinning legs out for some real down-home biking.  Now if only I could find the money?    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)   Yoga....Yoga....Yoga.......in that order....for that many times a week.  '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nough&lt;/span&gt; said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so it's a short list.  But a to-do list no less.  And as we all know..... I LOVE to-do lists!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1695852984329680339?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1695852984329680339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1695852984329680339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1695852984329680339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1695852984329680339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/operation-flab-u-less-to-do-list.html' title='Operation FLAB-U-LESS To-Do List'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-350087846080850615</id><published>2008-08-08T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:18:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a trainer!</title><content type='html'>So I did some compulsive shopping yesterday.  I purchased a personal trainer at the gym .  I finished up my Kardio Kick class and one of the "fitness instructors"  (i.e. the annoying membership sales people) told me I needed to renew my membership as it ends in September.  Ok cool.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did and as I was sitting there I figured I needed a bit more motivation to pump up my workouts.  I don't have a problem getting to the gym or working out its just about getting more out of it.  There was a deal running for personal training (so they said, but I just ran with it)&lt;div&gt;and I bought a few sessions with one of their best trainers in the mornings.  My schedule is insane lately and I've made it a point to do most my working out in the morning.  It feels great to workout in the mornings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! I can't wait to start!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-350087846080850615?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/350087846080850615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=350087846080850615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/350087846080850615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/350087846080850615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-trainer.html' title='I&apos;ve got a trainer!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7568566775493923132</id><published>2008-08-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:40:09.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad turn...</title><content type='html'>Today my Weight Watchers journey took a slight turn, I don't want to say for the worst (however this day has really been that bad) because I'm trying to be positive here but I gained 2.2 pounds.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To anyone who has tried to lose weight before you somewhat understand.  However to those who have REALLY needed to lose weight, let's say 50 pounds or so, it is a whole different ball game.  Big losses in one week are not common and in a healthy diet (scratch that, lifestyle change) weight loss is slow. And small gains are common but ...... it still sucks!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying really hard not to get down about myself and really frustrated.   So here's to a new start and getting back on track!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7568566775493923132?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7568566775493923132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7568566775493923132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7568566775493923132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7568566775493923132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-turn.html' title='A bad turn...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1520974012745423038</id><published>2008-08-05T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:51:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer To-Do List (revisited)</title><content type='html'>For those of you joining me from The Buffalo News article this morning:  &lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/185/story/407471.html"&gt;The Write Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to my &lt;a href="http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-summer-to-do-list.html"&gt;Summer To-Do List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1520974012745423038?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1520974012745423038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1520974012745423038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1520974012745423038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1520974012745423038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-to-do-list-revisited.html' title='Summer To-Do List (revisited)'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8572747181104775144</id><published>2008-08-04T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:53:43.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the summer gone?</title><content type='html'>And that is the question.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did this summer go?  Just yesterday I felt as though I was celebrating the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July down at the Central Wharf and now it's August 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!  Which as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Buffalonians&lt;/span&gt; we know only means one more month of a decent Summer.  Alright alright MAYBE a month and a half.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky to have 2 weeks off from classes so I'm taking full advantage of the extra time and I'm not giving up on an interesting and fun-filled Buffalo summer.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's what I have planned: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The Erie County Fair.....plan to save your calories (or my Weight Watchers friends, your points) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Spa day with the girls...I'm in need of a great spa in the Buffalo area...anyone have any suggestions please let me know!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Shakespeare in the Park!  I'm horrible for not checking it out yet but I can't wait to check it out with my lawn chair and my own "Beverages" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Taking a boat around Hoyt Lake...I drive by the lake everyday on my way to work and cringe because I haven't yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Trying a few new restaurants with patios.....such as: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elmwood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tabree&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Acroploys&lt;/span&gt;, Ambrosia (can you tell I was just walking down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elmwood&lt;/span&gt;) oh and  North End   on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hertel&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm getting tired out just writing this...time for bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8572747181104775144?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8572747181104775144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8572747181104775144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8572747181104775144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8572747181104775144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-has-summer-gone.html' title='Where has the summer gone?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1430688735449021053</id><published>2008-07-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:12:47.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WW update...</title><content type='html'>In order to keep myself on track and accountable...... I officially lost 1.2 lbs this week on WW.  Which makes up for the .4 I gained last week.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;giving in &lt;/span&gt;to so much temptation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1430688735449021053?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1430688735449021053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1430688735449021053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1430688735449021053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1430688735449021053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/ww-update.html' title='WW update...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-2100291796630851100</id><published>2008-07-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:10:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're back folks...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, I realized it has been far too long since I posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.  Today I got thinking a lot about being an adult.  I personally consider myself an adult.  I pay my own bills, I'm over the age of 18, I have a full-time job that helps to pay those bills, I live on my own and well I drive a car.  Frankly, in so many terms I think that makes me an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until recently I really felt as if any small piece of my childhood is pretty much gone.  My schedule has been haywire for a few weeks now since I've been back from China.  Non-stop stress. Non-stop meetings, classes and work.  Mind you  I am Type-A so keeping busy is in my DNA, however, so much for really enjoying the kid in me for just a little longer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summers in Buffalo I tend to see a lot of young adults/teenagers driving around, out attending concerts, hanging out with friends and having fun.  I remember those days.  They were so care-free and exciting.  Work was a pay check,  you still had time to figure things out, and your social life reigned supreme.  I slightly miss those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do you work for a pay check during your summer break and enjoy a few weeks off in the winter time.  Instead you work when  vacations can sometimes be few and far between.  And while you still may live paycheck to  paycheck, the bills are bigger and the responsibilities endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time out for yourself starts to become harder  and keeping in touch with good friends isn't as easy as walking down the hall or street to hang out.  Doing what YOU want to do your whole life becomes more impossible as the days go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long ago that I thought taking on the world was easy.  Reality sets in and adulthood becomes a slippery slope  thats no longer as cool as it seemed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy and I haven't even had kids yet.   C'est le vie to the free spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-2100291796630851100?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2100291796630851100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=2100291796630851100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2100291796630851100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2100291796630851100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-were-back-folks.html' title='And we&apos;re back folks...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-361243956503241121</id><published>2008-07-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:05:48.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I adore...</title><content type='html'>Pasticiotti!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Buffalo Italian Festival!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only ate half so I'm hoping it won't affect the WW weigh in.  Fingers crossed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-361243956503241121?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/361243956503241121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=361243956503241121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/361243956503241121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/361243956503241121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-how-i-adore.html' title='Oh how I adore...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-6645411250492403154</id><published>2008-07-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:03:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People forget how lucky we are.....</title><content type='html'>This weekend felt like any other weekend as it started.  I of course had class on Friday night and Saturday till 1pm (Sidenote: Minor vent, I CANNOT wait to be through with my master's program and my weekends actually begin to take more shape, while I love the content we're learning...I want my Friday nights back!)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Saturday afternoon we took a short ride up to Toronto, or TO as the kids are calling it these days.  My good friend, TheatreChick had planned a night with friends to see Evil Dead: The Musical.  Aboslutely the best show I have seen in a LONG TIME.  There was nothing like it.  First of all, it was interactive.  And when I say interactive, I mean that the first two rows in the theatre "splatter zone" are soaked with lovely "theatre" blood.  Pics are up on Facebook.  TOO MUCH FUN!  The cast was great.  Hilarious and on point.  Can't say enough about them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So onto my "TO" experience....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a kid in a candy store as we drove closer to the city.  I know according to WNY, I live in "the city" but we're talking a real big CITY here folks.  And it was just the right fill I needed to feel a little metropolitan for a moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the ride back I really got to thinking.  This whole bi-national thing we got going here in WNY is pretty cool.  I mean at most 2 hours is all you need for the drive to Toronto and thankfully with our US$1 being worth NOTHING things aren't all that much more expensive anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out.  As we walked out of the parking ramp across the street from Diesel Playhouse (which only cost a dirty cheap $5, on a Saturday, IN THE MIDDLE OF A CITY!) I could see the CN tower.  The tourist in me popped out my camera and started taking pictures pretty much at every angle and every 100 or so yards.  We were unfortunate not to go up on the observation deck as the wait was, oh I don't know, a measly 2 HOUR wait!  Again a Saturday in the summer, it happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffalo is no NYC and we're no Toronto...but we're close enough to the TO to really enjoy it.  I hopefully planning a girls weekend up in the TO soon.  They also have amazing wine country and an H&amp;amp;M!  Priorities people.  Priorities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-6645411250492403154?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6645411250492403154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=6645411250492403154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6645411250492403154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6645411250492403154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-forget-how-lucky-we-are.html' title='People forget how lucky we are.....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8514842029370500127</id><published>2008-07-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:27:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WW check-in...</title><content type='html'>Another .4 lbs lost this week.....a loss is a loss I say! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8514842029370500127?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8514842029370500127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8514842029370500127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8514842029370500127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8514842029370500127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/ww-check-in.html' title='WW check-in...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8643053307808147572</id><published>2008-07-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:22:01.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free things to do in Buffalo......Free you say?</title><content type='html'>To anyone who says theres never anything to do in Buffalo...and to more of those who say....I'm broke so I can't do anything...read along my friends: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the Free things to do in Buffalo......(this is the short list)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;View the city from top of Buffalo City Hall (open M-F, 9am-5pm) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View the skyline from Erie Basin Marina Tower (Open daily from 7am-10pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto at the Gallery, Albright-Knox Art Gallery (FREE After 5pm Every Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday at the Sqaure (Every Thursday, 5pm-9:30pm from late May-early Sept) Lafayette Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts at the Plaza (M&amp;amp;T Plaza, Main @ Church St.) Every weekday at Noon from May - Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shop (Allentown, Elmwood Village, Hertel Ave. Grant, Broadway/Fillmore, Delaware Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the Metro Rail -DOWNTOWN above ground is always FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPA Art Gallery (Located inside the Market Arcade Building at 617 Main Street) Three floors of local and traveling art open to the public daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olmstead Park System - Always something to do in one of these great parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erie Marina Beach- open 7am-10pm daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fountain Plaza- Open year-round and offers FREE Ice Skating during the cold month of Nov.-March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;So....BOO-YA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3044478478604939182-8643053307808147572?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8643053307808147572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8643053307808147572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8643053307808147572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8643053307808147572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-things-to-do-in-buffalofree-you.html' title='Free things to do in Buffalo......Free you say?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-6312015451344835781</id><published>2008-07-08T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:50:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news....</title><content type='html'>I lost 5.4 pounds in my first week of Weight Watchers!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels absolutely wonderful!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-6312015451344835781?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6312015451344835781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=6312015451344835781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6312015451344835781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6312015451344835781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-other-news.html' title='In other news....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8732257402226828294</id><published>2008-07-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:01:39.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another $1 million wasted</title><content type='html'>So in case you live in Buffalo and again live under a rock you do not know much about the constant battle between our Native American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counterparts&lt;/span&gt; and the absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;, pathetic, old school, close-minded and flipping STUPID (and other big important and educated words I'm just too tired to come up with right now) people who call themselves "Citizens for a Better Buffalo".  Today a federal judge ruled against the Seneca Nation building any sort of gambling facility where the Buffalo Creek Casino would be placed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out:  &lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/home/story/387669.html"&gt;www.buffalonews.com/home/story/387669.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Programming Note:  Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; note that this "action group" spent over $1 MILLION suing the Seneca Nation.  $1 MILLION.......$1 MILLION..........$1 MILLION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'll get back to this) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my thing and my soapbox.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Stepping on my Soapbox}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why again does another grassroots organization have to overthrow something that is only going to assist the Buffalo economy.  Look it.  It's not like Niagara Falls.  In Niagara Falls a casino was built around absolutely nothing.  The city had no plans whatsoever to build anything until after that casino was finished and then think about development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Buffalo times are a changing.  Thanks all to Brian Higgins, Byron Brown and Chris Collins.  The three amigos have finally begun to take steps in the right direction.  If you haven't checked out my amazing photos from the 1st step in an amazing waterfront at the Central Wharf next to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aud&lt;/span&gt;, you've missed out.  You could feel the change in the air on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July .  For an event that was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;publicized&lt;/span&gt; (in the least) it turned out one amazing crowd and I don't see it letting down.  How can you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said.  The Economic Development Corporation of Buffalo has its eyes set on the prize.  And the Seneca Indians know a good thing when they see it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not just some money grubbing scam of the Indians in taking their money and running with it.  Time and time again they have stated and it shows what they are doing for the economy and areas around their casinos.  Its not Vegas.  And it won't be.  We're not looking for that.  But jeez Buffalo is looking for something.  I'll take this Casino along with the $333 million development plans the Senecas have invested in this.  They do good work.  And they are PATIENT.  Extremely PATIENT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't about gambling and the effects it'll have on our economy.  Look it.  If you have a problem, you address it.  If you are addicted that is not the fault of the casinos.  Its simply an addiction which is entirely mental and emotional.  Get off blaming casinos for this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't about the land that is considered actual Indian land and the difference between their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt; land.  However, how there is a difference in my mind makes me sick to my stomach.  It's either black or white...their land or not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grassroots&lt;/span&gt; organizations like the "Citizens for a Better Buffalo"  spending their "hard earned" $1 million on lawsuits instead of re-developing Buffalo and particularly the Cobblestone district they way they see fit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put your money where your mouth is "Citizens for a Better Buffalo" because by this court ruling, you ruined it for all of Buffalo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The casino is one of many plans for reviving downtown.  Get off of it already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Stepping off my soapbox}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8732257402226828294?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8732257402226828294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8732257402226828294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8732257402226828294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8732257402226828294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-1-million-wasted.html' title='Another $1 million wasted'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1297893601890633385</id><published>2008-07-06T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:50:00.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know where I'll be every Sunday.....</title><content type='html'>As any good Irish Catholic girl I'll be attending mass in the morning but as of 3 minutes ago I'm taking advantage of my parents the best way I know how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out in their pool.  Not only is it free.  No one is around to see my flab ass laying out in their above ground pool, I swam in as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say the 'rents have spiced up the back yard since we were kids.  It looks awesome.  Great decks that my dad built himself.  The same pool I swam in as a kid.  Music blaring out my dad's stereo in the garage.  Oh and did I mention the hot tub? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a broke 20-something who still lives within 20 minutes of her parents dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1297893601890633385?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1297893601890633385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1297893601890633385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1297893601890633385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1297893601890633385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-where-ill-be-every-sunday.html' title='I know where I&apos;ll be every Sunday.....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3515225521714368295</id><published>2008-07-02T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:27:11.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow it's been a month already?</title><content type='html'>So it's been a month already since I've been back from China.  Seriously time flew by.  I feel like I was just there yesterday.  I realized last week, I never blogged about my trip.  I tried doing a day-by-day blog from China but that didn't work out well at all.  See in China, they watch over their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; like some kind of big brother/spy type thing.  That and I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is not nearly to the capacity of the US.  Mind you I was not about to write anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;derogatory&lt;/span&gt; in the least bit about China, but let's not take my chances, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. China.  Life-changing trip.  I really did love it.  Every single minute of it, maybe not so much but I learned so much on that trip.  Such about life, work, people and the world in general.  Coming back I feel as though the world is such a smaller place then we think.  I mean I watch some travel shows now with Beijing, Xi'an and Shanghai and now I can say "I've been there!"  Pretty cool, eh?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first city was Shanghai.  I'm not sure if it was just absolute culture shock or the fact that Shanghai is just totally abstract to the rest of China.  What I liked most about Shanghai was actually what was about and hour away and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suhzou&lt;/span&gt; Industrial Park.  This place is the Silicon Valley of the Far East.  And it's amazing.  Companies from all over the world set up shop there.   It's pretty cool.  The "new" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Suhzou&lt;/span&gt; is actually only about 14 years old and its pretty amazing, absolutely everything is brand new.  I liked it.  It suited me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didn't like? (Because you know were getting there right?)  The cabs.  Again possibly blame this on culture shock but the cab rides I took in Shanghai were close enough to make me gag.  I also felt the language barrier was possibly the worst in all of China.  For some reason in Shanghai in general I never felt completely safe nor like we were really wanted there anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, brings me to my next point.  Now growing up I was always taught to respect absolutely anyone, a perfect stranger, your mother, your arch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt; (I'm working on that one,k?) Shanghai was the only city I was literally an outcast.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm American, we know this but all in all it wasn't a welcoming city to me.  So when someone does disrespect me I have the right to at least vent about it right?  And I certainly would never treat anyone who came to our country with any amount of disrespect, right?  Yes, it's just how I was raised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Xi'an.  Besides the flight from Shanghai to Xi'an which honestly was the worst flight/landing I'd ever been in my life.  I also didn't feel so grand about not having an English speaking pilot, but hey when you grow up in that, its just what your used to.  Either way I got through it.  Thankfully my advisor and I had some really great conversation on that flight and throughout the trip I may add, but I'll get to that later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xi'an was a really neat city.  I felt like we were rushed in and rushed out, which in fact we were, but it was interesting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;historical&lt;/span&gt;, which I love.  First night was a dumpling dinner which was fantastic.  I think I tried at least 15 different Chinese dumplings.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MMMM&lt;/span&gt; so good.  And later in the night the group surprised myself and another kid who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; has the same birthday as me, with a cake and cards.  (Kinda felt like it was a little bit forced from some) but hey I was extremely grateful to my advisor and the trip host who went out of their way to do that.  Really no one had to, but those people did and it felt nice.  People asked how cool it was to celebrate my birthday in Beijing and to be honest, it didn't feel much different then anywhere else.  It's a birthday.....that's kinda it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was at this point personally I realized how incredibly independent I am.  And I have to be.  I'm in a country by myself with people I partially know but not like a good friend or family member. It actually felt great to venture out on my own and be in my own world for the rest of the trip.  I learned so much about myself and who I am and who really matters to me that sometimes I wish I could have those moments back.  But I'm in a better place now and much stronger then ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Terra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cotta&lt;/span&gt; Warriors was an absolute treat.  Walking into the Building #1 of the first dig, gave me goose bumps.  I finally felt as if I was really in a different country and totally different culture.  Shanghai was so urban that it was hard to really get that feel but Xi'an gave me my fix. The pics are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; so check them out.  Words really can't explain it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Beijing.  My FAVORITE city.  I was so excited to get to Beijing, maybe because we were done really traveling quickly and not staying in one city for long but nonetheless I loved it.  It was part upcoming/urban city and part deeply rooted in Chinese history and tradition and I couldn't get enough of it.  When we got in there was a sandstorm coming from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gobe&lt;/span&gt; Desert.   The skies were completely brown and it was like were in on a different planet for a little while.  Thankfully it subsided after that day.   My room had a pretty cool view and one of the only patios out of the group.  THANK GOD!  I spent a few nights just mediating and doing a lot of thinking.  It felt great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....so the Great Wall!  Wow...wow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wowie&lt;/span&gt;...wow wow.  Mind you I felt like hell walking about 1600 stairs but it was so well worth it.  Not too many can say they've been to the Great Wall and I can!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SCHWEET&lt;/span&gt;!  When I got to the top I did what any good Irish Catholic girl would do.  I called my mom.  And she did what any good Irish Catholic mother would do.  Get all excited while at the same time trying to fight back tears because she's proud of her kids.  That was a really cool moment.  I wished I could have stayed up there the whole day and just looked out over the mountains.  It's #1 for the most surreal times in my life.  I want it back!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last day in Beijing could not have been better.  Luckily my advisor, another professor and her daughters were up for doing some more sight seeing and we decided to go to the Lama Temple in the heart of Beijing.  I could not ask for a better way to cap off the trip.  As some of you may know I've studied a little bit of Buddhism and I find it fascinating.  I went to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;UB&lt;/span&gt; and I've loved it ever since. The temple was full with smaller temples that housed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; and large Buddhas, none of which we could take pictures of. At first I was kinda disappointed but no picture could capture how I felt in that place.  It was extremely quiet in a place who's outside walls sat next to busy intersections.  I felt at peace with myself and what I had accomplished while on the trip.  It was there I realized I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with me.  Just me.  (small tear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.....suck it up right.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that we took one last look at the Pearl Market.  Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lordy&lt;/span&gt; be!  The shopping in China is an adventure and I LOVED it.  I picked up some Coach bags, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Northface&lt;/span&gt; jackets and a few Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;chotckes&lt;/span&gt; for the kids of course.  All of it was worth being told by the US Customs agent that because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;counterfeit&lt;/span&gt; merchandise like the stuff I bought, I in fact, fund terrorism.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.  Thanks so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even through that I'll say this.  I love the United States of America.  While I'll always travel and always want to experience new things.  I absolutely love our country.  No matter what politics may follow and the economy the way it is, this country is the best GOD DAMN country in the world.  Hands down.  And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; proud to be a warm-blooded, god fearing, American!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3515225521714368295?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3515225521714368295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3515225521714368295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3515225521714368295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3515225521714368295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-its-been-month-already.html' title='Wow it&apos;s been a month already?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-2504907594110996704</id><published>2008-07-02T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:43:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 and 51 lbs to go!</title><content type='html'>So here we go.  Finally begun a new season of Weight Watchers.  I've done Weight Watchers many many many times before.  And it's not so much that I failed, I would get to a point where people complimented me on my weight loss and I would think,  hmmm, I can do this on my own!  So low and behold I've tried and tried and tried to do it on my own.  To no avail I've never lost a ton of weight.  10 lbs here, 5 lbs there.  And each time I've re-tried I've been able to keep a few lbs off but nothing substaintional.  That's about it.  So yesterday I went into my first Weight Watches meeting that I hope .... no wait...WILL  BE...my last meeting this high up on the scale.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this new found excitement in me.  I don't know where it came from or why it's happening but I'm going with it.  To me, the whole WW is a lot of fun.  I've always been a fan of certain blogs that are WW friendly,  &lt;a href="http://www.greenlitebites.com"&gt;www.greenlitebites.com &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com"&gt;www.hungry-girl.com&lt;/a&gt; both of which started as someone like myself. Just a random-o blog that turned into fun weight loss blog with tips and tricks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the meeting I found out that I need to lost 51 lbs just to get to my the highest of my healthy wait.  I blame this on my mother....GOD DAMN YOU FOR BEING SHORT!  But no lie, 51 lbs is my goal.   Each time I've gone to meetings in the past, I never believed in that goal.  I thought "hmph I'll be fine losing 30 lbs or 40 lbs"  never 51 POUNDS!!!!  No I feel ready for it.  I don't know how long it's going to take me and frankly I don't care.  All I know is I need to do it.  For no one else but myself.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO BIG OR GO HOME KIDS!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-2504907594110996704?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2504907594110996704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=2504907594110996704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2504907594110996704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2504907594110996704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-1-and-51-lbs-to-go.html' title='Day 1 and 51 lbs to go!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5908770149904196876</id><published>2008-06-24T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:49:21.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think about it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I received a forwarded email from someone today that read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;"As you watch the flooding in the Midwest, have you noticed that there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;are no farmers running around with stolen plasma TVs or holding stolen liquor over their heads.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;There's no looting or yelling "Where's Bush?", "Where's FEMA?,  Where's my check?", or  "Why isn't the Gov't out here saving me and my farm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, I've also noticed there are  no reports of any other country coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;to help or sending aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;And where is Reverends Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton.  Could it be that neither know how to swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Shocking contrast isn't = it???!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Now I could debate this all day.  Whether I agree or not is something you'll have to ask me in person.  I'd rather have a good debate  face-to-face then on my blog anyways.  But it gets you thinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;~Prayers to those affected by the floods.~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3044478478604939182-5908770149904196876?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5908770149904196876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5908770149904196876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5908770149904196876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5908770149904196876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-think-about-it.html' title='When you think about it....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1612331015302168595</id><published>2008-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:57:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's how it is and how it always shall be.....</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fiercely&lt;/span&gt; independent.  I like things done my way.  I'm Type-A.  I love a good hearty debate. I even enjoy more to argue.  I can't stand someone who gives me the look of "oh your not doing it right" and doesn't offer to lend a hand.  I hate criticism, unless you have a firm example of how you messed up as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always tell it to you straight. Sugar coating is not my specialty.  And if I don't like you, you know it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent the past few months really thinking hard about how all of this needs to change.  And one thing I realized is that, it really doesn't.  It is who I am.  It is what people know me as.  And you know what?  I'm totally fine with that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one who fights for the underdog.  And if I think you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt; chances of us forming any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquaintanceship&lt;/span&gt; let alone a friendship are slim to none.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The positive in all this?  I'm as loyal as they come.  It doesn't get much deeper then that folks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some good realizations I've pondered for awhile and that I'm finally shedding some light on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Releases&lt;/span&gt; a good sigh of relief** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1612331015302168595?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1612331015302168595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1612331015302168595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1612331015302168595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1612331015302168595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-how-it-is-and-how-it-always-shall.html' title='It&apos;s how it is and how it always shall be.....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-38420044910718578</id><published>2008-06-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:24:17.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Dan and Big Russ....</title><content type='html'>Today's news of the sudden death of Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Russert&lt;/span&gt; caught millions of people off guard.  I've spent most the evening watching the news.  Laughing along with stories and crying with the devastation of someone who died far too young.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As someone who isn't afraid to share her opinion on what I think, what I believe and who I plan on voting or not voting for in November I looked forward to a good debate on Meet the Press every so often.  I watched Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Russert&lt;/span&gt; because he was one of us.  He truly admired politics but adored the power of the American people.  I don't know of any other journalist in my time that really made me feel as though he wanted the best for Americans.  He wanted the issues addressed and every question answered.  No one else could ask a question so distinctly and so passionately as Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Russert&lt;/span&gt;.  He did it for the American people, never for his career.  He was one of us.  He was honest and a true American.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides an amazing journalist Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Russert&lt;/span&gt; embodied Buffalo.  I've heard his Buffalo roots mentioned over and over again tonight.  He loved this town.  He believed in it and most of all he was proud of it.  I don't expect everyone who lives in Buffalo to stay in Buffalo.  I expect people who leave to realize that the people, the history and the working class sensibility are things you will never find anywhere else.  He knew this and everyone who remembers him does too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom had just finished reading his book Big Russ and Me, literally today while on vacation down south.  The book highlighted the truly touching relationship with his father.  Which is why this day is so much more personal for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my dad lost his job.  He's known as "Big Dan" to everyone he worked with.  It's fair to say that I'm only where I am now because of my blue-collar upbringing.  Somewhat like Russerts background.  I've seen my dad work 12 hours a day to be home every weekend to spend every minute with his girls.  I've seen his determination to work hard to give my sisters and I a good quality of life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In watching all the news today about how Tim was so proud of his upbringing has put into perspective my life with my dad.  I only have one role model and that's my dad. I just hope that I've made him proud so far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Russert&lt;/span&gt; family is in my prayers and I pray for Big Russ and that this Father's Day he can realize how he raised one hell of a Irish Catholic kid from South Buffalo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Bills!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-38420044910718578?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/38420044910718578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=38420044910718578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/38420044910718578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/38420044910718578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-dan-and-big-russ.html' title='Big Dan and Big Russ....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-8335822736203451043</id><published>2008-06-12T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:38:34.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ROSIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SFFW6n5jzaI/AAAAAAAAABE/wc9mavbFueQ/s1600-h/mail"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SFFW6n5jzaI/AAAAAAAAABE/wc9mavbFueQ/s320/mail" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211041808987180450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not love that face!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my dog.  Rosie.  She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;-poo and the absolute cutest thing ever.  I'm over my parent's house today doing some laundry (thanks mom and dad)  and in reality I'm using it as another excuse to come see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Roise&lt;/span&gt;.  Since moving out it's been tough not having her around to greet me when I get home from work or snuggle up in my bed in the morning.  That was the best!  My mom headed to work after Rosie slept in her bed all night and then for the hour I had before I got up Rosie always came down to my room to cuddle.  I miss that :(  Even when I come to visit she doesn't leave my side.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you may have heard she was attacked by a pit bull a few months ago.  It was such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; thing for my family.  My mom of course held it all together but I still to this day don't know how she could when she witnessed the entire attack.  Nothing, mind you, has been done about the dog who attacked her.  Believe me we called police and the SPCA, and NOTHING!  My parents have since gotten a lawyer to file for the vet bills from the owner.  We're waiting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after about $2K in vet bills Rosie is still kicking.  Slightly nervous around bigger dogs but tough as nails.  How a 2 year old small toy dog can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after that and major laser eye surgery in a matter of 4 months is beyond me, but she is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the next few months we've decided to start her up in some companion training classes.   She's been a great companion to a good family friend of ours with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dementia&lt;/span&gt; and my mom noticed how calm she is around people, especially senior citizens.  The goal is to have her come to work with me everyday to visit with the residents.  We have a lot of dogs that like to come in and visit with residents, and the residents absolutely love it.   I'm really hoping that Rosie will be able to put a smile on so many peoples faces.  She does for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-8335822736203451043?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8335822736203451043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=8335822736203451043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8335822736203451043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/8335822736203451043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-rosie.html' title='My ROSIE!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/SFFW6n5jzaI/AAAAAAAAABE/wc9mavbFueQ/s72-c/mail' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-6248509507102193300</id><published>2008-06-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:39:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer To-Do List</title><content type='html'>So I do this every year.  Blog about the numerous things I hope to accomplish this summer.  This summer is going to be a real treat as I really want to get in everything I've never done in Buffalo while I can.  Chances of me sticking around in Buffalo by next summer are running very slim.  (A blog for another time) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  Allentown Arts Festival--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I've been here once or twice but this year I can walk to it, so even more fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)  Bacchus Wednesday night movie night--again say I'm going to go and never get there, this year's line up is a must! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Artpark&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesdays!! Blue Rodeo and Celtic Night, woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Starry Night in the Garden--Vanessa Carlton, $40 and some VINO!  With complimentary wine glasses...you can't beat that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juneteenth&lt;/span&gt; Festival--  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tift&lt;/span&gt; Nature Preserve-- Tragic that I have never been..it'll be a great Saturday afternoon chill period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seersucker&lt;/span&gt; suit (or at least some pants)-- But let's go for the suit!  I've always wanted to wear one.  When everyone lived in the south it was the greatest thing.  And well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Artvoice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recommends&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Elmwood&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bidwell&lt;/span&gt; Market (every weekend)--In an effort to eat healthier, why not also buy locally.  I hope to take a short walk down my street every Saturday to take advantage of the farmers market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.)  Doing up Niagara Falls like a tourist--Maid of the Mist, Cave of the Winds, Jet Boat , the huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel on the Canadian side and finish it off with some ice cream at Twist of the Mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Letchworth&lt;/span&gt; State Park--Never have I been and I'm hearing its gorgeous.  Camping trip there for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.)  Go on a picnic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.)  Actually get through 18 holes of golf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.)  Play tennis at least once a week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.) Go mountain biking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.)  GO to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Griffis&lt;/span&gt; Sculpture Park down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.)  Seneca Pow Wow---Who can say they've gone to a pow-wow on top of the fact it's our regions history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.) Doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Chi in Johnson Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.)  Check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Moondance&lt;/span&gt;---tried putting a party together but it's hard to 60 people to do anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.)  Pick my own berries--We drove all around Eden, NY last summer with my mom and aunt and could not find one place that did this, because they were all out!?!? I'm getting a head start this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.)  Ride the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Darien&lt;/span&gt; Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.) Buy a bus pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.) Walk everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.)  Take a boat around Hoyt Lake...word is they'll be back in late June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did I mention I want to lose 10 lbs?   Notice that's why I barely mentioned every single crazy festival this year.   :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-6248509507102193300?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6248509507102193300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=6248509507102193300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6248509507102193300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6248509507102193300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-summer-to-do-list.html' title='My Summer To-Do List'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-2412589688477771799</id><published>2008-06-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:41:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....</title><content type='html'>Alright kids.  I'm back.  Blogging again about everything.  Life, work, friends, school and everything in between.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making an executive decision to start putting it all on the line here.  I'd be lying if I said I wanted to watch what I said on here because some people have taken it upon themselves to use my blog as their sounding board.  Guess what? It's MY sounding board. Step off.  So now it's all about saying how it is and how I feel about everything.  Nothing goes unsaid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out with some friends this weekend and a few of them pulled me to the side to "chat".  Some needed a shoulder to cry and some just needed someone to "tell it like it is" And "tell it like it is" is my specialty.  I'm glad I could help someone figure something out because finally someone didn't sugarcoat it for them.  Don't get me wrong I'm not going around picking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; weaknesses (I leave that to more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt; assholes) I just would hope people would do the same in return and to those people who I respect, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I treasure my friends opinion and advice about my life.  Why?  Because they know me the best. However, there is a fine line between knowing me VERY well and telling me like it is and THINKING you know me and offering your two cents.  I don't like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to some good old fashioned blogging.  Its what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; been waiting for.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3044478478604939182-2412589688477771799?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2412589688477771799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=2412589688477771799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2412589688477771799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/2412589688477771799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-7782787972085065296</id><published>2008-06-07T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:46:28.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo sucks....huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Yes, folks this will be another insightful blog about how Buffalo is ever-changing and expanding little by little, slowly but steadily to win that brain drain race.  If you don’t want to hear it, I suggest signing off now. This one is a goodie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The past few days I’ve come across some great articles on the Buffalo Niagara region, so many in fact I’m listing them for your viewing pleasure (Some stories may not be available due to that 2 week time barrier, so deal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of my favorites:  I’ve said it countless times over and over again.  Even Dave Matthews can see it!  Our region is surrounded by the Great Lakes, something you may not think is important but this article proves what we got, that even California wants! (And Vegas, for your casino crazies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/home/story/361226.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-family:Helvetica;color:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.buffalonews.com/home/story/361226.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  “Special Report: State of the Great Lakes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Donn Esmonde column.  Have I said how much I love this guy?   I totally channel him when I read his columns, I just know it!  The guy hits the mark on this one.  Taking advantage of the Buffalo Niagara regions historic landmarks and architecture is something everyone MUST do this summer.  I plan on it.  Since coming back from China and realizing my picture taking skills aren’t half bad, I’m going to put them to good use this summer, by walking and exploring, something only people who are open-minded enough to do, do it.  Don’t know where to start?  I highly suggest that you check out the Buffalo Niagara Convention and Visitors Bureau’s web site TODAY!  Ed Healy from the CVB does extremely well to showcase the best places to view our amazing scenery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitbuffaloniagara.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#1116BE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;www.visitbuffaloniagara.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/donnesmonde/story/362073.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-family:Helvetica;color:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.buffalonews.com/donnesmonde/story/362073.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; “’Wow’ factor proves we did history right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at this kids.  It’s a STAYCATION!!! I love it.  I’m not sure about you but I’ve already signed up for a bus pass this summer, because I refuse to pay $60 for each fill up. I’m proudly using public transportation the way it should be used, that means daily folks.   But I digress.  Another way to save at the pump is taking a mini-vaca locally.  Check back to this blog for my travels locally this summer. I plan to finally experience the Tift Nature Preserve and emerging and developing waterfront (believe or not folks, there are some things already popping up so CHECK IT!) as well as going to the Buffalo Historical Society on a rainy day.  Just a few to mention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wgrz.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=58399"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-family:Helvetica;color:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.wgrz.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=58399&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; “Gas prices got you down? Go on a ‘Staycation’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tai Chi in the Park!!! Who’s going?  It’s in my planner, so join me. June 11 at 7pm  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffalorising.com/story/t_ai_chi_in_the_park#sca"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.buffalorising.com/story/t_ai_chi_in_the_park#sca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  “T’ai Chi in the Park” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last but certainly not least,  Buffalo the #3 cleanest city in the US!!!! We were a steel town folks?!?!?! You don’t go from red skies off the lake at the Bethlehem Steel plant full of pollution to the #3 cleanest city in AMERICA easily!  Tell me how that’s done?  I’ll tell you….Wind Energy.  Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/advice-and-know-how/americas-top-5-cleanest-cities/article15223.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-family:Helvetica;color:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.rd.com/advice-and-know-how/americas-top-5-cleanest-cities/article15223.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Reader’s Digest “America’s Top 5 Cleanest Cities” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buffalo Rising story:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffalorising.com/story/we_are_3#sca"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:#71187A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.buffalorising.com/story/we_are_3#sca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ArialMT;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that’s what I got.  Stepping off my soapbox now. Talk to you soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-7782787972085065296?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/7782787972085065296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=7782787972085065296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7782787972085065296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/7782787972085065296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/06/buffalo-suckshuh.html' title='Buffalo sucks....huh?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-4630464659112832409</id><published>2008-04-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:46:04.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it's essential to make yourself happy!</title><content type='html'>So Friday night the big mans and I decided to go out for some dinner. This time we knew we were in desperate need to try something new. We headed over to Hutch's Restaurant on Delaware Avenue. A cute and modern bistro just as you get into the heart of the city. We fell in love. The food was absolutely phenomenal and I found myself a little upset that I have never tried it before. At the moment, Hutch's tops our list of favorites in Buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which again makes me happy. It's what I love about Buffalo. You find new and interesting restaurants all the time. That's IF you take the time to do it and step out of your comfort zone. I'm really hoping with my master's thesis/final project, I'll be able to incorporate this kind of momentum into something viable and fun. But we shall see. For now it's off to designing two print ads for my campaign. Now, I just need to find something that works so I'm thinking of parking my arse down at Spot Coffee sometime this week for some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me happy is the work I'm doing. It's finally your good old fashioned PR work. What better place to jump into it then at a non-profit. I like the work I'm doing and I LOVE who I'm doing it for. People who matter and deserve a wonderful and comfortable place to live and be happy at 70, 90 even 100 years old! I think this type of work couldn't have come at a better time in my life when I needed to finally focus on myself and the work I love to do. Cut the drama, cut the fat and move on with my life and my goals. It's liberating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm so happy to be working on a master's project like the one for Buffalo. Our advisor has said do something you know you'll still love by the time your finished. And no matter what I always love something about Buffalo. I hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-4630464659112832409?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4630464659112832409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=4630464659112832409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4630464659112832409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4630464659112832409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-its-essential-to-make-yourself.html' title='Why it&apos;s essential to make yourself happy!'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-9138741431954316715</id><published>2008-04-08T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:08:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm good...</title><content type='html'>So in attempt to use up some fresh vegetables and fruits before they go bad (well, and to deter doing any homework)  I decide to whip up a few concotions that are both comfort foods and actually really healthy.  For awhile now I've been able to spend my little free time cooking healthier versions of good foods and finding new ways to cut calories but still feel satisfied.  And you know what?  I love it!  Not only am I enjoying good food it's healthy and so far through trial and error others enjoy it too.  Hmmm maybe a possible career change?  Who knows. All I know is that the following recipes from my FAVORITE web site, &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;Hungry-Girl.com&lt;/a&gt; are delish! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up.... &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/chew/chewdetails.php?isid=1343"&gt;Better off Banana Bread&lt;/a&gt;  not only is this very delicious but its hearty and once I added my own little ingredient it tastes EXACTLY like the Starbucks "Reduced-Fat" Banana Chocolate Chip Coffee Cake.  Which I LOVE.  That's right I added some mini chocolate chips and when all is said and done a "thick" slice of this banana bread is only 200 calories Did you know by "reduced fat", Starbucks is referring to 10 actual grams of fat???   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tip:  When you see "reduced" really read the labels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the kicker this bread has only 4 grams of fat for a thick slice!  Yum?  I know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to my entree....(notice my dessert comes before dinner?)  &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/chew/chewdetails.php?isid=1237"&gt;Good Luck Parm&lt;/a&gt; which is a healthier version of Eggplant Parmesan.  My favorite Italian dish!  The trick to this was substituting whole eggs with egg whites and regular bread crumbs with crushed up Fiber One cereal (A Hungry Girl staple) and some italian seasonings.  Throw in some fat-free cheeses and sauce and you got a HUGE piece is only 170 calories!  Yum!  I can't wait to bring this final product to lunch tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now mind I know what your thinking.....fat-free?  Fiber One? Ewww.  Now I'm not going to say that these versions will taste incredibly better then the original  HOWEVER since making recipes like this and enjoying good food without the guilt I've learned to actually enjoy the healthier versions much better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So check out the web site, surf around and find some great finds.  Also make sure to register for daily email hints and tips.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy (and healthy) eating!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-9138741431954316715?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/9138741431954316715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=9138741431954316715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/9138741431954316715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/9138741431954316715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmm-good.html' title='Mmmm good...'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-9200483056564900119</id><published>2008-04-02T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T06:26:47.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocs: What not to wear</title><content type='html'>So unless you live under a rock you know that some people have made the unattractive fashion statement of wearing Crocs. If you're one of those people I suggest moving on now. Because this blog is just not for you and you will in fact, be very offended. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some strange reason what was once used as a cute pair of gardening sandels for women in their late 50's has become some kind of "I'm a lazy ass but they have a store devoted to them in every mall so they must be cool" type of statement. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OGMGzDx4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c3fYSRoEROw/s1600-h/2505136605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184635138574894978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OGMGzDx4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c3fYSRoEROw/s200/2505136605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEWSFLASH: They are not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crocs are popping up everywhere. In every mall there is either a store devoted entirely to them or a stand that is strictly devoted to adding charms to the holes in Crocs. CHARMS?!?!?! on shoes? What are we 10? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184635280308815762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OGUWzDx5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DpdphsE1seY/s200/476196792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to my next point. Some crazy self-obsessed overweight mother of three has outfitted all of her children with a pair of Crocs because she is obviously way too "busy" to teach her children how to tie a pair of sneakers. STOP THE INSANITY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I found the coolest pair of shoes to outfit my feet. They are called sneakers. Yes....these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OHxWzDx6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4AkbYgxZZ2s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OIRmzDx7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jjjtoje3pyc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184637432087431090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OIRmzDx7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/jjjtoje3pyc/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute yes? (Thanks you to my Fleet Feet sales guy I think I have the best sneakers, EVER!) And they are multi-demensional, see you use them to run, walk, hike, joke, go to the store, watch a hockey game, eat food, kick someone in the ass, study, hide a body.....you get my point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time your in the mall and you walk by one of these "Croc" stores, please do us all a favor and find the nearest Foot Locker/Foot Action/Finish Line and get a real pair of schlepping around footwear. Your feet and your neighbor who has to smell your stanky feet will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-9200483056564900119?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/9200483056564900119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=9200483056564900119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/9200483056564900119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/9200483056564900119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/04/crocs-what-not-to-wear.html' title='Crocs: What not to wear'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_OGMGzDx4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/c3fYSRoEROw/s72-c/2505136605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-3986130771140319159</id><published>2008-03-31T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:17:02.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so pulling a Madonna....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_Ff8mzDx3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m7PUcivDIr8/s1600-h/yoga_sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_Ff8mzDx3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m7PUcivDIr8/s320/yoga_sil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184030140891645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first time ever, today, my mental health day, I took yoga.  Now for some people they've made yoga a lifestyle and some kind of saving grace.  I may be that person. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a good while I've been through some ups and downs and I'm not particularly doing to well in dealing with them.  So I decided to jump in and take a yoga class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Yoga just may be my new cardio.  I've never been limber of flexible and if you know me, I'm usually always stressed.  I feel like this kind of exercise can really be my saving grace.  What works out great is that the BAC offers a great time for me to fit it in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after my first class I feel stronger, more limber and dare I say flexible.  Did I mention I was able to clear my head?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one down and my plan is to take yoga at least once or twice a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namaste everyone! :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-3986130771140319159?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/3986130771140319159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=3986130771140319159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3986130771140319159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/3986130771140319159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-pulling-madonna.html' title='I&apos;m so pulling a Madonna....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R_Ff8mzDx3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/m7PUcivDIr8/s72-c/yoga_sil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-4456971404232935459</id><published>2008-03-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:42:26.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I really wanted to believe.....</title><content type='html'>So last night was the first Sabres game I had been to in awhile.  Mind you I never was a hardcore fan. In fact I cannot bring myself to watch Buffalo sports team, for the exception of the Bisions and Bandits, because let's be honest, when have they totally let you down or made you the laughing stock of the sports world?  I rest my case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I enjoyed my first of three Blue Light's last night, gossiped and chatted the night away with my partner in crime Melissa, I couldn't bare to keep watching what was supposed to be a National Hockey League game.  That was until....the third period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal after goal, the crowd got louder, people actually went back to their seats and I decided I'm finally watching a hockey game.  A win....from behind, 7-4.  I'm lucky, I'm always there for great games like that.  It felt good and a small part of me wanted to be believe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However......eh-hem, it's Buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask you....when does it end?  The aniexty?  The disappointment?  The ups and downs of professional sports in Buffalo, NY.  I love this town, I love that we are obsessed with hockey fights and tailgating BUT I cannot spare myself to take in another disappointing season.   Yes folks, I've officially given up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'll always be a fan, I will never root for any other team but the Bills and Sabres....however, spare me the disappointment and let downs.  I want a damn championship, I want a come from behind, knock-down upset and slap in the fact to the entire sports industry.  Please?  pretty please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my dad.  Contrary to popular belief...yes he did love me enough, so no it's not that kind of blog.  But after the fourth straight?  yes STRAIGHT Super Bowl loss by the Buffalo Bills he has never watched a game since.  The man had season tickets to War Memorial Staidum for years, he brought me to my first Bills game, he lived and breathed football for most of my childhood, and the only time I saw him cry EVER was when Jim Kelly retired.  He decided then and there he never could put his whole heart into another sports team, for what?  Stolen victories and  stolen dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown men (and women) who live here, moved away from here and grown up knowing nothing but the greatest sports comeback in history and the French Connection deserve a championship.  I hope to see one before I die as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-4456971404232935459?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/4456971404232935459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=4456971404232935459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4456971404232935459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/4456971404232935459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-really-wanted-to-believe.html' title='When I really wanted to believe.....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-6797538021929709722</id><published>2008-03-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:11:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months I've had a lot of unresolved issues. Yes, I know shocking!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout my young adult life I've never really been able to hold on to friendships very long. But I've had a lot of friends. I'm an extremely social person, I hate sitting at home, I hate just lounging, I like meeting people, trying new things and having a good time. Maybe I set my expectations too high, maybe I'm meeting the wrong people or maybe....I just smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I feel it necessary to write an open letter to those who in my past have left me hurt, broken and used. So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well. I know it's surprising coming from a wretch like me. But I do in fact actually wish you well. I do this because lucky for you I was raised that way. However, I was also raised to stand up for myself, for what I believe in and to not let anyone make me feel inferior. In which case, that is more or less the reason we're not friends anymore. I stand up for something when I feel wronged or hurt and I would expect you to do the same for me. I'm not perfect, your not perfect but it's the imperfections that make us unique, which is why I enjoyed our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize that I was deeply hurt by your actions and words. I hope you realize it's not fair to treat someone the way you did me. I hope you understand that the reason I let you know of my hurt was only to help you to realize you are a good person and you do not need to stoop to such a low level in order for your own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly never meant to make any situation a bigger deal then it was, but ultimately I was hurt and to the point that I knew our friendship could never really last. I sometimes look back and think to myself, what did I do wrong? Maybe everything, maybe nothing. I know deep down I was hurt and being a friend is a big deal to me. When someone doesn't honor that and instead decides to find certain ways to make my life miserable in the process, well that just doesn't sit well with me and I act upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a drama queen, call me crazy, call me whatever you want but what I know you can never call me is a bad friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A possible lost cause...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-6797538021929709722?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/6797538021929709722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=6797538021929709722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6797538021929709722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/6797538021929709722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-letter.html' title='An Open Letter'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-117992558885859531</id><published>2008-03-05T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:29:14.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? Why?</title><content type='html'>Here's my dilemma:  I have this great passion about Buffalo, NY.  Why?  Because it's not only my hometown and where I grew up but the potential for turning this city around is there!!! People cannot see it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it:  &lt;a href="http://www.bnmc.org/"&gt;Buffalo Niagara Medical Campus&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.bioinformatics.buffalo.edu/"&gt;UB's Center of Excellence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and have you read &lt;a href="http://www.buffalo.edu/ub2020/overview/"&gt;UB's 2020 plan&lt;/a&gt;????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're smart.  You should.  TODAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avidly read and comment on the&lt;a href="http://buffalonews.typepad.com/twentysomething/"&gt; Twentysomething blog&lt;/a&gt; on The Buffalo News' website.  Good blog.  However, I think sometimes the "twentysomethings" who write it do not have a great view on their surroundings.  But I digress....here's my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If many of you know me you know I spend far more time explaining to people what we have to offer here then I do tearing it down.  Yes, we have HUGE issues with politics, yes people are focused on casinos and a bait and tackle shop.  We're NOT New York City, we're NOT DC.  But god dammit we're a pretty happening and fun city!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage anyone and everyone to read the Buffalo Rising blog.....weekly if not DAILY!  You will see we're not just some washed up rust belt city with a football problem.  We're movers and shakers and believe or not you have some of the country's best museums, best theatre and best god damn food EVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend my weekend dining at some upscale restaurant for half the price of the same fare you would see in the big cities or heading down to Ellicottville (the Aspen of 25 years ago, quaint and affordable!) to do some skiing, snowboarding or tubing (ok I don't ski but I plan on learning soon!) And have I mentioned the summers?  There is a festival if not at least two every weekend in some part of this region.  You can slip back into a reasonably priced cottage on the shores of Canada or Dunkirk for a nice summer weekend getaway or do some wine tasting along some of the best wineries this side of the Mississippi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know my shtick.  I boost up Buffalo and even if I do leave (Mind you I'll go kicking and screaming), I won't tear it down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please if you've left Buffalo and constantly bash it, let's dig deep into your deep rooted hatred for something besides snow. Seriously, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-117992558885859531?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/117992558885859531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=117992558885859531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/117992558885859531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/117992558885859531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-why-why.html' title='Why? Why? Why?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1730972567490903848</id><published>2008-03-03T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:15:21.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCCCCCHina</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, my trip to China.  It'll be here in oh say.....2 months...which is far to quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've never flown this far west before.  In fact I've never flown over a BIG body of water, besides the Gulf of Mexico, and that was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaked. Absolutely freaked out about going to this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to tell myself...it's a once in a lifetime experience that I may never have again.  But guess what?  It's not making it the least bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....so I started writing the first half of this blog a few days ago.  Then I saw this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4OxGkmvPng"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4OxGkmvPng" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the Today show and one of the anchors mentioned that the chance of being in a plane crash is 1 in 11,000,000.  So what I'm thinking is that as long as the flights I'm taking to China, in  China and from China are below that 11,000,000 since this German plane had issues, I should be fine right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I told this to Kyle and he had this intellectual (and far too long) scientific response.  Ultimately the statistics are actually far more then 1 in 11,000,000.  SO woo hoo!  No plane crashes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I was letting the nerves of flying get to me about this trip.  I have since been trying to watch and read as much on China as possible.  Ok it's not the Caribbean but it's a culture that has so much history, it's hard not to want to take that all in.  I'm a history buff, however I think I slept through most of China's history in class, but I digress I still want to learn more.  Mind you this trip is strictly for the purpose of really branching out and realizing we're in a global community and China is growing, VERY fast.  I'm blessed to be able to have this opportunity and I'm finally feeling right about taking full advantage of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS!  I hear you can get North Face jackets for dirt cheap and the shopping is incredible!!!  Come on, priorities people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1730972567490903848?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1730972567490903848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1730972567490903848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1730972567490903848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1730972567490903848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/03/cccccchina.html' title='CCCCCCHina'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5330339747284318639</id><published>2008-02-25T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:13:49.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach cramping laughs</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days that you laugh harder then you ever have before?  Mostly about the most random things that only you and a select group of friends could really understand.  I had one of those weekends.  It's that kind of laughter that makes you forget about your troubles and other worries and really enjoy life. &lt;br /&gt;    What do you do to make people laugh?  What makes you laugh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few quotes to leave you with...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    "If we couldn't laugh we'd all go insane"-Jimmy Buffett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The human race has one really effective weapon, that is laughter"-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "The most wasted days is the ones without laughter"-E.E. Cummings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good laugh today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5330339747284318639?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5330339747284318639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5330339747284318639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5330339747284318639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5330339747284318639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/02/stomach-cramping-laughs.html' title='Stomach cramping laughs'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-1613412786366184896</id><published>2008-02-21T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:25:22.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got spinning?</title><content type='html'>Alright so I'm so one of "those" people.  I really do love spinning.  As long as I keep up on at LEAST twice a week it's a great feeling.  But I'm not your typical hardcore spin biatch who is in the front of class (ok so I do sit in the front) and hoots and hollers for all to here.  (I can't stand that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R73sNzztpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zgCBt8ZBF-M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R73sNzztpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zgCBt8ZBF-M/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169547669280761170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not I highly suggest it.  I'm a fan of the BAC for Women at Colvin and Eggert. The instructors are great and probably the best around.  They pick the best music and make sure to always give the right kind of motivation at the right time.  All being that you DO NOT touch your resistance dial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self: Do not sit in the front row, first day back after a three week hiatus. Instructor will find you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the upcoming summer.  To amp up my skills and ride in the Ride for Roswell, not in the 9-mile race, not 22-mile but the 33-mile ride.  Anyone game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-1613412786366184896?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/1613412786366184896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=1613412786366184896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1613412786366184896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/1613412786366184896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-spinning.html' title='Got spinning?'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_F7dTKRZI4/R73sNzztpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zgCBt8ZBF-M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5981064950162196840</id><published>2008-02-21T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:22:18.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Move</title><content type='html'>Well.  It's been far too long since I've last blogged.  Alright I'm making it a point to keep up here.  Starting today!  I'll be posting a few blogs just to get back up to date with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm free!  Ok well in a small sense I am.  I've moved out of my parent's house for what is the 4th and last time of my life!  Besides their turning my bedroom into a hip little lounge, and who doesn't love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved into my quaint and button-cute apartment on what I think is one of the most beloved streets in Buffalo.  Richmond Ave has always been somewhat of a dream to me.  I would drive along just for fun look at the beautiful big houses and dream about who once lived there, who has lived there and which one I would buy (or for now rent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I found  my  dream nest on Craigslist (you've gotta love that thing) and met with my landlord in January.  He's a great guy, retired, handy-man and all around nice.  There are three other tenants, it's not all too noisy at all.  Although I thought I heard moaning the other morning, but hey, it's the city, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I love my little nest and I can't wait till summatime!  Walks to Cecilia's on Monday nights for buy one-get one martinis (NO thanks to Lauren), Sunday morning walks for breakfast or brunch to Acropolis and elsewhere.  Oh and those pesky power walks I plan on doing every morning once it gets warmer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5981064950162196840?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5981064950162196840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5981064950162196840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5981064950162196840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5981064950162196840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-move.html' title='The Big Move'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044478478604939182.post-5667057372090134877</id><published>2007-11-08T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:21:09.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopoholics have brains too....</title><content type='html'>So this blog thing.  I'm jumping on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool, it's hip and as long as you watch what you say you'll never be caught red handed during your inauguration speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for starters, I'm going to try my darnedest to not make this blog a total bitch fest on my life.  I'll let other people make a fool out of themselves.  Instead I hope to give some insight, a bit of knowledge and maybe change some lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that change some lives part is a stretch but work with me people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044478478604939182-5667057372090134877?l=damseldressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5667057372090134877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3044478478604939182&amp;postID=5667057372090134877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5667057372090134877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044478478604939182/posts/default/5667057372090134877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damseldressed.blogspot.com/2007/11/shopoholics-have-brains-too.html' title='Shopoholics have brains too....'/><author><name>Damsel in a Dress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13937587589789070604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
