tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28947286482377131372024-03-13T11:41:39.465-07:00Squirrelly4UCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-88143547956624321622011-03-28T20:14:00.001-07:002011-03-28T20:15:39.176-07:00The Width of Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1HBu7z9Ksz2quzDdV1Bi612C3XmSNnoH2GtZDqSD-JdZ4Yt_K9XfAk5EbB0ofqFk2NSpvKL96bWFJgXrXhYXRrVWktdq3vQtAmWS8FT3V8kiOg3LQQG6PzhP8ssVrvfa8mAwT6iM9dw/s1600/WidthOfLifeCrush.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1HBu7z9Ksz2quzDdV1Bi612C3XmSNnoH2GtZDqSD-JdZ4Yt_K9XfAk5EbB0ofqFk2NSpvKL96bWFJgXrXhYXRrVWktdq3vQtAmWS8FT3V8kiOg3LQQG6PzhP8ssVrvfa8mAwT6iM9dw/s400/WidthOfLifeCrush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589335217338246162" border="0" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-76436060101151338112011-03-21T12:45:00.000-07:002011-03-21T19:46:05.277-07:00At all cost...persevere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGTtOVIEpsTBzinMyFRpWqDX8HffrSxq4p25MRTCz1uMFfVmQkwW9hUQ1tP51DV4yWRkeRF7HqbtyAXfcrtGe4G0lJOgMrFAgfJuAX-i9ivadqaOdRZWWC0UbM6cF9uPoPcmSCypSLIY/s1600/FogFFFFOUND"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGTtOVIEpsTBzinMyFRpWqDX8HffrSxq4p25MRTCz1uMFfVmQkwW9hUQ1tP51DV4yWRkeRF7HqbtyAXfcrtGe4G0lJOgMrFAgfJuAX-i9ivadqaOdRZWWC0UbM6cF9uPoPcmSCypSLIY/s400/FogFFFFOUND" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586623639278230882" border="0" /></a><br />Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems with the human race. ~ Calvin Coolidge<br /><br />Here's hoping I can find the strength and humility to persist in my goal. It was a rough to hear criticisms this afternoon. I know there is a path before me, but I am struggling to see it now. Doubt has impaired my vision. I need to drum up a healthy dose of determination to get me back on track. Feeling sorry for myself won't help an ounce. Press on.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />~Image via <a href="http://ffffound.com/?offset=25&">FFFFOUND.COM</a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-80803435721984183682011-02-21T18:54:00.001-08:002011-02-21T18:54:38.355-08:00Palm Springs Inspiration No. 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QfML5zUatw0hqpCRFFlFCmha9sGRqAe_O1sqGBmjHtzsX9xiJkX9q3kie79csQjH0pqJ2tTckf3pGsyH_1hNYEKP33aK8_y-MEfGlSRp4xp8Td3ewuBA3ga8J3ooW_C0WFeyeR-aN6Q/s1600/1968Mercedes280SL.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8QfML5zUatw0hqpCRFFlFCmha9sGRqAe_O1sqGBmjHtzsX9xiJkX9q3kie79csQjH0pqJ2tTckf3pGsyH_1hNYEKP33aK8_y-MEfGlSRp4xp8Td3ewuBA3ga8J3ooW_C0WFeyeR-aN6Q/s400/1968Mercedes280SL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576341854448856290" border="0" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-18137553827114129062011-02-21T08:04:00.001-08:002011-02-21T08:06:39.259-08:00Palm Springs Inspiration No. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmzIyK7niyHzE_paPgojqk68bCQh3GTTzmv9nPBgubpHaShv9RkeGCDa-CzcwBJOpvb2HTn5VC6hHPUq_E655gZc9tTv74pAmzz-061ubESncKQpvqoj7qVlKS73BoO2b08dVa1pQ9r8/s1600/GoldJewelryDesignDarling.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmzIyK7niyHzE_paPgojqk68bCQh3GTTzmv9nPBgubpHaShv9RkeGCDa-CzcwBJOpvb2HTn5VC6hHPUq_E655gZc9tTv74pAmzz-061ubESncKQpvqoj7qVlKS73BoO2b08dVa1pQ9r8/s400/GoldJewelryDesignDarling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576174647138048194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Image via <a href="http://www.mackenziehoran.com/">Design Darling</a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-88930325794996098102011-02-17T17:52:00.000-08:002011-02-17T17:55:13.085-08:00Phew.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqpsDiqmFsK-0NZ6YYJ6Ao9fdpYOIuMeHzHFn7OlC2mu1fxjtpJMBILlvVE9J3Olu7ssLluQ3WKYSdX0xBkie9J4KKehuUzQtTr24KnDAU8XQEdIJBtjc1Xb_AuT_N5iKpiPYTUJFlFs/s1600/LoveIsBeingStupidTogether.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqpsDiqmFsK-0NZ6YYJ6Ao9fdpYOIuMeHzHFn7OlC2mu1fxjtpJMBILlvVE9J3Olu7ssLluQ3WKYSdX0xBkie9J4KKehuUzQtTr24KnDAU8XQEdIJBtjc1Xb_AuT_N5iKpiPYTUJFlFs/s400/LoveIsBeingStupidTogether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574842079820572578" border="0" /></a><br />Now that Valentine's Day is safely behind us, I am happy to share my thoughts on love.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-61716395500768493872011-02-09T12:20:00.000-08:002011-02-09T12:21:42.381-08:00Goodbye To My ConnorHe is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)<br /><br />When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.<br /><br />He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.<br /><br />His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever — in case I need him. And I expect I will — as I always have. He is just my dog.<br /><br />--Gene HillCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-15561603960181895602011-02-02T04:13:00.000-08:002011-02-02T04:15:21.332-08:00My sentiments exactly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmQUl4KQsF989Pso39WfijkAt7F9Plq2yvAymfo7M7nDP1HzQEvE7f3EXY3wu2D5KcQFHbqiMYibpB4SSU_hMToxLE4WwJj-4_CJnOXQQCBYi2c0ru-y-cqp6-mALD7MH6cb6COqdXJ8/s1600/amazing.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmQUl4KQsF989Pso39WfijkAt7F9Plq2yvAymfo7M7nDP1HzQEvE7f3EXY3wu2D5KcQFHbqiMYibpB4SSU_hMToxLE4WwJj-4_CJnOXQQCBYi2c0ru-y-cqp6-mALD7MH6cb6COqdXJ8/s400/amazing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569064462608115506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Via <a href="http://blackeiffel.blogspot.com/">Black Eiffel</a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-11782476632530615882011-01-31T16:28:00.000-08:002011-01-31T16:36:32.626-08:00Not a good sign<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGNP158fnGpgw_J3tfsgiCgQoCvjxDvZjPc53Sg8OI3-Urjcik-Xm5Xhqg-HdxhEj978GlcWE8EZj6h5nu1SNUNaQfx5PPJK6KjJNBrA7ifZcQ9jO5qwMklkjhrZf6fIUyzX7GWvZQDM/s1600/OldWoman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGNP158fnGpgw_J3tfsgiCgQoCvjxDvZjPc53Sg8OI3-Urjcik-Xm5Xhqg-HdxhEj978GlcWE8EZj6h5nu1SNUNaQfx5PPJK6KjJNBrA7ifZcQ9jO5qwMklkjhrZf6fIUyzX7GWvZQDM/s400/OldWoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568511974209130002" border="0" /></a>How do you know when you're getting old? When putting on a coat you hurt your shoulder badly enough to not be able to move your arm for several hours. I would venture to say, that's a fairly good indication.<br /><br />I mean, really? A coat? Geesh. I am a mess.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-86230457696617737942011-01-27T16:53:00.000-08:002011-01-27T16:57:09.433-08:00Are You a Matchbook Girl?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://matchbookmag.com/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZXtUHEbHxdLJ159eg29ZFEfWDw5RHTTrWvfbKE13V4nex9eAJZb8nWhFUa642ObbO0y-xTSIfFgUMxSiXPKdWmTmwzSXf0kiOaZFzadplddTAzpIIWvJMzHlPXlwa8sOFJOGVNSNHCk/s400/MatchstickMagJPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567034031505172818" border="0" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-15737144338032914452011-01-26T17:49:00.001-08:002011-01-26T17:54:52.559-08:00Just a thoughton this snowy night...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8hqcJ1eVxtiZi8xS_LVcAWs0Pw41u4AMzb150qEtmmpzPhJT1VV8VCSlhMbvQKGvbsQqbJAqf4VATqf2WQ7EVuDcfMbOez19W7NXUaMXycrWGXTEpdJy3_zURcIvf1m7sQzHVbozfc4/s1600/GoetheQuoteJPG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8hqcJ1eVxtiZi8xS_LVcAWs0Pw41u4AMzb150qEtmmpzPhJT1VV8VCSlhMbvQKGvbsQqbJAqf4VATqf2WQ7EVuDcfMbOez19W7NXUaMXycrWGXTEpdJy3_zURcIvf1m7sQzHVbozfc4/s400/GoetheQuoteJPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566677451674434466" border="0" /></a>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-71783560108005085652011-01-12T18:23:00.000-08:002011-01-12T18:26:05.812-08:00c'est parfait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmS0iTja9YWz4dU_FqG9et_N3t8GdQVZBeeoRI_Sx4cf1fH4aOUsF8pIfSNN5DjagnzI3Iry55koq312lGkTlhQW6bXPyKTPj38pMnOhbclCCqeP6PzkPRSqgwe0TVLAVXhcwO8orsms/s1600/balloonsPARTY.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfmS0iTja9YWz4dU_FqG9et_N3t8GdQVZBeeoRI_Sx4cf1fH4aOUsF8pIfSNN5DjagnzI3Iry55koq312lGkTlhQW6bXPyKTPj38pMnOhbclCCqeP6PzkPRSqgwe0TVLAVXhcwO8orsms/s400/balloonsPARTY.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561490859919087986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />Image via <a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/">Oh Happy Day!</a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-31211492043934885522011-01-06T18:43:00.000-08:002011-01-06T18:56:12.274-08:00Here we go...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxspLm3XT6tiE1jLE0UZ89ArioIJ6YOLRhhu1FOCUAYDvLTCdjjYFGLk4Q9RmLi5rULteKNxhHT8UEyAUgbB6kIl0QrI0h6iHQYmhyphenhyphenhZQe6RjQH2mi_1ZqYM9k7uDIUJfuLm1XftgiOdw/s1600/stages_eiffel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxspLm3XT6tiE1jLE0UZ89ArioIJ6YOLRhhu1FOCUAYDvLTCdjjYFGLk4Q9RmLi5rULteKNxhHT8UEyAUgbB6kIl0QrI0h6iHQYmhyphenhyphenhZQe6RjQH2mi_1ZqYM9k7uDIUJfuLm1XftgiOdw/s400/stages_eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559272239739775826" border="0" /></a>French has begun. In the same class as BF. Madame Neena seems <span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="fr"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps">très</span> <span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps">agréable. My brain is already starting to hurt. However, </span></span><span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="fr"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps">I am exhilarated by the challenges to come over the next twenty four weeks. Thankfully I have chocolate croissants and plenty of champagne to ease the woes of learning a new language. It's honestly a dream come true and I am tremendously grateful. Bonne nuit!<br /></span></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-65743287132025480892010-12-31T19:51:00.001-08:002010-12-31T19:54:41.799-08:00Happy CHA Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4-SsMi90PZYScyYULvWmOe80JUChm8iUKooy5g7oH84vwr4YOAGh1Ye-VhxrpJ_arrQBxviDYFsEm8XmThCUr6CbTfEbNt_b-6pwTeif4vN4JX-7uJgTLSCGVpiVUpl-yP9bgeThB4/s1600/happyNEWyear.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4-SsMi90PZYScyYULvWmOe80JUChm8iUKooy5g7oH84vwr4YOAGh1Ye-VhxrpJ_arrQBxviDYFsEm8XmThCUr6CbTfEbNt_b-6pwTeif4vN4JX-7uJgTLSCGVpiVUpl-yP9bgeThB4/s400/happyNEWyear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557060582024809170" border="0" /></a>Glim? Delightfully perfect?Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-3818632211567344642010-12-31T07:32:00.000-08:002010-12-31T07:39:20.327-08:0010 Things I Learned in 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaIW7JTPmiOpNy1itsbxfkaUuQtsRiNusOvHUW4K075OMeb9ywJVMb9_ql06i7BYxGrlTr3u5cG88W_9WEw3wVdCMflBuvXNjYEFDQytbjFEqRs1FxiCaFAVqdQmjYzo5eXr1kMyXWCE/s1600/power.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaIW7JTPmiOpNy1itsbxfkaUuQtsRiNusOvHUW4K075OMeb9ywJVMb9_ql06i7BYxGrlTr3u5cG88W_9WEw3wVdCMflBuvXNjYEFDQytbjFEqRs1FxiCaFAVqdQmjYzo5eXr1kMyXWCE/s400/power.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556870156167753874" border="0" /></a>1. Spanish...mas o menos.<br />2. That it is not important HOW the dishwasher gets loaded.<br />3. That I can be a pushover and it's okay to ask for better.<br />4. How to make ajiaco.<br />5. The consequence of not going home.<br />6. How wonderful my friends are and how hard I'm willing to work to keep them.<br />7. What it feels like to not have a job title define me.<br />8. You must be courageous everyday.<br />9. Why it's better to keep an ill opinion of someone to yourself.<br />10. The right blush and mascara can make all the difference in the world.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo by: </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://huiuh.com/">Li Hui</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> via </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://lolaisbeauty.blogspot.com/">Lola Is Beauty</a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-87352158280405131932010-12-31T07:26:00.000-08:002010-12-31T07:32:11.155-08:00The Right Idea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf9HUFQlvFBL-z6RUJagS1nrsOT9u6SjU6TDcMZDTyZFQh1eLCdQUbvvbntbFHhSIbt0Z-cj6PNG0XNvbPYYjDKRhwOQMlG1ykbuP-T3lBLUgWf0GNXeU4aGwTsDHzDJyMGWJlHyBVwY/s1600/TheRightIdea1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf9HUFQlvFBL-z6RUJagS1nrsOT9u6SjU6TDcMZDTyZFQh1eLCdQUbvvbntbFHhSIbt0Z-cj6PNG0XNvbPYYjDKRhwOQMlG1ykbuP-T3lBLUgWf0GNXeU4aGwTsDHzDJyMGWJlHyBVwY/s400/TheRightIdea1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556869192225708194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOBzN7KN3tDI6pHdYHovXmkV2-imA10ZQwDnj5oN-45_hwWmnR2c7YsFe5K6Y6yOg-_-yAGEoHXaBJPecrRSJTMffR6lE3wvl7e1AHeq7iNomulhJoM6l5fjkWl5toN1rkVpUO3r1TIk/s1600/TheRightIdea2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOBzN7KN3tDI6pHdYHovXmkV2-imA10ZQwDnj5oN-45_hwWmnR2c7YsFe5K6Y6yOg-_-yAGEoHXaBJPecrRSJTMffR6lE3wvl7e1AHeq7iNomulhJoM6l5fjkWl5toN1rkVpUO3r1TIk/s400/TheRightIdea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556869185735576162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c_xuzvYWieak3G0c9sQwBIQS3YDAUVtLxQ8f_z2oSpmW9T_F9gOuk2eyYHK2vG6cGUTaXXjbmH7ren0jw6m-5uE_tCNFYK_eiS7Nbt41dyTdmXJ8ktwpT_ML-ldnqHT4vtIGfy9PXZ4/s1600/TheRightIdea4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c_xuzvYWieak3G0c9sQwBIQS3YDAUVtLxQ8f_z2oSpmW9T_F9gOuk2eyYHK2vG6cGUTaXXjbmH7ren0jw6m-5uE_tCNFYK_eiS7Nbt41dyTdmXJ8ktwpT_ML-ldnqHT4vtIGfy9PXZ4/s400/TheRightIdea4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556869178940389634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryeM2XFGq_d211UliBwqc7WezEPgQyQNT0lvbTUTSAjnHx-vL_7Km5xYfQt1MMNnKOTrGzGWT-4LZCeTVrgsn3EltPWs15iEp9GUpyVjd31kmFx2VY_agouHmC7xfGxn3_YZfYEUiV6g/s1600/TheRightIdea5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryeM2XFGq_d211UliBwqc7WezEPgQyQNT0lvbTUTSAjnHx-vL_7Km5xYfQt1MMNnKOTrGzGWT-4LZCeTVrgsn3EltPWs15iEp9GUpyVjd31kmFx2VY_agouHmC7xfGxn3_YZfYEUiV6g/s400/TheRightIdea5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556869171674017058" border="0" /></a>From the ever inspiring <a href="http://citified.blogspot.com/">This Is Glamorous</a>...Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-74259176619810546442010-12-13T09:24:00.001-08:002010-12-13T09:24:12.010-08:00HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/holiday_survival_tips/set?id=25905643'><img alt='HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS' title='HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjNseWN5OTBHNEJHQzJtME5HMFJsTEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/></a><br/><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/holiday_survival_tips/set?id=25905643'>HOLIDAY SURVIVAL TIPS</a> by <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1918764'>ckferrari</a> on <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/'>Polyvore.com</a></small><p/><br /></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-25486788552766623122010-12-13T06:30:00.000-08:002010-12-13T07:02:53.035-08:00Soooo...<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="es"><span style="background-color: rgb(230, 236, 249);" title="">Adiós Bogotá</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">! No more faking my way through casual conversation with confident nods and weird versions of Spanish phrases</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. No more "pulgares otro vez" and "todos son rojo" at work. Suck it, crazy taxi drivers. Suck it, avocado lady. Suck it, rain. Suck it, altos. Suck it, stomach parasites. I'm done! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And now we are here...</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUvzlSOOhzZBW8HLqcAeWBtgvwsbsZVsSogz_-IOVMwh60kphfa4-2DnJWruMwj69-kjIeyFgrpRXTgu6dCog-5K-f1cQK-Zi6Nggvg_5qxGxmiOZyiO7S8phKGLXsZ4asPSiBF4XUn4/s1600/Scranton2VIAvaleriekiser.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUvzlSOOhzZBW8HLqcAeWBtgvwsbsZVsSogz_-IOVMwh60kphfa4-2DnJWruMwj69-kjIeyFgrpRXTgu6dCog-5K-f1cQK-Zi6Nggvg_5qxGxmiOZyiO7S8phKGLXsZ4asPSiBF4XUn4/s400/Scranton2VIAvaleriekiser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550181872276385586" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ain't no party like a Scranton party, 'cuz a Scranton party don't stop. Indeed. It's been a non-stop party. And by party I mean, pasta-eating marathons around the clock. It's craziness. I've volunteered to make dinner tonight. Going for chicken breasts stuffed with oregano and feta, sauteed swiss chard and roasted fingerling potatoes. Suck it, pasta. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Since I am finally State-side and finally FEELING BETTER, I promise to update this silly blog more often. As, Ryan, needs something new to read! </span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-77674667261222360752010-11-21T16:08:00.000-08:002010-11-21T16:11:32.984-08:00Awesome<p><em>“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”</em></p> <p>- <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Sendak">Maurice Sendak</a><br />[via <a href="http://blog.catherinecampbell.net/" target="_blank">Catherine Campbell</a>]</p><p><a href="http://lost.net.au/vic/?p=1986">http://lost.net.au/vic/?p=1986</a><br /></p>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-75936635562665798282010-11-17T06:07:00.001-08:002010-11-17T06:07:04.730-08:00Moving Day<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/moving_day/set?id=25029425'><img alt='Moving Day' title='Moving Day' height='400' width='400' src='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnlBeFI4MVB5M3hHaWpnbDBXaGNPR0EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg'/></a><br/><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/moving_day/set?id=25029425'>Moving Day</a> by <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1918764'>ckferrari</a> featuring <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/flats_shoes/shop?query=flats+shoes'>flats shoes</a></small><p/><br /></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-27565700884325432912010-10-26T12:18:00.000-07:002010-10-26T12:27:39.442-07:00F'ing Fall<div id=":s" class="ii gt"><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;">IT'S DECORATIVE</div><div id=":t"><div style="text-align: center;"><div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><p>BY COLIN NISSAN</p></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;">I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.</div></div><span style=";font-family:times,'times new roman';font-size:medium;" > <p>I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."</p> <p>Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of<i>Diff'rent Strokes</i>—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.</p> <p>The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.</p> <p>Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.</p> <p>For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.</p> <p>Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!</p></span> </div></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-79481729821345467242010-10-01T12:17:00.000-07:002010-10-01T12:57:32.702-07:00One Year Ago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ovmMkzOE7IKFRgVbk1rpdLVSi5TRG3AJNu7NHCRVC8Z__WfCO2tfyy2jGNdmmiHXgxipCmOSA6uHLOB-TQkuISd4FJrWhWLGs-b5lllpPZdzKMB37FysmEHL1BL719L20Ocsjn46XyM/s1600/AisleWalkAfter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ovmMkzOE7IKFRgVbk1rpdLVSi5TRG3AJNu7NHCRVC8Z__WfCO2tfyy2jGNdmmiHXgxipCmOSA6uHLOB-TQkuISd4FJrWhWLGs-b5lllpPZdzKMB37FysmEHL1BL719L20Ocsjn46XyM/s400/AisleWalkAfter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523162276270801730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAB0Kca8vohw1NYR6n3GfAHzU5TvlHNi4kCjkn5oSNwjnrfHs7bljr0vurOBADbu9rpMUjZAhwqINjLpB-NwlB-YyrzySLfYf6R1mZuH9D-MtTSU4opo3NiPVEtPIAV7g2TEMyRArlGwo/s1600/Hug.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAB0Kca8vohw1NYR6n3GfAHzU5TvlHNi4kCjkn5oSNwjnrfHs7bljr0vurOBADbu9rpMUjZAhwqINjLpB-NwlB-YyrzySLfYf6R1mZuH9D-MtTSU4opo3NiPVEtPIAV7g2TEMyRArlGwo/s400/Hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523161930960474754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8SktLQNW6Lh1JY5DR1M_kRlK6yeU1J0szBcyX59UxouIF1da1vJZktKAlgs30r6I3UB3nshTS8B4sylSzowHLvrVIBjKfKA-37WEe7aCjy7Z8_wreSAF829MnQteuJYk7rhhPvEms2k/s1600/Kiss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8SktLQNW6Lh1JY5DR1M_kRlK6yeU1J0szBcyX59UxouIF1da1vJZktKAlgs30r6I3UB3nshTS8B4sylSzowHLvrVIBjKfKA-37WEe7aCjy7Z8_wreSAF829MnQteuJYk7rhhPvEms2k/s400/Kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523161691002195506" border="0" /></a><br />BF and I said, "I do" in the garden of the Marvimon House in Los Angeles. Well, almost one year ago...just three days away. However, I will be sipping something fruity and fuerte on the beach in Curacao on our actual anniversary.<br /><br />So, I am taking just a moment to be a bit mushy...and frankly, quite annoying! I am even more madly in love with my husband than I was the night we met. I wake up every morning thankful for having such a kind, silly, loving, fearless, smart, funny, strong and super cute best friend. I am positively over the moon in excitement for all of the adventures that lie ahead of us. I am the luckiest gal in the world!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Images by Tina Brogi for </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.tinabrogiphotography.com/">FOTOBIO.com </a></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-66018006728831568022010-09-30T14:36:00.000-07:002010-09-30T14:53:29.299-07:00Yes, please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TMntmdsIROTOe945CLRhQwrUx88PitQSnKFfjf8VzSD4Bpj5a0rNU9R3EstkmyJ-pPnbpYz0jYrXGoZePttRBuzgTIlsj9HOSrhgqAm_92ETwsQFTx9KbFkET_-rV1pBo9muBFqxQC8/s1600/ZN_Sesame_Beef_Stew.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TMntmdsIROTOe945CLRhQwrUx88PitQSnKFfjf8VzSD4Bpj5a0rNU9R3EstkmyJ-pPnbpYz0jYrXGoZePttRBuzgTIlsj9HOSrhgqAm_92ETwsQFTx9KbFkET_-rV1pBo9muBFqxQC8/s400/ZN_Sesame_Beef_Stew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522825005126686178" border="0" /></a>Just got this recipe from Dennis over at Cakebread Cellars and I can't wait to try it! May have to make some substitutions depending on what I can find here in Bogota.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Braised Beef in Sesame-Ginger Sauce: </span><br /><br />1/2 oz. dried shitakes<br />1/4 c. soy sauce<br />1/4 c. mirin<br /><br />2 lbs. beef for stewing, cut into 1" cubes<br />2 T. vegetable oil<br /> salt & pepper<br />6 carrots<br />3/4 lbs. daikon raddish<br />1/3 c. sesame seeds, toasted<br />1 clove garlic, chopped<br />1 tsp. red miso<br />1 tsp. rice wine vinegar<br /><br />1/4 c. green onion minced<br />1 T. sesame seeds, toasted<br /><p class="bodytext"> </p>Place dried shiitakes in a large saucepan. Cover with 1 quart of water and soak for 10 minutes. Add the soy sauce and mirin and bring to a boil. Remove from the heat and allow to steep for 20 minutes. Strain through a fine mesh strainer and set aside. <p class="bodytext">Season the beef with salt and pepper. Heat a wide-bottom pan over high heat. Add the oil and sear the beef in batches. Cook until brown on all sides. Drain all the oil out of the pan, return the beef to the pan with grated ginger and cover with the mushroom broth. Bring to a simmer, turn the heat to low, cover and simmer for 2 hours, until beef is tender. Cut the carrots and daikon into one-inch pieces. Add to the beef and simmer for another 30 minutes until tender. While the beef is cooking, place the sesame seeds, garlic, miso paste and rice wine vinegar in a blender jar. Add a ½ cup of the broth from the beef and puree until smooth. Add to the beef and stir to incorporate. Ladle into warm bowls and garnish with green onion and sesame seeds.</p>Enjoy with a Cakebread zinfandel.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-2413113425081121332010-09-26T20:49:00.001-07:002010-09-26T20:50:33.048-07:00Less than a week<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=23555350"><img alt="Curacao Bound" title="Curacao Bound" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm1oMHlQX3JKM3hHNENxRmhWMUYxVFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=23555350">Curacao Bound</a> by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1918764">ckferrari</a> on <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/">Polyvore.com</a></small><p><br /></p></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-71411966773862544562010-09-26T14:02:00.000-07:002010-09-26T14:16:22.961-07:00Decisions. Decisions.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXjB6VMTCSCycyjGg12YHW7QeTxDt8pWbeiFKiGkLf7_6VwdYWnLbc6fUCknzbds_PZM7LZcCEXpC4JNNFQ80i88_pGAd80825NI9WwolF0z-2I0yuVziBPGFCturTdZKciLyAS5R4Hw/s1600/MikaelAghal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEXjB6VMTCSCycyjGg12YHW7QeTxDt8pWbeiFKiGkLf7_6VwdYWnLbc6fUCknzbds_PZM7LZcCEXpC4JNNFQ80i88_pGAd80825NI9WwolF0z-2I0yuVziBPGFCturTdZKciLyAS5R4Hw/s400/MikaelAghal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521333087481286178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36Ussa3dlH3RwlfjNJZ7qZ-cha7GD2g8sJqU__tdkWDE9puhcvVZBFAlJ_ZiO2WzMMRSpxV3rfglGrlzB5f7asIClSZj76Yb87lrYhBkBKDiSHKGUFMZbS1ecP3vxG1pXfxS-BXb70_8/s1600/BCBG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36Ussa3dlH3RwlfjNJZ7qZ-cha7GD2g8sJqU__tdkWDE9puhcvVZBFAlJ_ZiO2WzMMRSpxV3rfglGrlzB5f7asIClSZj76Yb87lrYhBkBKDiSHKGUFMZbS1ecP3vxG1pXfxS-BXb70_8/s400/BCBG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521333078934351586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG3ye4BwoTDC59C_ySTuGo_k7qpxsuhafNcNOsHh4ITpkngG-rZlR8-af628L53KNzAOpZjSReBau_YmmmuyP3RUy1SfQ7j1bVoTUj_UplNTaNumwaKUwlRioUkuMzuduvUJe9NmAYpc/s1600/JCrew.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG3ye4BwoTDC59C_ySTuGo_k7qpxsuhafNcNOsHh4ITpkngG-rZlR8-af628L53KNzAOpZjSReBau_YmmmuyP3RUy1SfQ7j1bVoTUj_UplNTaNumwaKUwlRioUkuMzuduvUJe9NmAYpc/s400/JCrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521333075099364066" border="0" /></a>BF and I will be attending the Marine Corps Ball, celebrating the 235th birthday of the U.S.M.C., in mid-November. The plan was to have a dress made, but the likelihood of that happening is growing quite slim. So, the backup plan is to order a dress online. Hmmm...which one to pick? Want to order soon so I at least have time for alterations and shoe shopping.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Images via Mikael Aghal gown/BlueFly.com; BCBG.com; J.Crew.com)</span></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894728648237713137.post-45000810336493454252010-09-24T15:23:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:28:21.484-07:00This Is It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyTquNPuZwbaHnN8dtjiqsrTHyTGT4hmlDh2Ysqka1AclsmPxXhTbuwV1LZv56nhSuCwGGwy4-RFe-L1P3x2mxEJ4OTggn9xDywEwU44bRhyphenhyphenlaNFBOzqqxntpRsSsNVck7xnrkE2yG38/s1600/WantThisBed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRyTquNPuZwbaHnN8dtjiqsrTHyTGT4hmlDh2Ysqka1AclsmPxXhTbuwV1LZv56nhSuCwGGwy4-RFe-L1P3x2mxEJ4OTggn9xDywEwU44bRhyphenhyphenlaNFBOzqqxntpRsSsNVck7xnrkE2yG38/s400/WantThisBed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520609677535749074" border="0" /></a><br />...I think. I'm pretty certain that this is the bed that I want. Yeah, this is the one. I love the colors. I love the scale. I love the plush, un-stuffy look of it. Perfect. <br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />(Image via <a href="http://citified.blogspot.com/">This Is Glamorous</a>) </span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899972662042448080noreply@blogger.com0