<?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-14733460</id><updated>2012-01-17T09:00:45.625-08:00</updated><category term='Justin Timberlake'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='SNL'/><category term='Bjork'/><category term='lists'/><category term='old dudes'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='car repair'/><category term='Blog Angel'/><category term='art'/><category term='Little Pink Shoes'/><category term='family photos'/><category term='Beach Vacations'/><category term='&quot;special&quot; pens'/><category term='winning the lottery'/><category term='Texas snow'/><category term='effing know it all'/><category term='survey'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day CD'/><category term='growing hair on my brain'/><category term='sxsw recap'/><category term='new year'/><category term='snuggling'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Intel building'/><category term='dating'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='cars'/><category term='diabetes'/><category term='the Chippie'/><category term='falling down'/><category term='haters'/><category term='walking'/><category term='Elks'/><category term='paintings of birds'/><category term='misspellings'/><category term='Aranesp'/><category term='wellies'/><category term='nachos'/><category term='crushes'/><category term='my mom&apos;s dog'/><category term='sour cream'/><category term='Dirty Boy Bands'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day I spilt on you'/><category term='Jeff Tweedy'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Irishmen'/><category term='red hair'/><category term='SXSW'/><category term='Cabo chips'/><category term='nauseated'/><category term='dates'/><category term='house'/><category term='Altar Boyz'/><category term='Byetta'/><category term='typos'/><category term='Jeff Tweedy is a GOD'/><category term='Christmas wish list'/><category term='health'/><category term='3WW'/><title type='text'>hotpinksox</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>901</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5130246048888952459</id><published>2012-01-17T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:03:56.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite new shop</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon while sitting around the kitchen table at my aunt and uncle's house the topic of &lt;a href=" http://www.jmdrygoods.com/ "&gt; this place &lt;/a&gt; came up. JM dry goods is a shop in Marfa,TX that sells my favorite soap. (Pictured below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMlgwoluETM/TxWbejYsb7I/AAAAAAAABDw/41kYE-eB8zk/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMlgwoluETM/TxWbejYsb7I/AAAAAAAABDw/41kYE-eB8zk/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698631852704427954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as, all kinds of great finds from Mexico. I'm so excited they have relocated in Austin, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom being the fly by the seat of her pants kind of gal, said "let's go check it out." So we turned off the soup on the stove and drove over to the shop. I was able to pick up my soap. And we browsed the shop while visiting with the shop owner Michele. (I want to be her new best friend). She was so welcoming and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get a OAXACAN EMBROIDERED BLOUSE for the summer. And a OAXACAN WOVEN BRACELET. And these chairs (when I win the lotto). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9YIvpKih7U/TxWbkIbBk3I/AAAAAAAABD8/-DldxkHhfXs/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9YIvpKih7U/TxWbkIbBk3I/AAAAAAAABD8/-DldxkHhfXs/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698631948545659762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love, love, love the shop. If you are in Austin, TX come check out JM dry goods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5130246048888952459?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5130246048888952459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5130246048888952459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5130246048888952459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5130246048888952459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-new-shop.html' title='favorite new shop'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMlgwoluETM/TxWbejYsb7I/AAAAAAAABDw/41kYE-eB8zk/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2637614530180671191</id><published>2012-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:01:14.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>find this man</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have many readers who live in Austin, TX. But just in case there are a few who are lurking in the shadows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard about Esme Barrea, who was killed New Years Eve. It has been all over the news. I did NOT know her but I wish I had. She sounds like a really awesome all around lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site below has a lot of great information about the suspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lcenterprisesatx.blogspot.com/2012/01/rip-esme-austin-protect-yourself-and.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this man, please call the Austin police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2637614530180671191?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2637614530180671191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2637614530180671191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2637614530180671191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2637614530180671191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-this-man.html' title='find this man'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8570636240718495575</id><published>2012-01-03T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:31:44.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lists and resolutions</title><content type='html'>Things to do/see/have by the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv outside(football game?)&lt;br /&gt;Tailgate&lt;br /&gt;ACL moody theater 11/30 &amp; 12/1&lt;br /&gt;Eat a steak 12/25&lt;br /&gt;Fredricksberg or Longview&lt;br /&gt;2 step&lt;br /&gt;Ballet or play&lt;br /&gt;run a 5k&lt;br /&gt;Chicken shit bingo&lt;br /&gt;Go bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is my list of fun things I wanted to do before the new year. I only got 2 done. Waa waa. I must revise my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my new years resolutions, I really only have one this year. Which is to lose some god damn weight! I have to, I must! At least 10 but I would like to lose 20. Right now, I will settle for just one pound. I plan to use one lunch per week on the trail and step up my cardio in the new year. I might even run two times a week if things at work aren't too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck friends. I'm gonna kick 2012 ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8570636240718495575?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8570636240718495575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8570636240718495575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8570636240718495575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8570636240718495575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2012/01/lists-and-resolutions.html' title='lists and resolutions'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6316336182871027051</id><published>2011-10-31T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:44:45.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new niece!</title><content type='html'>I have a new niece! Sweet baby M was born on Saturday after only 15 minutes of pushing. My sister is a rockstar. Mommy, baby, Daddy and big sister are all doing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j05V01aNDzg/Tq7CYcl6JII/AAAAAAAABDk/rPwvKb_OXsE/s1600/Baby%2BM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j05V01aNDzg/Tq7CYcl6JII/AAAAAAAABDk/rPwvKb_OXsE/s400/Baby%2BM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669682706153874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exciting day it was! I was called at 1:45am on Saturday to come over to Sister's house. The doctor called and told her so go back to bed and get some rest since she wasn't in "active labor". At 5:45am, Sister woke me up on the couch and they left for the hospital. At 12:30pm I got a text that Sister was going to start pushing and by 12:45pm Baby M was here. Her big sister Goldie Girl was really into Baby M since babies are her favorite right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6316336182871027051?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6316336182871027051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6316336182871027051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6316336182871027051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6316336182871027051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-niece.html' title='new niece!'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j05V01aNDzg/Tq7CYcl6JII/AAAAAAAABDk/rPwvKb_OXsE/s72-c/Baby%2BM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2427904033938859875</id><published>2011-10-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:44:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion blog #1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I wore a new skirt had been waiting until the weather changed to wear. I wanted to pair the skirt with a wool sweater I have had for years that I just love. I felt super cute and hip in my outfit for the day. I came into the office with a bounce in my step, partly because I also was wearing some new shoes. I got lots of compliments on my outfit and some hall talk let to a discussion about fashion blogs. Everyone knows I am addicted to them. It was decided that this outfit would be my first fashion blog post. With a little help from a co-worker, a borrowed pair of sunnies and some lipstick we snapped a few pictures. I was super excited until I saw the photos. This is the only one I feel comfortable showing you all. I had no idea I looks so "full" in the middle. Diet time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46LfMVRHw0Y/TqrbtmB74NI/AAAAAAAABDY/OPqfEYX9Q6A/s1600/a2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46LfMVRHw0Y/TqrbtmB74NI/AAAAAAAABDY/OPqfEYX9Q6A/s400/a2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668584657348452562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt-&lt;a href=" http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=26650&amp;vid=1&amp;pid=857912"&gt;Gap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami –Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Sweater- Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Shoes-&lt;a href=" http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=31203&amp;vid=0&amp;pid=858135012"&gt;Banana Republic   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geode Earrings-Anthropologie (a gift from Goldie Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Sunnies-RayBan (borrowed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2427904033938859875?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2427904033938859875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2427904033938859875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2427904033938859875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2427904033938859875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/10/fashion-blog-1.html' title='fashion blog #1'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46LfMVRHw0Y/TqrbtmB74NI/AAAAAAAABDY/OPqfEYX9Q6A/s72-c/a2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5460133664890436182</id><published>2011-10-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:16:03.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another list</title><content type='html'>After writing and doing my list for &lt;a href=" http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-things.html"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to do one for Winter too. I admit I don't like the cold months. I hate leaving the house in the dark and returning in the dark due to my crazy work schedule. I figured that if I made a list I might enjoy the Winter months a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do/see/have by the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv outside(football game?)&lt;br /&gt;Tailgate&lt;br /&gt;ACL moody theater&lt;br /&gt;Eat a steak&lt;br /&gt;Fredricksberg or Longview&lt;br /&gt;2 step&lt;br /&gt;Ballet or play&lt;br /&gt;run a 5k&lt;br /&gt;Chicken shit bingo&lt;br /&gt;Go bowling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5460133664890436182?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5460133664890436182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5460133664890436182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5460133664890436182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5460133664890436182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-list.html' title='another list'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-9219367232309430900</id><published>2011-09-26T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T14:14:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>latest obsessions…</title><content type='html'>I have been obsessed with a few things I have found of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Esty.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I have noticed a few girls around the office sporting these cool hair ties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRfjTFtuspY/ToDoeOwFUXI/AAAAAAAABDI/gp3a2ERp_1E/s1600/il_170x135.272894987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRfjTFtuspY/ToDoeOwFUXI/AAAAAAAABDI/gp3a2ERp_1E/s400/il_170x135.272894987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656776738030834034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attacking one girl in the halls, she directed me to this &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ManeMessage?ref=seller_info"&gt;Esty shop.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a few colors I like (pink and green) and ask the seller to pick two other colors. They arrived a few days later and I have been wearing them ever since. Love love love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) These awesome Iphone cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB7MTPBD2xE/ToDoi2LFdhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WLWAS9piU9I/s1600/il_fullxfull.253047032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB7MTPBD2xE/ToDoi2LFdhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WLWAS9piU9I/s400/il_fullxfull.253047032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656776817332549138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a 3G so I want to wait to get one until I have an iphone 4 or maybe even a 5. These can be found on Esty at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/PlumStreetPrints?ref=seller_info"&gt;Plum Street Prints &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have really neat framable prints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-9219367232309430900?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/9219367232309430900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=9219367232309430900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9219367232309430900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9219367232309430900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/09/latest-obsessions.html' title='latest obsessions…'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRfjTFtuspY/ToDoeOwFUXI/AAAAAAAABDI/gp3a2ERp_1E/s72-c/il_170x135.272894987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8262012317033889441</id><published>2011-09-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:43:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punched in the face</title><content type='html'>This morning while driving to work I noticed my hands were a little dry. So at the next stop light I took out my hand lotion and started rubbing it in. The light changed and I started knee driving (you know you do it too). The car in front of me started to break. I quickly bent down to put the excess lotion on my legs and the same time putting my foot on the break and …. Bam! I hit my nose and chest on the steering wheel. I saw stars. My eyes started to water. My head ached. I wanted to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I had just been punched in the face by my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the worst headache all day. And I sound very nasally. I don't think I broke my nose but damn it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8262012317033889441?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8262012317033889441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8262012317033889441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8262012317033889441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8262012317033889441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/09/punched-in-face.html' title='punched in the face'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4160389591874568996</id><published>2011-09-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:03:30.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>Way back in &lt;a href="http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-things.html "&gt;March&lt;/a&gt; I made a list of all things I wanted to do/see/have before Labor day. I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandcashmere.com/  "&gt;Emily from Cupcakes &amp; Cashmere &lt;/a&gt; who made her own list. I didn't get everything done before Labor day. And I didn't get everything done. I did a few things a couple of times. I crossed most of the items off my list and I had a great summer. The one thing that isn't on the list but goes without saying if you know me at all. I spend as much time as possible next to a swimming pool. I visited some nice pools. Hotel pools, club pool, backyard pool, apartment pools…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMDQpwvI3M4/Tm_FFSNcvrI/AAAAAAAABDA/0cQXsQtNigU/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMDQpwvI3M4/Tm_FFSNcvrI/AAAAAAAABDA/0cQXsQtNigU/s400/Picture%2B4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651952751951527602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to believe that summer is almost over. School is back in session. If only the weather would let up. Just last night I was talking to my uncle about the 100 degree days. We just might set a record for 100 100 degree days. Wouldn't that be cool to say later in life. "I lived through the hottest summer of all time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4160389591874568996?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4160389591874568996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4160389591874568996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4160389591874568996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4160389591874568996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-things.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMDQpwvI3M4/Tm_FFSNcvrI/AAAAAAAABDA/0cQXsQtNigU/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1612193497185666060</id><published>2011-09-02T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:17:58.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things I am loving right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://matchbookmag.com/"&gt;Matchbook Magazine!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life wanted to put out a record until I saw a Nightline a few months ago about Dr. Luke. I wish I could sing so I could spend some time in a dark studio with him. Yummy! I wonder if he's single? I love all the music he produces too. I'm such a 13 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlGIdq4PBcw/TmD_N6kGyuI/AAAAAAAABC4/y5kzfRBytuo/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlGIdq4PBcw/TmD_N6kGyuI/AAAAAAAABC4/y5kzfRBytuo/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647794547246680802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish Dr. Luke would ask me out. Sigh.......... Dr. Luke if you are out there drop me a line at the address over there ---------&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Austin, TX is a really awesome place I would love to show you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 13 year old girls... I am also loving pink glitter nail polish these days. I have had the pinkie nail of my left hand all glittered up this week. Just the one. I've been calling it my power finger. It's the thing I focus on in plank and while doing push ups in Pilates class. So far it's been working. I might do the ring finger next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I took a hard core Bi-lates class that nearly killed me. I am having a bit my trouble sitting down today. And standing up. And walking. I hurt all over. Don't love the hurt but I so love the Pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/14733460-1612193497185666060?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1612193497185666060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1612193497185666060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1612193497185666060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1612193497185666060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-thing-i-love.html' title='things I am loving right now'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlGIdq4PBcw/TmD_N6kGyuI/AAAAAAAABC4/y5kzfRBytuo/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3566772648562241147</id><published>2011-08-29T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:36:51.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matchy matchy</title><content type='html'>I'm online dating again. This time I signed up for Match.com. So far I have had two dates. Both very nice men. But both break the rules I mentally set for myself when I started Match. Must have job. Must be divorced. There are a few other basic rules but those two rules are the basic, basic ones. I have been burned too many times by men who have no job and are still married. Plus the married bit is a moral thing for me. I have such a problem with cheating, that a separated man I should just stay away from. Besides, if it has been a long time since you and your wife have been together then why aren't you divorced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said both men were very nice I just wish one had a job and the other was divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also finding that a lot of men are impatient. If you don't respond to every and all of their emails they freak the fuck out. I'm not at a computer every day, every night and twice on the weekends. Guess all these guys who are not the right fit will lead me to the right one, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Bandit contacted me. I was shocked when I got an IM from him. I responded to him and pressed him for answers as to why he just up and disappeared on me. He said he was sorry and hearing it felt good. I just wish it all didn't happen so I wouldn't have this hurt in my heart about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3566772648562241147?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3566772648562241147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3566772648562241147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3566772648562241147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3566772648562241147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/matchy-matchy.html' title='matchy matchy'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6758194084481754028</id><published>2011-08-18T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:18:35.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame lame name</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday's post was lame. There are a few things I want to write about but can't for fear of hurt feelings. I'll just try to write about something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Bandit's birthday. (Check out lasts year's post from March to July for reference.) Instead of being an adult, I was a child and passive aggressively facebook bombed him in a way. I have a lot of friends who's birthdays are also today. So I wished them all happy birthday and didn't wish the Bandit the same. I know I am lame and childish. But FUCK him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about this &lt;a href="http://www.theglamourai.com/ "&gt;lovely lady &lt;/a&gt; before. I have a mad lady crush on her. I love her style. I love her apartment. I want to be her friend and drink cocktails out on a pretty patio over looking some water. She is nearly 10 years my junior which makes me wonder why I didn't have the drive she has when I was her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been thinking about what my life would have been like had I chosen a different path in life. I never thought of being a business major in college. But lately I have wondered if I should have been a business major. Or a doctor? Or anything other than a graphic designer/artist. I should have listened to my father when he told me I wouldn't make as much money as I thought I would. He wasn't discrediting my abilities. He just thought I could make more money doing something else. And unlike me, he knew I wouldn't be happy with less money. Oh dad's they are SO smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week I have been skipping breakfast. I'm just not feeling hungry in the mornings the way I normally do. It is a very strange thing for me since my sweet blood (read diabetes) usually has me shoveling food in my mouth the second I wake up. My blood sugar doesn't seem to be effected, yet. I've been keeping an eye on it so I don't bottom out and faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working my tail off in Pilates class. I hope that after a year of hard work, I'll be ready for some course work. 4 more months to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6758194084481754028?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6758194084481754028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6758194084481754028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6758194084481754028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6758194084481754028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/lame-lame-name.html' title='Lame lame name'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8256824384904373715</id><published>2011-08-17T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:10:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this band-aid smells funny</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very good about writing anything lately. I'm going to try to write a post that is entertaining and informative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a project at work that is teaching me a lot but is also lesson in patience. I feel like I am slowly going crazy. Everyday I want to quit not just the project but my job which is terrible. I go home after work and I don't want to think about it but I can't stop thinking about it. Which is maddening too. Tomorrow it should all me over. Please dear lord let it be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scheduled 100 hours of time off for the rest of the year. I still have 38 and some change hours left to take. Yes, it is wonderful but I wish I had a friend/lover/someone to hang out with on some of those days. I've text a friend to see if she wants to have a play date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used 5 band-aids today. Which seems like so many in one day for one person. I have on painful shoes which required 4 then I broke a nail. The broken nail tore to the middle of my nail bed and bled all over the place. It's too bad my nails were looking really nice. I have also bit my lip twice today. Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8256824384904373715?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8256824384904373715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8256824384904373715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8256824384904373715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8256824384904373715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-band-aid-smells-funny.html' title='this band-aid smells funny'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-464651274516541158</id><published>2011-08-08T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:03:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update and stuff</title><content type='html'>I finally got a call from the doctor. I had a virus but it has cleared my system. Thank goodness. To say I am tired of the health fire drills is an understatement. I have to go back in a month for more tests. Hopefully after that, I won't have to go through this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really nice weekend but it was too short. I've become spoiled with three day weekends. A regular weekend just doesn't feel the same. I checked out this &lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;http://contigotexas.com/austin "&gt; place &lt;/a&gt; for a friend's birthday. It is going to be an awesome place to to hang out in the fall when the weather is cooler in Texas. We had a great time but the 106 degree temps made it a bit sticky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weather, I can't remember an August in Texas when it rained. This thought has been haunting me for a week. I watch the news hoping we might get a sprinkle to cool off the day but there is nothing. I can't believe I will have to wait until September for rain. Say it ain't so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Pilates class and because another instructor was in the class our usual instructor showed off a little and kick our asses. It was a great workout but not the usual pace. I was happy I didn't have much going on the rest of the day. I spend it next to the pool then watching Miss Goldie Girl. That nugget is just the cutest thing ever. She has all kinds of new words she is saying. But still no "Auntie". When she says "banana" I like to pretend she is saying my name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I ran. It was hot. It was hard. I took the flat stretches well but lost my stream on the hills. Next weekend I'll try again. I see more cardio in my future. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-464651274516541158?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/464651274516541158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=464651274516541158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/464651274516541158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/464651274516541158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/update-and-stuff.html' title='update and stuff'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1797642233517414711</id><published>2011-08-03T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T08:13:06.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless Texas and Willie Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwYoFK-89U4/TjljvlxyXgI/AAAAAAAABCw/skOQbkx74ng/s1600/Willie%2Bpic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwYoFK-89U4/TjljvlxyXgI/AAAAAAAABCw/skOQbkx74ng/s400/Willie%2Bpic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636646077876821506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture of Willie online a while ago. It's been living on my desktop. Every morning when I fire up my computer this photo makes me laugh. It looks like this was taken a long time ago before Willie got busted on his tour bus in West Texas but after his wife sewed him up in a sheet. The poor guy, no wonder he smokes the herb. I just love Willie. He seems like a sweet man and his music is amazing. I would love to meet him one day. I have seen him a handful of times in person. And once he smiled at me and said hello. I wish at the time I had the nerve to really talk to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1797642233517414711?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1797642233517414711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1797642233517414711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1797642233517414711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1797642233517414711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-bless-texas-and-willie-nelson.html' title='God bless Texas and Willie Nelson'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwYoFK-89U4/TjljvlxyXgI/AAAAAAAABCw/skOQbkx74ng/s72-c/Willie%2Bpic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6099697174917309377</id><published>2011-08-02T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:05:43.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again</title><content type='html'>"If it is really serious, they would have you come it right away." &lt;br /&gt;"But mom, they asked me to come in this afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone in to my diabetes doctor for a routine check up. Everything looked good, they took some blood. I didn't think anything of it until they called me on Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need you to go see your GP today. Your liver is functions are 4 times what they should be. And you white blood cell count is high."&lt;br /&gt;"Today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, today. We are faxing over your results. You need to call them to make an appointment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called and ended up with the first appointment the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look yellow" said the doctor when he entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked in my eyes. And asked all kinds of scary questions. I asked if it could be from my birthday party a week ago. I had had 6 drinks that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. It's not that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor thinks I have virus which is attacking my liver. Maybe from eating bad seafood. Or maybe it's mono. (But I had mono is high school, like every teenage girl.) They took 14 vitals of blood. And now I wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't goggle anything. I have been through this so many times now. I feel like I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some other disease that will make me sick. None related to one another, all serious. I look normal but I feel terrible. I am always tired and never feel like I get a good nights rest. Why can't I just get the flu or a cold like everyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6099697174917309377?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6099697174917309377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6099697174917309377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6099697174917309377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6099697174917309377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/08/sick-again.html' title='sick again'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1563911086605601303</id><published>2011-07-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:37:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck yeah tree houses</title><content type='html'>I'm dreaming of tree houses today so I did a google search and found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fuckyeahtreehouses.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1563911086605601303?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1563911086605601303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1563911086605601303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1563911086605601303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1563911086605601303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/07/fuck-yeah-tree-houses.html' title='fuck yeah tree houses'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5733518363021617662</id><published>2011-07-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:47:08.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sister time</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post some pictures from Sister and my staycation last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kkjEzyWxk/TiiOF9jEWfI/AAAAAAAABCA/uQaAzKpTYfs/s1600/IMG_6873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kkjEzyWxk/TiiOF9jEWfI/AAAAAAAABCA/uQaAzKpTYfs/s400/IMG_6873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631907567098943986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bed which is made of horse hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OlcYv7IwQ/TiiOOcDB4-I/AAAAAAAABCI/WRDKgDgD5DE/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OlcYv7IwQ/TiiOOcDB4-I/AAAAAAAABCI/WRDKgDgD5DE/s400/IMG_6876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631907712725017570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tub in which we both took baths. I took one last night and one this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBqc56fONY4/TiiOZgJi1JI/AAAAAAAABCQ/i_qPqPIxfmA/s1600/IMG_6877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBqc56fONY4/TiiOZgJi1JI/AAAAAAAABCQ/i_qPqPIxfmA/s400/IMG_6877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631907902804645010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom mini bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvlQ4HR0DvQ/TiiOnlNxsZI/AAAAAAAABCY/xcBQdEO7wcs/s1600/IMG_6878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvlQ4HR0DvQ/TiiOnlNxsZI/AAAAAAAABCY/xcBQdEO7wcs/s400/IMG_6878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631908144682742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food mini bar in which sister chose a few treats to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daGVq0QGObs/TiiPHb82qxI/AAAAAAAABCg/4IXxblmNCuc/s1600/IMG_6879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daGVq0QGObs/TiiPHb82qxI/AAAAAAAABCg/4IXxblmNCuc/s400/IMG_6879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631908691951659794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our patio where we ate breakfast this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BM_-sZERTrY/TiiPRy7zmqI/AAAAAAAABCo/4Kw_i180Erk/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BM_-sZERTrY/TiiPRy7zmqI/AAAAAAAABCo/4Kw_i180Erk/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631908869919972002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I took way more pictures than I did take. Oh well. It was an amazing place and we had a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5733518363021617662?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5733518363021617662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5733518363021617662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5733518363021617662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5733518363021617662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/07/sister-time.html' title='sister time'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kkjEzyWxk/TiiOF9jEWfI/AAAAAAAABCA/uQaAzKpTYfs/s72-c/IMG_6873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6840499119816569667</id><published>2011-07-19T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:51:58.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday beach</title><content type='html'>Oh gees it has been a while since I posted anything. Sorry folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my beach vacation. I had the best time playing with Goldie girl, hanging out with Sister and her man and shopping with mom. We spend Sister and my birthday at the beach this year. We both had great days. I am going to go out on a limb and say I think this was my best birthday ever. Could that be true? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of the car ride back from the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGa24bVJEHQ/TiWnsniO9pI/AAAAAAAABB4/M1fkiAGJUhg/s1600/IMG_6872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGa24bVJEHQ/TiWnsniO9pI/AAAAAAAABB4/M1fkiAGJUhg/s400/IMG_6872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631091294065325714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Dooddle is sad she has to leave the beach. Not the best photo of me but I thought it was funny that Abby had her head there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work and in the thick of it already. I really need to figure out a way to retire early. Winning the lottery is first on my list of things to do this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and I are continuing our birthday celebrating with a night stay at this &lt;a href="http://www.hotelstcecilia.com/ "&gt; place &lt;/a&gt; Wednesday night.  I'm jealous of myself. I am hoping we get a room with a bath tub so I can take a bath after a dip in the pool. Seriously, I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday is my in town birthday party. I should be a fun time. I have a dear friend coming into town for the party. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a busy week around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6840499119816569667?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6840499119816569667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6840499119816569667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6840499119816569667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6840499119816569667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-beach.html' title='birthday beach'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGa24bVJEHQ/TiWnsniO9pI/AAAAAAAABB4/M1fkiAGJUhg/s72-c/IMG_6872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-9169264297190962416</id><published>2011-06-29T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:46:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duh</title><content type='html'>When a dear friend sends you a text message that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got a group of army helicopter pilots just home from Afghanistan that want to take a group of girls out tomorrow night. You down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious answer is :"duh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met them downtown at a bar who's entrance was in the ally the last time I went there. Well, it's not there anymore. I finally found the door and asked how I get to the roof top where these pilots were. I was directed down a hall. At the end of the hall was an elevator so I took it. When the doors to the elevator opened there was a cat walk across two buildings to the roof top bar. After I got into the bar I realized I took the service elevator. Oh well, I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilots were so nice. But they were all very young. It became clear that I was TOO old to be hooking up with these pilots. So I got drunk on free champagne and people watched until the pilots started to couple up with young ladies. Good and drunk, I took a crazy cab ride home with Nacho. Seriously, his real name. Nacho had me doing fire drills at red lights and laughing until he got me home safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a really fun night despite not kissing any pilots. Next time I get a text like that I will say yes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-9169264297190962416?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/9169264297190962416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=9169264297190962416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9169264297190962416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9169264297190962416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/duh.html' title='duh'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8368412332820309946</id><published>2011-06-23T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:37:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day off</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had the day off. But my day started with a bang and didn't end until close to quitting time of a regular work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I slept in a little and watched Ellen. It is always nice to start your day with some laughs. Then I headed over to the nail salon for a pedicure. I was the first customer of the day so I got some extra special treatment. I got a manicure too. Then I headed over to see my therapist. It was a nice session with little tears, which always makes the day a little better. Then over to the spa for a massage to work on the knots in my neck. As it turns out, my whole body is jacked up. I thought it was just my neck but it's my whole body. With the spa massage I get two weeks at a nice gym. So I am planning out my workouts for the next two weeks. YAY! Then I ran a few errands and headed over to the grocery store for some major food shopping. Yikes! I had nothing in the house so my basket was full when I left there. I even shopped with coupons. I saved $6.25 y'all! I ended up getting home about 5-ish. I ran one more errand then back home for a nice dinner and bed early. What a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I didn't make it to the pool yesterday. But I got this awesome lion belt while thrifting yesterday. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIYCr3pvYk4/TgNrnuOkBfI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZZiyr0Y3dYc/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIYCr3pvYk4/TgNrnuOkBfI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZZiyr0Y3dYc/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621455090056693234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8368412332820309946?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8368412332820309946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8368412332820309946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8368412332820309946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8368412332820309946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-off.html' title='day off'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIYCr3pvYk4/TgNrnuOkBfI/AAAAAAAABBw/ZZiyr0Y3dYc/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2658696558387881186</id><published>2011-06-21T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T06:44:51.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday off</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I have the day off. I have it off because I worked 9 hours on Sunday. So far I have a therapy planned, and a message scheduled. I also want to get a pedicure and lay by the pool if I get my act together. And I must go food shopping but I don't know if I will fit it into my already busy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few short weeks (ok more like 2.5 weeks) I'll be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA9LtNZHQcM/TgCgMCwZk-I/AAAAAAAABBo/YUAEOK8LoOA/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA9LtNZHQcM/TgCgMCwZk-I/AAAAAAAABBo/YUAEOK8LoOA/s400/Picture%2B6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620668463717127138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look awesome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2658696558387881186?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2658696558387881186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2658696558387881186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2658696558387881186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2658696558387881186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/wednesday-off.html' title='wednesday off'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA9LtNZHQcM/TgCgMCwZk-I/AAAAAAAABBo/YUAEOK8LoOA/s72-c/Picture%2B6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4657652502314841655</id><published>2011-06-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:41:04.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quoteable</title><content type='html'>I read this quote this morning and it struck a cord with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights sleep, worked too long and too hard in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment."&lt;br /&gt;- Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I also like the part about taking hangovers as a consequence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4657652502314841655?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4657652502314841655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4657652502314841655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4657652502314841655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4657652502314841655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/quoteable.html' title='quoteable'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8157707787624256195</id><published>2011-06-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:49:54.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>credit where credit is due</title><content type='html'>I want to give credit to Emily from &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandcashmere.com/"&gt; Cupcakes and Cashmere&lt;/a&gt; for the 10 things to do before Labor day list post I did yesterday. I meant to do it yesterday but forgot. This morning I read her blog and noticed she posted something about &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandcashmere.com/rules-of-summer-part-2/"&gt; her list.&lt;/a&gt;  It was her list that inspired my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to cross more things off my list this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took tomorrow off and plan to do something that isn't on my list but that I plan to do a lot of this summer. Sit by the pool with a good book. I am currently reading &lt;a href="http://thirtyroomstohidein.com/"&gt; this book.&lt;/a&gt; Which is written by a co-worker and friend. I am only on page 10 of an advance copy I received in the mail on Friday but it is soooo good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8157707787624256195?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8157707787624256195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8157707787624256195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8157707787624256195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8157707787624256195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/credit-where-credit-is-due.html' title='credit where credit is due'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4482419934567654388</id><published>2011-06-06T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:22:32.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the happenings</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while so I thought I better post something so my 2 readers don't abandon me (unless they already have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy weekend! Friday after a long day at the office, I picked up my friend EB and we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.blantonmuseum.org/"&gt; Blanton art museum&lt;/a&gt; for a B Scene party. As EB's guest I received a cute goodie bag full of fun things from the museum. Notecards, costers, etc. I was very excited to go to the Blanton since it is one of the items on my 10 things to do before Labor day list.  I am slowly working my way through the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oP6Vf5Dq244/TezwXZe7sKI/AAAAAAAABBg/OTzaJrb5bAE/s1600/Summer2011list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oP6Vf5Dq244/TezwXZe7sKI/AAAAAAAABBg/OTzaJrb5bAE/s400/Summer2011list.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615127120192450722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was jam packed with parties. But first I went to Pilates and once again got my ass handed to me. I have been told I am not a intermediate and no longer beginner but I still feel like it is m first day. I have started taking private instruction from a dancer at Ballet Austin. She is really amazing and pushes my limits every time I see her. I love it. After class, I ran home for a shower and quick change before heading over to my friend Jay Bird's baby's first birthday party. As luck would have it, it was also Jay Bird's birthday. Jay Bird and her family have a new house that is just as cute and sweet as her family. After that party, I ran home again and got ready for my cousin's Reed's graduation party. His parents had the most beautiful alfresco dinner party for Reed some of his friends, and the rest of the family. It was so beautiful, I wish I had taken some photos to sow you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I woke up early to jog the trail with my friend Maria. Then did my weekly food shopping before heading into the office for a full 8.5 hours day. I was pooped when I got home. Today I have jury duty so I am quickly getting as much done as I can before I have to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4482419934567654388?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4482419934567654388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4482419934567654388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4482419934567654388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4482419934567654388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings.html' title='the happenings'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oP6Vf5Dq244/TezwXZe7sKI/AAAAAAAABBg/OTzaJrb5bAE/s72-c/Summer2011list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4198753801095710305</id><published>2011-05-20T13:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:36:04.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bug</title><content type='html'>The blogging bug just hasn't bit me lately. Sorry I've been MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a coffee date on Monday night. It was ok. I haven't heard from the guy and I am ok with letting it lie. I never got a chance to ask him his last name. How strange is that. I know I have complained over and over again about online dating. But it really is so exhausting. I know it works for lots of people. I have given it the old college try. My therapist says I need to get on Match.com. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a terrible stomach bug the last 4 days. I think it is finally over. I fear I gave it to one of my co-workers. It came on the same way, suddenly after lunch. be careful out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4198753801095710305?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4198753801095710305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4198753801095710305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4198753801095710305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4198753801095710305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/05/bug.html' title='the bug'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7471512107384321645</id><published>2011-05-03T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:50:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>men always come back.</title><content type='html'>They always come back. I tell my girlfriends this when they are heart broken over a man to treated their heart poorly. Men always come back. I have written about it before. Sometimes a man is just sniffing around to see what was so interesting about you in the first place. Sometimes they really want you back. Sometimes it takes years, sometimes just a few weeks. What you have to decide is how much information you are going to give them. If you tell him too much he might really want you back. But do you want him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things were swimming around in my head this morning when I arrived in the office to find a message from Bandit. He was sniffing around. I replied to him without really thinking about it. And now after lunch I am thinking I shouldn't have returned the message at all. Give him a taste of his treatment of me. I figure he must be lonely. He is living in Afghanistan, working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. He has to be lonely and bored. I feel sorry for him in the respect. But that guy treated me poorly. He just disappeared on me. No phone call, no note. Just up and left for Afghanistan within a few weeks of never returning my last phone call to him. I should have asked him why he disappeared like that when I messaged him back this morning. But I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read an article about settling this morning. I wonder if I am settling for the life I have instead of the life I want. The life I want resembles something out of my favorite tv show and not reality. Or am I settling for no man in my life because I am scared to share it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I like my life right now. A girl can dream of Gossip Girl like parties to attend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7471512107384321645?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7471512107384321645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7471512107384321645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7471512107384321645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7471512107384321645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/05/men-always-come-back.html' title='men always come back.'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5851231280784017346</id><published>2011-04-29T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:27:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jewels</title><content type='html'>I am gaga for jewels theses days. I bought my mom a nice replica of lady Diana's engagement ring now known as Princess's Kate's ring for mother's day. I bought it weeks ago but couldn't pick it up until last night. I'm not going to lie I wore it around the house last night after I got home. I want to wear it to a Royal Wedding watching party I am attending tomorrow but I know I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67xDsopKQCo/Tbrms-K2vVI/AAAAAAAABBI/gbqcMiRNcaI/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67xDsopKQCo/Tbrms-K2vVI/AAAAAAAABBI/gbqcMiRNcaI/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601042746865794386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, So last night while waiting for the sales man to get to me I looked at the other rings and jewels. I want so much!!! I want a pair of real diamond earrings and this ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much more beautiful in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppg7nL_JyKg/TbrmxSG3NOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/fATIUW9hOUY/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppg7nL_JyKg/TbrmxSG3NOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/fATIUW9hOUY/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601042820937233634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a big birthday in a few years…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already send a picture of the ring and request for the earrings to Sister. I have to drop hints early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5851231280784017346?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5851231280784017346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5851231280784017346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5851231280784017346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5851231280784017346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/jewels.html' title='jewels'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67xDsopKQCo/Tbrms-K2vVI/AAAAAAAABBI/gbqcMiRNcaI/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2513823974374795040</id><published>2011-04-21T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:33:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK!</title><content type='html'>ACK! I feel like a Cathy cartoon. The last few days have been stupid busy at work. I have stupidly decided that I should stay up late and wake up early for Pilates class. And well I have been eating junk. Yesterday I had vending machine food for a snack. ACK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to a long weekend off. Mom is coming tomorrow and Sister also has the day off. I hope we will do lots of fun stuff with Goldie girl in tow. I know I can talk mom into making a trip to our favorite thrift store. Sister said the pool has been heated so I'm sure a swim or two will happen this weekend. ACK! Although, I'm not sure the pool needs heating after the hot days we have had the last few days. Can I get some rain please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rain, if you are lucky enough to have rain where you live can you send some to Texas? I don't know if you have heard but our state has had a bad go of it the last few weeks. West Texas had devastating wildfires. Then North Texas was hit. And just this weekend Austin had one that was started by a homeless man cooking eggs. So sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2513823974374795040?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2513823974374795040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2513823974374795040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2513823974374795040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2513823974374795040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/ack.html' title='ACK!'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8283136788476954055</id><published>2011-04-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:50:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes found</title><content type='html'>When I got home last night, I walked across the street to ask my neighbor if the shoes were at her house. She wasn't home, so I left a note. A nice note. I stalked her all night, meaning I kept looking for her car in the driveway. After 10pm I noticed she was home, but since it was late I figured I would have to ask her this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes were on my front door step this morning. The box was open and my neighbor's dog hair was on the bottom of the shoes. I won't say she wore them but she must have tried them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still shocked that it took a note on her door and a weeks time for her to return the shoes to me. I paid good money for those shoes. Until now she has been a great neighbor but I will never ask her to watch my cat or bring in my mail. Who knows what she might keep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: My baby kitty is 7 years old today. I can't believe Miss LaLa is 7! Time flies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8283136788476954055?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8283136788476954055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8283136788476954055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8283136788476954055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8283136788476954055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/shoes-found.html' title='shoes found'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4361851972444967422</id><published>2011-04-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:56:55.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing shoes</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting a week for some new shoes to arrive from Zappo's. I felt like I was being a little impatient this morning when I called to ask where they were. The nice lady at Zappo's told me my shoes were delivered a week ago. I was shocked. I asked what the address was that they were delivered to because they were not delivered to my house. Well, well, well, the shoes were delivered to my across the street neighbor. Now I ask this, if you received a box via UPS that was addressed to someone other than you, what would you do? I would call UPS and ask them to come pick up the package. That is not what she did. According to UPS and Zappo's the package was no returned. Nor has my neighbor walked her ass across the street to deliver the package to me (she knows my first name). It's been a week, she can't be that busy. I was home all day Sunday with my front door and windows open, I heard her dogs barking their brains out. How come she didn't come over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I plan to ask her if she has my package. God help me if she is wearing my shoes when she comes to the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4361851972444967422?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4361851972444967422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4361851972444967422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4361851972444967422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4361851972444967422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/missing-shoes.html' title='missing shoes'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4857504922483217054</id><published>2011-04-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:51:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect pumps</title><content type='html'>This weekend after a fun day of culture at the Bengali Festival and day drinking with a long time friend then more drinking at my house. I woke up Sunday morning without a hang over so I cleaned the house then I set off on a shoe finding adventure at the mall. I have been reading &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kendi Everyday &lt;/a&gt; for a while now. And she always has the cutest shoes. I have been obsessed with Looker Ring Gladiator Sandal from &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.payless.com/store/"&gt;Payless &lt;/a&gt; that she wears often. Of course when I got to Payless (I haven't shopped there in years) they didn't have the Gladiator sandal in stock in my size. But they did however have the Loveit Overlasted Platform Pump in my size. I tried a few other pair on but nothing else fit, thank goodness. I would have walked out of Payless with armfuls of shoes had they had my size. The Platform Pump is the perfect height for my broken feet. After years of too high heels and falls, my feet are not able to walk it the hooker heels that fill the mall window displays, I want so badly but sadly can not do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OfXHA6Z5t4/TaxP4Icr3FI/AAAAAAAABBA/lUvciaeW4HM/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OfXHA6Z5t4/TaxP4Icr3FI/AAAAAAAABBA/lUvciaeW4HM/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596936262673751122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Miss Kendi for bringing these shoes to my attention because I wouldn't have shopped at Payless with out her endorsement but I am so glad I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4857504922483217054?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4857504922483217054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4857504922483217054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4857504922483217054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4857504922483217054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-new-shoes.html' title='the perfect pumps'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OfXHA6Z5t4/TaxP4Icr3FI/AAAAAAAABBA/lUvciaeW4HM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4136481649200461991</id><published>2011-04-13T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:54:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the beat goes on</title><content type='html'>I have been in a blogging funk. I promise to be better about writing. Each evening after a long day at work I think about what I might want to write about. But most are old subjects I have already covered in the blog. Here is a list of the topics that run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pilates. FYI if you are already sick of hearing about my Pilates practice hold on to your hats. It's going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;2.) How I will find the time and money to do more Pilates?&lt;br /&gt;3.) Work work and more work. What a boring subject&lt;br /&gt;4.) Goldie girl. I can't even imagine loving a kid more than I love her.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Dating. I am talking to a man on the OKC and we are talking about meeting but this morning I realize I know NOTHING about him. Part of me is scared by this and another part is interested in what this guy is all about.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Vacations. I want one bad. I was thinking about take every Friday until the end of the year off. But I want a long beach vacation this year.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Shoes. I need some new ones because all of my shoes are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Weight loss. I have been counting my calories for 4 months now and I can't seem to lose anymore weight. I either have to stop eating or get really sick in order to lose anymore that the 8 pounds I have lost.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Television. I really like it. And I can't wait for Gossip Girl to return next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See not much new in my life these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4136481649200461991?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4136481649200461991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4136481649200461991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4136481649200461991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4136481649200461991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6403467467058544066</id><published>2011-04-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:52:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am doing it.</title><content type='html'>A crazy idea popped into my head while in Las Vegas with my mom and sister. I couldn't stop talking about Pilates. How much I loved it. How great it is. How great my body feels. My sister being the smart one in the family said, why don't you become an instructor. I started asking my instructors and, blah blah blah, Sunday I am going to do my first observation hours. EEK!!! I'm scared and excited at the same time. I think it will take me about 2 years to get certified but here goes nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6403467467058544066?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6403467467058544066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6403467467058544066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6403467467058544066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6403467467058544066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-i-am-doing-it.html' title='I think I am doing it.'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4617547701138260958</id><published>2011-04-06T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:40:12.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hunting</title><content type='html'>Well I am have NO luck finding summer shoes to replace my beloved black sandal shoes. Nothing online is speaking to me. I have looked at Piperlime, Jeffery Campbell, Aldo, Steve Madden, Nordstrom, Urban Outfitters, Fryes. And nothing. The only ones and am even a little bit interested in are these Jeffery Campbell Platform wedge sandals below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VG6Vn0WrUo/TZzBdcfh9XI/AAAAAAAABA4/8LxrG0TdVUo/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VG6Vn0WrUo/TZzBdcfh9XI/AAAAAAAABA4/8LxrG0TdVUo/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592557548896122226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are canvas and I really want leather. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the hunt continues….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4617547701138260958?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4617547701138260958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4617547701138260958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4617547701138260958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4617547701138260958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/hunting.html' title='hunting'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VG6Vn0WrUo/TZzBdcfh9XI/AAAAAAAABA4/8LxrG0TdVUo/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7976058516160251926</id><published>2011-04-04T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:04:57.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new shoes</title><content type='html'>Nearly a year ago I blogged about some new black sandals/shoes. I decided on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JCA9pjV0s/TZpNsz0LM8I/AAAAAAAABAw/a5bkpJ9ILRI/s1600/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JCA9pjV0s/TZpNsz0LM8I/AAAAAAAABAw/a5bkpJ9ILRI/s400/IMG_5917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591867319552521154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it appears I have worn them out. I went to pack them for my Las Vegas trip and they were broken and coming apart. Now I am on the hunt for the perfect summer black sandal/shoe. HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any you love? Any you hate? What about brands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas was super fun. I came home with money in my pocket. Everyone had a great time. I am never staying anywhere else but the Bellagio. And go see Beatles LOVE if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7976058516160251926?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7976058516160251926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7976058516160251926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7976058516160251926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7976058516160251926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-shoes.html' title='new shoes'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JCA9pjV0s/TZpNsz0LM8I/AAAAAAAABAw/a5bkpJ9ILRI/s72-c/IMG_5917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-167202219146191418</id><published>2011-03-28T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:17:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes….</title><content type='html'>I really don't like change. I like for things to just stay the same most of the time. Work is changing for the better. And for once I am excited about the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Las Vegas on Wednesday for celebrate my mom's 60th birthday. I'm very excited about this trip even though I don't love Vegas. In fact, I really don't care for Vegas at all. But I know the company will make up for the crazy, fast environment. I'm so excited in fact, I have already started packing. I want to be a professional packer when I grow up. I love packing a suit case. Cleaning, ironing, organizing, styling and finally packing. If I could I would be a celebrity's suite case packer for a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also love shopping so shopping in the job would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-167202219146191418?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/167202219146191418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=167202219146191418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/167202219146191418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/167202219146191418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes.html' title='changes….'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6580483387941735607</id><published>2011-03-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:39:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend Liz</title><content type='html'>My friend Liz has a &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizsayz.tumblr.com/"&gt;new blog.&lt;/a&gt; It's about all things marketing, advertising and design. If those are things you are into then you need to check it out. Even if you aren't into those things you will like her blog. CHECK IT OUT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6580483387941735607?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6580483387941735607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6580483387941735607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6580483387941735607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6580483387941735607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-friend-liz.html' title='my friend Liz'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-893747073957782581</id><published>2011-03-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:52:33.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>Working on my "10 things I want to do/see/have before Labor day" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a drive-in movie&lt;br /&gt;Visit Hamilton pool&lt;br /&gt;Have a tiger blood sno cone&lt;br /&gt;Make coconut ice cream/sorbet&lt;br /&gt;Go night swimming&lt;br /&gt;Have a picnic/trailer lunches&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the Blanton&lt;br /&gt;Ride in a convertible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-893747073957782581?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/893747073957782581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=893747073957782581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/893747073957782581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/893747073957782581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-things.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-248174840196155509</id><published>2011-03-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:27:18.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>The feather hair extension thing  have taken off. I just want to say I am over it. Sorry folks but when EVERYONE has them I don't want it. In case you didn't see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nn_XyZ5nfc/TXgMyUhuAcI/AAAAAAAABAo/DNxnCvdNR38/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nn_XyZ5nfc/TXgMyUhuAcI/AAAAAAAABAo/DNxnCvdNR38/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582225796768858562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I taught Miss LaLa to poop in the toilet. It only took for a few weeks. Miss LaLa has a small (kitten) litter box. I clean is twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. Now there are some days when I am in a rush to leave in the morning and forget to clean her box. Most days, she lets me know about my error when I get home at night. That is usually fine. Except, lately Miss LaLa won't wait for my return home. Lately, she is pooping in the bath tub. I wish she would just use the toilet. This is causing me major grief these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaggghhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-248174840196155509?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/248174840196155509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=248174840196155509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/248174840196155509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/248174840196155509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nn_XyZ5nfc/TXgMyUhuAcI/AAAAAAAABAo/DNxnCvdNR38/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5329874046150476897</id><published>2011-03-07T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:34:55.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>This weekend I took a lot of naps. I took 2. Which isn't that many but each was 2.5 hours. Saturday after Pilates and a stream, I did my food shopping for the week. After lunch I laid down for just a few minutes and… Well you know the rest. Then again on Sunday the same things happened. I must have needed my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a crazy thing at lunch today. I normally don't use retail therapy to soothe my soul but today I needed it. I went to Nordstrom. I was on a search for a new swim suit. I have been sporting the same suit for a few years now. I swim a lot during the summer months so I knew I would need a good suit this year. I bought a black tankini with ruching at the tummy. It looks great. I can't wait to wear my new swim suit at the pool in Vegas at the end of the month. Sister and I are going to Vegas with our mom for her 60th birthday. Yay girls trip! I also bought a cute LBD on sale at lunch. It was a steal and will look great in the night lights of Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is hanging in there. She has great day, good days, bad days and terrible days. The roller coaster of emotions is horrible. I think it must be the worst for my dad. I hate this for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5329874046150476897?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5329874046150476897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5329874046150476897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5329874046150476897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5329874046150476897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7929389467998570659</id><published>2011-03-03T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:43:59.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff and stuff</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in a while. Truth be told, I haven't felt like it. I haven't had anything important to write about. (hahahahahahhahahahahha. Who am I kidding? This blog is a bunch of bullshit) Anyway, here's an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is still with us. She is so very sick. Each day she has good moments and bad. I know she won't live forever. I pray that is goes peacefully and quickly with her children near. I am praying for her children to be there because I know that it will break my dad's heart to not be there when she passes. Yesterday, was the first day I didn't call to check on my grandma. I plan to call my dad tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? I have been a Pilates crazy woman the last few weeks. I'm finally down 6 pounds and one dress size. Yay me! My feathers fell out of my hair again. Damn feathers! One would think that at $20 per extension they would stay in more than 2 weeks. IF I get them again, I am having them put in with glue so they won't fall out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuvPiG7ckus/TXAV38KbpdI/AAAAAAAABAg/JPu-oY6NUx4/s1600/rsalh500m_03d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuvPiG7ckus/TXAV38KbpdI/AAAAAAAABAg/JPu-oY6NUx4/s400/rsalh500m_03d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579983989098915282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I just bought the most fabulous leather clutch from American Apparel pictured above. If you read any fashion blogs (see my blog roll) then you might have seen this clutch in pictures. I got mine in black instead of the camel color everyone else has gotten. I got it last night and I'm in love. It is a bit smaller than I thought it would be but it works perfectly. If I haven't said it before let me say it now. I heart me some fashion blogs. Once I get super skinny pants then maybe this old blog will become a fashion blog. (hahahahahahahhahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7929389467998570659?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7929389467998570659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7929389467998570659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7929389467998570659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7929389467998570659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/03/stuff-and-stuff.html' title='stuff and stuff'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yuvPiG7ckus/TXAV38KbpdI/AAAAAAAABAg/JPu-oY6NUx4/s72-c/rsalh500m_03d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5108773348127313197</id><published>2011-02-24T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:03:57.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>My grandmother is dying. She is not able to eat. She is not able to take a bath. She is not able to speak. I fear she won't make it until Saturday when my sister, Goldie and I are making the 5 hour trip to visit her. I am worried for my father who is retiring soon and sees her every weekend. I fear he will get depressed and not be able to snap out of it. I hate that I am at work and I can't be with him. I hate that the last time I visited with my dad we didn't go see my grandmother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5108773348127313197?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5108773348127313197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5108773348127313197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5108773348127313197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5108773348127313197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/02/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3360647801047180729</id><published>2011-02-14T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:46:46.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XO no valentine</title><content type='html'>No valentine's plans tonight. In fact, I thought I would be working late which sounded nice since I have no valentine. But now I don't have to work late so I guess while everyone spends time with their lover I will be watching Gossip Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3360647801047180729?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3360647801047180729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3360647801047180729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3360647801047180729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3360647801047180729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/02/xo-no-valentine.html' title='XO no valentine'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2459700310337382513</id><published>2011-02-08T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:35:08.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid facebook</title><content type='html'>Last night I went over to Sister's for dinner and a Gossip Girl watching party. Little Goldie has been sick so she was not herself but she did show me how she can take a few steps on her own. I'm so proud of that Goldie Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I got a text from Sister that said she was sad for our dad. I suddenly was in a panic. Our grandmother had been in the hospital that day for stomach pain but it was nothing serious. I called my dad with little information and started talking to him. He asked me if I had read Facebook. I told him I had not but that Sister must have because of her text. My dad did his best to calm me down and explain that my grandmother has 3 kinds of cancer, lung, liver and stomach. He also explained that because of her age (82) and her other aliments that she would not being having treatment. He explained that she was in great spirits and not in any pain now that the doctors know what the problem is. She will have pain management until she passes. But that it could be months if not a year before that happens. I want to see my grandmother again before she isn't lucid enough to have visitors. I suspect I will be making a few more trips to see her in the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry with my cousin who posted this news on Facebook. These were her words: "Granny Update.........She has Lung Cancer, Stomach Cancer &amp; Liver Cancer. She is not going to fight it. She is ready to be with her Lord and Savoir." (misspelling are her's, not mine) The thing that is upsetting me the most is that most of this information is untrue. Not fighting cancer and not taking treatment are two very different things. I believe my grandmother will fight this cancer as best she can and have a positive attitude until the end. The one thing I can say about my grandmother is she is the most positive person I know. She had a stroke 20 years ago that left the left side of her body limp. She can speak but is comes out of her mouth as gibberish that only my dad can understand. But neither of those things keep her from talking to you about all kinds of things, or going to lunch and, as much as my dad hates, it going shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the comment by my cousin about being ready to be with her lord and savior…. When I asked my dad if my grandmother was ready to die he said, " Sug, I wouldn't put it that way." Which to me means my grandmother is happy to spend time with her friends and family while she is still alive. I told my dad that I felt like we had so much more time with my grandmother that might not have had after her stroke. My dad didn't say much to that but I know he knows it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my grandmother enjoys the rest of her life. I am excited to go and see her while she can still recognize us. I hope to go in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this post being a lesson to everyone. Cancer news does not belong on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2459700310337382513?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2459700310337382513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2459700310337382513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2459700310337382513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2459700310337382513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-facebook.html' title='stupid facebook'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8364224621644826051</id><published>2011-02-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:12:26.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow days</title><content type='html'>Oh man last week was a wild ride. It snowed in Austin, TX y'all! I wasn't lucky enough to have the day to myself. I had to work from home. Working from home was nice but terrible on my back. I really have no place to "work" at home. Meaning I really have no table top. Ok ok I have a dining room table I could have cleared off but I was lazy. Instead, I worked from my coffee table and then on Friday from my bed. Bad idea. I worked from my bed mainly because my house was an ice box. Friday my house was so cold. I realized later the thermostat was out of batteries. Weird, I know. By the time I figured it out it was too late in the day to heat up the house. Thank goodness for bed heaters. They are my new favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something another new favorite thing. I am obsessed with these new Prada Spring 2011 shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TVB8RpuH5tI/AAAAAAAABAY/2Du7vt0aIE0/s1600/Picture%2B2%2B16-48-52.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TVB8RpuH5tI/AAAAAAAABAY/2Du7vt0aIE0/s400/Picture%2B2%2B16-48-52.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571089381756233426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw them in a magazine, I could not stop looking at them. I bet I have nothing in my closet that I can wear with them. And I bet they would hurt to wear. But I am just in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working fast to get my 2011 Valentine's CD made. I usually only make 12-14 of them. But this year I bought 20 CDs since my list is already at 12. I want to check out a new paper store to see if they have any fun CD stickers I can use. Otherwise, it might be plain old CD with an insert. I really need to think the covers out more. I am a graphic designer for god sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8364224621644826051?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8364224621644826051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8364224621644826051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8364224621644826051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8364224621644826051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days.html' title='snow days'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TVB8RpuH5tI/AAAAAAAABAY/2Du7vt0aIE0/s72-c/Picture%2B2%2B16-48-52.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-9101413319977095828</id><published>2011-02-02T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:53:32.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working from home</title><content type='html'>Because I live in Texas and we are not prepared for cold weather I am working from home today. Let me explain, here in Austin, Texas today we are having rolling black outs. I went into the office this morning, and the power was out. Then it came back on, then out again. I was able to get a computer loner so that I can work from home. I am also lucky that I still have power at home. So I have set up my "home" office on the coffee table in front of the TV and heater. Frankly I might move into the bedroom later so I can get under the covers. Working from home is nice, except I have been "working" on getting the computer up and running like at the office since I got home about and hour ago. I think I finally got it working correctly so now I am set to work my buns off. I hope that it all runs smoothly. I wish I could figure out how to get a picture off my camera at home so I can show you guys how silly I look in sweats on the floor. Check out my view here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUmmYnJx0sI/AAAAAAAABAM/4qyXtqM5K3g/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUmmYnJx0sI/AAAAAAAABAM/4qyXtqM5K3g/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569165355977396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the news and it sounds like we might get snow. Yay! I know this is going to sound like a crazy thing to say, but I am glad I can work from home today and maybe tomorrow. I don't have cable so working instead of watching TV is nice. I think I might be working late night which could be a problem for me since I am not a night time gal and being at home... I might need to call someone to talk to so I can stay wake. Keep your fingers cross for power all night and a computer that works correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tweeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-9101413319977095828?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/9101413319977095828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=9101413319977095828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9101413319977095828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9101413319977095828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/02/working-from-home.html' title='working from home'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUmmYnJx0sI/AAAAAAAABAM/4qyXtqM5K3g/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6962749511022751580</id><published>2011-01-28T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:02:00.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its come to this.</title><content type='html'>Over the holidays, I asked a friend to cat sit Miss Lala. While she was watching my baby, Miss Lala became very aggressive and attacked the cat sitter. For several months Miss Lala has become very aggressive when someone enters the house. She hisses and growls and meows like crazy. A few times she has scratched or tried to scratch visitors. But never did she attack until the cat sitter came. I tried extra food, cat nip, putting her in a closed room but still she was a problem. It was very hard to imagine Miss Lala being so aggressive because I never saw just how bad she was. She is such a sweet heart to me. Seriously, she is a kitten, totally harmless to me. But after a talk with the cat sitter I realized I needed to do something. So I put her on anxiety medication. I put 5 drops on her food morning and night. So far I can't tell a difference in her behavior. I plan to invite over an understanding friend to test out if the drops are working. My baby is a brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUMgi0WsV0I/AAAAAAAABAE/xOaQ4O74_aE/s1600/lolly%2Bsheeets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUMgi0WsV0I/AAAAAAAABAE/xOaQ4O74_aE/s400/lolly%2Bsheeets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567329346901530434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair update: I got some new longer feathers put in my hair last night. They are so much fun! I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6962749511022751580?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6962749511022751580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6962749511022751580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6962749511022751580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6962749511022751580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-come-to-this.html' title='Its come to this.'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUMgi0WsV0I/AAAAAAAABAE/xOaQ4O74_aE/s72-c/lolly%2Bsheeets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6132387973174365075</id><published>2011-01-26T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:27:23.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just bird hair</title><content type='html'>I'm not interested in being "cool" anymore. Or doing the hottest new thing. I am, who I am. But as it turns out I am pretty cool for being me. And I stumble upon the coolest, hottest, newest thing by following my own beat. I work in a place that is hip, full of young people who know the hottest new thing. I feel that sometimes just working here makes me hip to the new thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUBLWYMmsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/b2U-BuzerFc/s1600/x2_3fe8a92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUBLWYMmsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/b2U-BuzerFc/s400/x2_3fe8a92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566531987254457106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I got some feathers in my hair. Like hair extensions, they clipped into my hair and added a bit of pop to my hair do. Everyone in the office asked about them. Commented on them. Wanted them too. Yesterday, a woman who I have worked with for years and who I think is very hip to the newest, coolest, thing had them. I felt so cool to have them too. But I never knew just how fast my hair grows until I got these feathers. After a months time, I had an inch of growth. I got my hair did last night and took them out before my hair appointment. Now I want more. I'm thinking purple and green ones this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think feathers in one's hair is silly, weird or stupid. But I don't care. I think it's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6132387973174365075?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6132387973174365075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6132387973174365075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6132387973174365075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6132387973174365075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-bird-hair.html' title='just bird hair'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TUBLWYMmsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/b2U-BuzerFc/s72-c/x2_3fe8a92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6643944026496644121</id><published>2011-01-21T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:36:09.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where have all the gentleman gone?</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated today. I have not heard from Holiday Man. Which is a huge disappointment. How did I misjudge the events of the evening? I thought Holiday Man was a gentleman. He did open my car door. But then again I thought he would call me and he didn't. I'm feeling like I can't trust my own feelings. Maybe he is unavailable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, OK Cupid is bringing out the weirdos. Today I got a message from one guy who has a picture of his penis as one of his pictures. I'm beginning to question if I even want to date. Where are all the gentleman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6643944026496644121?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6643944026496644121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6643944026496644121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6643944026496644121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6643944026496644121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-have-all-gentleman-gone.html' title='where have all the gentleman gone?'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-9024625999610085848</id><published>2011-01-19T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:44:36.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt</title><content type='html'>I'm in a funk. Maybe it's because I don't feel well. Or maybe it's because I'm not really into work today. Or maybe it's because my therapist planted a seed of doubt in my heart. But I feel like it might be because I haven't heard from Holiday Man after our meeting on Friday. I had a really great time (I thought he did too) and I had hoped to hear from him by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run to Target at lunch today. Of course the whole store is decked out in Valentine's gear. Just the thought of Valentine's day makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-9024625999610085848?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/9024625999610085848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=9024625999610085848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9024625999610085848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/9024625999610085848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/doubt.html' title='doubt'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6956702960870922861</id><published>2011-01-17T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:21:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 steppin' on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>If you follow me on the twitter then you already know that my Friday night meet up went well. Drinks led to dinner and dinner led to dancing. There was no goodnight kiss but a long hug in the rain. After some thought I am ok with the way it ended. He opened my car door every time and was complete gentleman. It had been years since I had been two steppin' so the lesson before was perfect. It let me "learn" again without feeling like a fool. I picked it up pretty quickly. We danced really well together. We did a few spins and dips which I love, love, love. All in all it was the perfect night. I sure hope he calls me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6956702960870922861?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6956702960870922861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6956702960870922861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6956702960870922861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6956702960870922861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-steppin-on-frida-night.html' title='2 steppin&apos; on a Friday night'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6477066442727103002</id><published>2011-01-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:20:12.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pilates log</title><content type='html'>I got my ass handed to me at Pilates class Thursday night. I was the only person to show for class so the instructor trained me on the Pilates machine. It's called a reformer because it reforms your body. After Thursday night I remember how much it can hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TTDL-07s8dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/wZES8Qz62w4/s1600/pilates-reformer-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TTDL-07s8dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/wZES8Qz62w4/s400/pilates-reformer-machine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562169820023943634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour of intense leg, ab, ass and arm exercises. At the end of the hour as I was cooling off she had me do so "easy" arm raises. I had to stand knees apart, bend a little, hips  and abs tucked in and lift my arms. My knees knocked together. I was so jelly legged I could barely walk to my car. When I got home I sat in a warm tub and stretched out my legs more so I would cramp. Today I am walking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great and I have lost 3 pounds. Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6477066442727103002?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6477066442727103002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6477066442727103002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6477066442727103002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6477066442727103002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilates-log.html' title='pilates log'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TTDL-07s8dI/AAAAAAAAA_0/wZES8Qz62w4/s72-c/pilates-reformer-machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-740915001260071367</id><published>2011-01-13T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:06:27.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet up friday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was minding my own business when I got a message on my FB. It was from a guy I went on 2 dates with 1 year ago, his name was  &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html"&gt;LLQC.&lt;/a&gt; It had been so long I thought it was 2 years ago we went out. The first date was great. We made a second date. It was also good-ish and ended in a good night kiss. And I heard from him again but only in text and then it just stopped. Until yesterday… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first his messages seemed like a quick catch up. But then it became clear he was sniffing around to see why I was so interesting in the first place. After re-reading the events from last year, I was reminded why it wasn't going to work out. He is a texter, I am not. I need phone conversation. While emailing with him, I started to think about another guy (Holiday Man) who I met over the holidays. I really want to hang out with Holiday Man so I emailed him. His response could not have been any better. I am meeting him Friday night. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night as I was going to sleep my phone went off. I had a message on OK Cupid. It was from LLQC, he just wanted to say hi… Again. Mmmmm….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-740915001260071367?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/740915001260071367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=740915001260071367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/740915001260071367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/740915001260071367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/date-friday.html' title='meet up friday'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5618694808553045423</id><published>2011-01-12T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:39:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates again</title><content type='html'>2nd Pilates class down. It was a little harder. A different teacher who I like as much as the first. This teacher was more into the position of the body which was super helpful for me. I did lose my steam half way through the leg lifts. Damn my hips hurt. But it was a good burn. I feel like this is going to be a great exercise for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also counting my calories again. What a pain in the butt. But I guess it will help me lose some weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5618694808553045423?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5618694808553045423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5618694808553045423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5618694808553045423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5618694808553045423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilates-again.html' title='Pilates again'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-390338780632103406</id><published>2011-01-10T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:55:15.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pilates class</title><content type='html'>I attended my first Pilates class on Saturday. I felt great. Until the next morning when it hurt to turn over in bed. Tuesday night is the next class. Here's hoping I don't hurt as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google pilates V for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite have my Pilates V the way I use to. But my tummy is really sore from trying so that's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-390338780632103406?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/390338780632103406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=390338780632103406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/390338780632103406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/390338780632103406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/pilates-class.html' title='pilates class'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-573277792316785050</id><published>2011-01-07T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:55:43.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the going ons</title><content type='html'>Yesterday despite the  allergy report I ran at lunch. I didn't worry about my time. I just did it. It felt good until I hit the 2nd mile. I started to sneeze and cough. I kept going. It wasn't my best run but I finished it strong. I ate a sensible lunch. Then for dinner I met some girlfriends at a &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattselrancho.com/"&gt;local mexican place&lt;/a&gt; for food, drinks and laughs. I ate sensible for eating too many chips. When I got home I entered my whole day into &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.loseit.com/"&gt;"Lose It".&lt;/a&gt; I was about 500 calories under for the day. I had a snack and some tea before bed and was still under for the day. I am pretty sure I under guessed on what I ate at dinner but what can I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought my Pilates Class Pass. Hopefully, I can go to my first class on Saturday morning. I might have to work. Or I could be dead tired from working tonight. I just don't know yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do this weekend. I need to clean the house. It is a wreck. Such a mess. And I just haven't had the energy after work with my allergy battle to clean. I did sort of clean up the bathroom the other night. But the floors. OH MY they are disgraceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-573277792316785050?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/573277792316785050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=573277792316785050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/573277792316785050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/573277792316785050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/going-ons.html' title='the going ons'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8109151289044897675</id><published>2011-01-06T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:11:55.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it out</title><content type='html'>Before the holidays I was really into my workouts. I was running everyday. I woke up (early for being on vacation) and headed straight to the trail. I ran 2 miles every day. My time was getting better with every run. I felt good and ate well. I might have lost weight but I wasn't really keeping track of it. The 24th, 25th and 26th I didn't do anything. I excepted to not do anything so it wasn't that big a deal. On the 27th I walked 2 miles with my dad. I wasn't feeling good, I had really bad allergies so I didn't beat myself up about it. I wasn't able to get on the trail again until the 31st. I ran a 12 minute mile. I was ok with it since I had not been on the trail in what felt like forever. I had new shoes and there was a detour too. But since then I have done NOTHING. The work week started and going to lunch instead of running the trail sounded like more fun. Today I plan to run my 2 miles. I have got to get back into the groove. I wish I didn't have to be at work until 10am because I think I would really get into running in the mornings. The only problem with that is, the trail is on the way to work. And I really don't want to shower at the office in the mornings. I am ok with showering at lunch but not in the mornings. I know I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my mojo back. I plan to take a pilates class on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I am really excited about it. I haven't done pilates in about 5-7years.(I honestly can't remember right now) I use to be really into it. Taking classes and one-on-one instruction when the money was flowing. I was the thinnest I had been in years. I looked great and felt better. I am hoping for the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to bring in my eating. I am always a little wary of diets. Diets tend to make me crazy and I start to slip into eating disorder behavior when I am on them. I did Weight Watchers years ago and loved it. But I had about 50 pounds to lose that time. I only need to lose about 20 pounds which I think I can do with more exercise and a balanced diet. I don't want to restrict any foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really cool thing is I got a new pair of trail shoes for Christmas. I also got a few pair of new pants, cropped and regular, some new head phones I needed but didn't ask for and new running socks. In other words, I have all the tools I need to get my ass in gear. If only I could get my head into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8109151289044897675?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8109151289044897675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8109151289044897675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8109151289044897675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8109151289044897675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-it-out.html' title='work it out'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5130541957555800129</id><published>2011-01-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:34:45.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushing the boundaries!</title><content type='html'>Today I am wearing some mustard yellow tights. I had bought them online on sale last year at the end of the winter season here in Texas. I never wore them mostly because when they arrived the color was off putting. They didn't "go" with anything in my closet. But this morning I decided to rip open the package and go for it. I paired it with a black jersey dress and my black cowboy boots for some funkiness. The result is not good. My legs look sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TSNL-i66flI/AAAAAAAAA_c/CDl5n6jGnm4/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TSNL-i66flI/AAAAAAAAA_c/CDl5n6jGnm4/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558369903003205202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't tell from this picture taken with my iphone. Think French's yellow mustard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TSNMESI4CNI/AAAAAAAAA_k/6s47wEJwx2Y/s1600/1001029_041500000312_A_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TSNMESI4CNI/AAAAAAAAA_k/6s47wEJwx2Y/s400/1001029_041500000312_A_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558370001577576658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5130541957555800129?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5130541957555800129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5130541957555800129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5130541957555800129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5130541957555800129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/pushing-boundaries.html' title='pushing the boundaries!'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TSNL-i66flI/AAAAAAAAA_c/CDl5n6jGnm4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-696382966897403564</id><published>2011-01-03T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:06:51.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>razzle dazzle 2011</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone! What a holiday I had. So much fun. Lots of family and friends. Lots of allergies. Lots of Goldie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year when I start to think about what I want for the year ahead. This year I achieved a lot of my goals. I was more healthy. I volunteered. I did some travel. I paid off my debt. I was supportive of friends and family. I think I have been a pretty good example for Goldie so far. I didn't lose any weight but I didn't gain any either so I feel really good about that. I think I was pretty positive in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011, I want to lose some weight, maybe drop a few sizes. But if I stay the same I will be happy. I want a relationship that last more that 6 months. I thought I had made this goal last year but I didn't. I was surprised to find this out. I would like to have a savings account again. I want more life/work balance. I want to take a pilates class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems like a pretty good list so far. We'll see how it goes. I might make more as the year goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-696382966897403564?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/696382966897403564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=696382966897403564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/696382966897403564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/696382966897403564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2011/01/razzle-dazzle-2011.html' title='razzle dazzle 2011'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3113025590245208067</id><published>2010-12-17T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:24:22.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, I guess you noticed I haven't been posting a lot lately. So sorry but I've been busy. Blah blah blah…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there will be lots more no posts from me until the end of the year. In fact, you don't even need to check. I won't be posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new year, I promise lots of fun posts about stuff. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3113025590245208067?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3113025590245208067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3113025590245208067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3113025590245208067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3113025590245208067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7752273554534640341</id><published>2010-12-05T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:45:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making my way across the internet</title><content type='html'>I’m up at the office on this Sunday. It’s not too bad. I’m waiting on work. So it gives me time to surf the internet. I like to go to blogs I like then look at their blog rolls for fun new stuff to look at. Today I found this little &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://fashionforestry.blogspot.com/ "&gt;gem.&lt;/a&gt; by way of this &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://calivintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt; but then I found &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://houseofharps.blogspot.com/ "&gt;this. &lt;/a&gt; I love the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the internet takes you on fun little journeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7752273554534640341?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7752273554534640341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7752273554534640341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7752273554534640341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7752273554534640341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-my-way-across-internet.html' title='making my way across the internet'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3832179839300513069</id><published>2010-12-02T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:29:40.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allergy forecast</title><content type='html'>Sorry I’ve been away. Work is kicking my ass for the next two weeks so if I’m not around I’m at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was fantastic. I had a “love hangover” as my mom put it for days after. Mostly because of little 10 month old Goldie girl. Goldie is learning so many new things. She can walk around the furniture. She is a super fast crawler when you go after her to prevent her from entering a room. She gives kisses to her baby doll. Says “mama”, “dada” and “ahhhh” when she wants more food. She wrinkles her noses and laughs at you laughing at her. I love her so much I can’t stand it. And I can’t stop telling everyone how much I love her and what she is up to. It is a little ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m super suffering from allergies today. Watering eye, sneezing like a crazy person, head pressure and major nose blowing. I would love to go home and drug myself up and return to the office tomorrow but we are short handed. And like I said before so fucking busy. Seriously, it’s like everyone suddenly realized that the end of the year is coming. So I am suffering through the day in hopes that I can make it to 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s hoping I make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had high hopes last night when watching the 10pm news to run today. If you follow me on the twitter you might have seen my twit about it. But I am too stuffy headed to run. Damn it! I also had high hopes to try an outfit inspired by fashion blogs this morning but that ended in an outfit fail. The shorts/tights look isn't going to work for me. I got a new shirt last week (the tags I removed this morning) that I'm not loving anymore too. Tomorrow morning I might try again with the shirt. The tags have been removed.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like a do over day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3832179839300513069?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3832179839300513069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3832179839300513069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3832179839300513069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3832179839300513069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/12/allergy-forecast.html' title='allergy forecast'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2630454810130252056</id><published>2010-11-19T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:05:48.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lips are sealed</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that have happened this week that I want to write about here but I can't. The reason? I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings on two specific topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead let's talk about you readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day while eating with some friends that there are many people who read this blog and do NOT comment. That needs to change. When no one comments I don't feel loved. (only kidding) Seriously, I don't feel like writing anything here if no one comments. So let's start commenting people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2630454810130252056?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2630454810130252056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2630454810130252056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2630454810130252056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2630454810130252056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-lips-are-sealed.html' title='my lips are sealed'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2658252028490394822</id><published>2010-11-12T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:11:21.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TN27HbR95fI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DhKCU2H5nbE/s1600/cinque-terre-italy-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TN27HbR95fI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DhKCU2H5nbE/s400/cinque-terre-italy-home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538788852992173554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I want to be a French supermodel. I want to buy Chanel shoes and hand bags that cost more that my first house. I want to be tall and thin. I want to drink champagne for breakfast and stay up way too late. When I grow up I want to have an apartment in Paris, New York, Barcelona and L.A. I want to drive fancy cars that go way too fast and a hang out with men who are way too fast. When I grow up I want to attend the ballet one night and a rock show the next. I want to vacation on Italian beaches. After all that, I want to marry a polo player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TN27L68iqQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8FwEohFYZsQ/s1600/nacho-lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TN27L68iqQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8FwEohFYZsQ/s400/nacho-lead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538788930211719426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all seems possible, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2658252028490394822?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2658252028490394822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2658252028490394822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2658252028490394822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2658252028490394822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when I grow up'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TN27HbR95fI/AAAAAAAAA_A/DhKCU2H5nbE/s72-c/cinque-terre-italy-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7773084000179549186</id><published>2010-11-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:45:10.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear millennials</title><content type='html'>A dear friend started up this website with a few friends. It is so funny. I had to share it with all my readers. Pass it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.dearmillennials.com/"&gt;Dear Millennials &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7773084000179549186?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7773084000179549186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7773084000179549186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7773084000179549186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7773084000179549186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-millennials.html' title='dear millennials'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7550915569128985070</id><published>2010-11-08T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:42:30.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bit my lip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNg2gXqoXoI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gRVB2-ZhW0U/s1600/lip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNg2gXqoXoI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gRVB2-ZhW0U/s400/lip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537235671588560514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I have been biting my lip. But not in the I stopped myself from saying mean things way. I have bit the shit out of the inside of my lower left side lip. It has become so bad that every time I eat I end up biting the spot again and again. There is a bloody swollen mark getting in the way every time I speak or eat. It has become I totally pain in the butt. So yesterday afternoon when I was having a snack and bit my lip on bites one and two. I spit is all out and headed to the CVS. I found some sort of product that puts a thin layer of protective film on the sore. SCORE! I got back in my car and smeared the stuff on the inside of my lip and drove home. By the time I got home my whole mouth and tongue were numb. I had no idea that the product I got also numbs the sore and since I was in a hurry I had gotten the stuff all over my mouth. AGGGGGHHHHH! After a few more attempts through out the evening I finally figured out that I have to first, dry the inside of my lip then, apply the film then, hold my lip out so it doesn’t stick to my lower teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7550915569128985070?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7550915569128985070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7550915569128985070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7550915569128985070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7550915569128985070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/bit-my-lip.html' title='bit my lip'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNg2gXqoXoI/AAAAAAAAA-4/gRVB2-ZhW0U/s72-c/lip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6016387946044107911</id><published>2010-11-03T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:44:26.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super proud</title><content type='html'>I am super proud of myself. I did something I have been needing to do for a while now. I refinanced my house and took a cash out on the value my house has increased since I bought it 6 years ago (seriously crazy in this market) and drum roll please..... paid off my credit cards. I have two more little bitty cards I am still paying off which are totally manageable. I can't believe in just a few short weeks, right before Christmas I will be debt free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNHjiukCGbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VA8SK03txhA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNHjiukCGbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VA8SK03txhA/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535455602769271218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan on putting anything on a credit card ever again. Barring any horrible events. I haven't put anything on a credit card in 2 years. So I am already in that mode. Yes, the past two years have been hard for the shopper in me. I have had to find ways to shop without spending any money. Hello thrift stores, resale shops and waiting for sales. But it is totally worth it. Plus, shopping has been more fun. I have really thought about what I want to wear. And what I need in my wardrobe. Instead of buying everything I love. My fashion has gotten more classic, which is something I have always wanted my fashion to be but never really got because I was always buying crap that was trendy at the moment. I still love fancy girl jeans. But now I buy them on sale or at resale shops (it works for me since I am short and can tailor them to my height). I still love pretty shoes. But now I wait to buy them when they go on sale and pine for them like a lover would until the sale starts. Speaking of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNHlOAi7CbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/XXhmxDI5ybk/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNHlOAi7CbI/AAAAAAAAA-w/XXhmxDI5ybk/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535457445842454962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving these little babies from &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.spottedmoth.com/&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Spotted Moth.&lt;/a&gt;  Genevieve Wedge. I pray to the gift fairies that these loves somehow find their way to my door step soon. Size 7.5 please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6016387946044107911?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6016387946044107911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6016387946044107911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6016387946044107911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6016387946044107911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-proud.html' title='super proud'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TNHjiukCGbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/VA8SK03txhA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7958310624696444836</id><published>2010-11-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:55:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news</title><content type='html'>Sad news. That was the title of the email I got after lunch today. The email said that a friend’s sister died. The news hit me so hard that I started bailing in my office. I had to find a safe place to cry alone so I went to a co-workers dark secret office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was asking about my friend’s sister and how she was doing. I knew she had a fever and an infection in her blood from Leukemia. I assumed she would kick this infections ass and get better. I knew that the doctors had done all they could do to fight the Leukemia. I knew that my friend’s sister was waiting to get better so she could enroll in a new study at MD Anderson in Houston. I knew it wasn’t the best circumstances but I thought she would kick it in the ass and be better. I was stocked when that didn’t happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cancer. I hate that we still don’t have a cure for it. I especially hate blood cancers. I see what blood cancers do to the human body every month when I get my labs taken and I have a B12 shot. I am so lucky that I don’t have to have Ferritin infusion this year. I hope that I can stay healthy next year. I want a cure for cancer but especially Leukemia in my life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7958310624696444836?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7958310624696444836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7958310624696444836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7958310624696444836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7958310624696444836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-news.html' title='sad news'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3734992081894288503</id><published>2010-10-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:34:50.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about a boy</title><content type='html'>I asked a boy out. I say boy because I believe him to be 8-10 years younger than me. YIKES. I asked him to lunch. This invitation wasn’t completely out of the blue. We had talked about lunching sometime soon. I got a quick response back from the boy. He said, “Yeah definitely. I'll have to keep you posted though. I'm pretty busy this week working on stuff for XXX.” Great response. I told him I understood the deadline and to let me know. And then radio silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it a point to not chase men. So I won’t be asking the boy again to lunch. Once was enough. But I am sad that nothing ever came of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3734992081894288503?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3734992081894288503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3734992081894288503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3734992081894288503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3734992081894288503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/about-boy.html' title='about a boy'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1083619619002541379</id><published>2010-10-26T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:38:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marfa in pictures</title><content type='html'>We made record time driving out to Marfa. Arrived and pitched our tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBgJ3FPFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/LUG0-v7sGm4/s1600/IMG_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBgJ3FPFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/LUG0-v7sGm4/s400/IMG_6222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392319162334290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got altitude sickness Saturday while in Marfa. Have you ever had it? Well it sucks. It’s like having the flu while hung over and I was in a tent in the desert. It was horrible. So I did a lot of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBSHftzTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tTkBRGPci30/s1600/IMG_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBSHftzTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tTkBRGPci30/s400/IMG_6232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392078009290034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved into our yurt and hung out and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBbWBf0eI/AAAAAAAAA-I/sMZQ4dIkr6w/s1600/IMG_6194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBbWBf0eI/AAAAAAAAA-I/sMZQ4dIkr6w/s400/IMG_6194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392236527899106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday morning and felt so much better so we drove to Marathon. We hung out had lunch drove around the town. Then we popped into the Gage Hotel. Miss Elizabeth Taylor stayed here while filming Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcB9Jiz1gI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NRppHoCJO8A/s1600/IMG_6238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcB9Jiz1gI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NRppHoCJO8A/s400/IMG_6238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392817293514242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we moved into our TeePee. Y'all it was amazing! So much fun. I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcD1-6pWGI/AAAAAAAAA-g/kFWrVLMT5vs/s1600/IMG_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcD1-6pWGI/AAAAAAAAA-g/kFWrVLMT5vs/s400/IMG_6203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532394893204871266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1083619619002541379?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1083619619002541379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1083619619002541379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1083619619002541379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1083619619002541379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/marfa-in-pictures.html' title='Marfa in pictures'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TMcBgJ3FPFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/LUG0-v7sGm4/s72-c/IMG_6222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2889143034748158796</id><published>2010-10-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:02:15.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heading west</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TLyZr2neLVI/AAAAAAAAA94/3UvpxyEtyec/s1600/IMG_5363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TLyZr2neLVI/AAAAAAAAA94/3UvpxyEtyec/s400/IMG_5363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529463421178621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is pretty clear that I have had nothing of value to write about lately. This coming Friday morning I head out to West Texas to the great town of Marfa. I am so excited about my trip I’m sure I’ll have lots to write about when I return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I asked a boy out. Maybe I’ll write about that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2889143034748158796?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2889143034748158796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2889143034748158796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2889143034748158796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2889143034748158796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/heading-west.html' title='heading west'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TLyZr2neLVI/AAAAAAAAA94/3UvpxyEtyec/s72-c/IMG_5363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3657769790249627529</id><published>2010-10-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:37:45.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early mornings</title><content type='html'>It is amazing what you can get done when you wake up early. I didn't work Friday so I started my weekend early, here what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I got up early went to the doctor for a flu shot. GET ONE!!!! Then home to hang out until I met Sister to head down to Austin City Limits music festival VIP. Sister and I saw some great music (4 or 5 bands), got drunk by mistake in VIP and ate really great food. Then we headed back home fairly early. I was totally ok with that. Saturday I got up early again and went with Sister, her man and Birdie to San Antonio to see a friend and her husband off for the Peace Corp. We stayed with mom and ate really great mom food, drank wine and played games into the night. Then Sunday up early again to drive back to Austin. On the way home, Birdie girl had a diaper explosion in the car. Laughter ensued, fun times with Sister and her man. Then instead of other day out at the festival (I turned down VIP tickets) I opted for a jog/walk around the lake with Maria Conchita. We gossiped and listened to music coming from the fest. We ended up doing 4.5 miles. Yea us!!! Then home again for laundry folding and quite time before the work week started. It was a super fun weekend even though I only did one day of ACL. I really can't believe how much you can get done when you wake up early. But it doesn't make me want to wake up early every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3657769790249627529?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3657769790249627529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3657769790249627529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3657769790249627529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3657769790249627529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/early-mornings.html' title='early mornings'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3559247523068895834</id><published>2010-10-07T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:40:50.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late breaking news</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from Sister. She has an extra VIP ticket to ACL Music Festival tomorrow. FUCK yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TK5MZAN11ZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/b_lUsxz2OvA/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TK5MZAN11ZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/b_lUsxz2OvA/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525437785268671890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a 40% if might fall through. Who cares? I was going to paint my bathroom tomorrow. Seeing music and drinking free beer sound so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3559247523068895834?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3559247523068895834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3559247523068895834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3559247523068895834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3559247523068895834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/late-breaking-news.html' title='late breaking news'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TK5MZAN11ZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/b_lUsxz2OvA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6367644974741739977</id><published>2010-10-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:31:12.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>I went to a super awesome wedding this weekend for my good friends N&amp;M. Check out the cute pics I just got from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKuKy-oWpSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ej3yYtYWUzQ/s1600/annieray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKuKy-oWpSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ej3yYtYWUzQ/s400/annieray1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524661976310392098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKuK2vkOYNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/CDeNMCopZho/s1600/annieray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKuK2vkOYNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/CDeNMCopZho/s400/annieray2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524662040986018002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lucky girl to have these two hot studs on my arm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6367644974741739977?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6367644974741739977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6367644974741739977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6367644974741739977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6367644974741739977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKuKy-oWpSI/AAAAAAAAA9g/ej3yYtYWUzQ/s72-c/annieray1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2421437021680092693</id><published>2010-10-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:33:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no tattoos</title><content type='html'>Editors note: If you have a tattoo, I'm sure yours is great. I don't mean to offend anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a stick in the mud but I really hate tattoos on ladies arms and legs. I am not against tattoos at all. In fact if they are done well I love them. But on a lady’s arm or leg, no thank you. And colored ones? Ewwwww. I think they take away from a lady’s natural beauty. Especially when a lady isn’t wearing sleeves on her dress or skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKZFTiWswDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/o1Q1PIwWxFw/s1600/133310__tattoo_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKZFTiWswDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/o1Q1PIwWxFw/s400/133310__tattoo_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523178194958336050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any tattoos. I wanted one briefly then decided it wasn't for me. Thank god. I would hate to have dancing bears around my belly button now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2421437021680092693?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2421437021680092693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2421437021680092693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2421437021680092693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2421437021680092693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-tattoos.html' title='no tattoos'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKZFTiWswDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/o1Q1PIwWxFw/s72-c/133310__tattoo_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4361547681962453810</id><published>2010-09-28T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:06:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn foot</title><content type='html'>Ouch foot! I ran yesterday and during my 2nd mile my foot started to ache. I slowed my roll a bit then finally had to walk it out. I am pretty sure something isn’t right. But did I wear flats to work today? NOPE. Thankfully I have a pair of Fast Flats in my purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKJKm7nChdI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/oHfRmmfI1co/s1600/IMG_6100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKJKm7nChdI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/oHfRmmfI1co/s400/IMG_6100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522058125806568914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are pretty great. I am girl who no matter how much my feet hurt in my shoes, WILL NOT go bare foot. Enter Fast Flats to the rescue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4361547681962453810?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4361547681962453810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4361547681962453810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4361547681962453810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4361547681962453810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/damn-foot.html' title='damn foot'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TKJKm7nChdI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/oHfRmmfI1co/s72-c/IMG_6100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3321087484218298285</id><published>2010-09-24T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:31:47.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funky chicken</title><content type='html'>This week two friends got engaged. A boy and a girl but not to each other. The boy was itching to marry. He was ready. He found “the one” and popped the question. She said yes. She has a little girl of her own so my friend with become an instant poppa. I’m sure more little ones will be on the way in short order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl started dating her guy about the time I started dating the Bandit. A mutual friend had commented to me that my friend was not sure at first. But I know that she is head over heels in love now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for them both but I get in a little bit of a funk every time a friend gets engaged. It might be a little bit of jealousy. The other part is a feeling of being left behind. I have so much to be thankful for in my life. I have a great family and lots of wonderful friends. I have a job I like that I am good at (my only wish is to get paid what I am worth). I have a lovely house that I own. And I car that is new and works hard to get me to and from where I need to be. The thing I am missing is a steady Eddie. Someone to share it all with. I am lonely from time to time. It is only natural when you spend so much time alone. Sure I do love some private time with my own thoughts to think and wonder and dream. But damn it gets lonely with no one to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over online dating. It isn’t working for me. I know it works for so many people. And many of my friends, but I seem to be mismatched with everyone. I don’t “get” them and they don’t “get” me. So I have disabled my online dating account for a while. I might go back to it. I might not. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3321087484218298285?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3321087484218298285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3321087484218298285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3321087484218298285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3321087484218298285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/funky-chicken.html' title='funky chicken'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5085449143690785798</id><published>2010-09-20T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:14:37.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was thinking about the Bandit. I wondered if he told me what I wanted to hear. If it was all an act. All just a game to him. Why did I think these things. FACEBOOK. The Bandit posted this comment on his own page. “The nobama socialist healthcare....” On our first date we talked about socialist. I asked what he knew about socialism. He said he didn’t know anything about socialism. I explained socialism as best I could, and that socialism is not a bad idea. That Obama’s healthcare plan is not socialism. After our discussion he said he understood what socialism was. He then took the picture he had of Obama with joker face makeup and the words socialist under it off his FB page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this weekend I read “The nobama socialist healthcare....” on his FB page. Without getting too political (because I don’t want to get into that area), I’m going to say he must be listening to a lot of FOX news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about how Obama’s health care plan is not socialism read &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/07/23/obamas-health-care-plan-is-not-socialism-stop-lying/&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is eating at me is, did the Bandit just tell me he understood to change the subject? Did he just take the picture down because I didn’t like it? I am totally ok with dating someone who has different beliefs as me. In fact, if the person is open minded then it can be engaging and fun conversation when you don’t believe the same things. (Unless it is religion. That can be tricky). I guess my point is, if he was lying or not telling the whole truth, it wasn’t necessary. And it makes me question everything else about our relationship. I understand that at the beginning of relationships we don't tell whole truths sometimes for fear that the other person might not like us. I get it. I guess I am question my relationship with the Bandit now because of the way things ended. Did he feel he couldn't talk to me about his job offer in the desert? Did he think it would just be easier to never speak to me again? I know he didn't think. Because if he had he would have known how badly his behavior would hurt me. Or maybe he did know it would hurt me and he did it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5085449143690785798?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5085449143690785798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5085449143690785798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5085449143690785798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5085449143690785798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonder.html' title='wonder'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2203652968193732259</id><published>2010-09-16T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:06:52.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall fashions</title><content type='html'>I googled Fall fashion to see what I need to take my summer wardrobe into Fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitted Jacket. OK. I think I can find one, if not in my closet, maybe a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Shirt. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Pantsuit. I have been wanting a black pantsuit for years. I want one the is tailored to my body. I would never wear it as a suit since my life doesn’t work that way. But I would wear the pants and the jacket could be my fitted one. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtleneck Sweater. Check. But this one also seems like a DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Coat. I already have a beautiful grey coat. And a cool green coat for causal affairs. I really don’t want to buy a new coat this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaid. NOPE. I won’t do it. I never wear stripes or plaid as a rule. They don’t look right on me. But I might try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall Boots. I wish I didn’t have such big calves but I do. Tall boots never fit me, cowboy boots will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearls. Check. I have lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheath Dress. Mmmmm... Ok I feel like lots of my dresses are Sheath like. I must do more research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large Leather Bag. Damn it! I just bought a canvas bag. I’ll just have to be cute with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something not on the list that I plan to do is, cut the sleeves off my fox fur coat to make a vest Rachel Zoe style. I was cleaning out my necklace and fur closet the other night. Please don't judge. I really don't have that many furs and they are all vintage and all given to me. The fox fur I have never worn because the sleeves are all messed up. I think it could be super fun and cute with the sleeves cut off. Here is a picture of some of my necklaces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJKiX8ewttI/AAAAAAAAA9I/fkP26zMCPtc/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJKiX8ewttI/AAAAAAAAA9I/fkP26zMCPtc/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517651025738118866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the pearls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2203652968193732259?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2203652968193732259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2203652968193732259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2203652968193732259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2203652968193732259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-fashions.html' title='fall fashions'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJKiX8ewttI/AAAAAAAAA9I/fkP26zMCPtc/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5408353285628117125</id><published>2010-09-16T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:45:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smarty pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJJc7lE4cGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XU9vCqWYF_4/s1600/birdietongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJJc7lE4cGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XU9vCqWYF_4/s400/birdietongue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517574672116904034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a little bit of cute for your Thursday afternoon. This photo was taken a few weeks ago of Miss Goldie by Sister. They were traveling to Houston to see family. It seems Goldie has gotten the curly tongue action down. She also learned how to clap, play poo a boo and crawl this same weekend. What a smarty pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5408353285628117125?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5408353285628117125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5408353285628117125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5408353285628117125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5408353285628117125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/smarty-pants.html' title='smarty pants'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TJJc7lE4cGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/XU9vCqWYF_4/s72-c/birdietongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3367208320649312340</id><published>2010-09-14T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:00:15.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>single</title><content type='html'>I told the therapist I wasn’t interested in seeing him again. He took it well and thanked me for giving him a chance. I suddenly felt like I was interviewing him for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone out there to still reads this... HPS is single. If you know anyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bad day for me. There is a person in my life that always seems to fuck shit up for me. Just the mention of this person’s name seems to start trouble. I thought I had gotten rid of this person or at least stepped far enough away from them to not get hurt any more. But they always come around to bite me in the ass. What is troubling for me is there is part of me who wants to help this person. They are such a tragic figure. I want to fix them but they can’t be fixed. I think it is all ok now. But the whole experience was very upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being vague on purpose, I’m sorry if it is hard to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lead on working the beer booth at ACL. Keep your fingers crossed that it works out. I think it could be lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3367208320649312340?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3367208320649312340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3367208320649312340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3367208320649312340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3367208320649312340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/single.html' title='single'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2743139006901210579</id><published>2010-09-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:26:17.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>The therapist and I had a 4th date. He invited me over to make dinner at his new place. I had a good time but there were a few things that happened that turned me OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) We made dinner together. While this isn’t a big deal, it felt too intimate. Especially, after on our 3rd date I told him I wasn’t feeling a spark. If he had made me dinner I might have felt differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I started to wash the dishes and he stopped me and told me how to wash them. I know how to wash dishes. If he had a problem with the way I was doing it he could have suggested I relax and sit down. Or he could have re washed the dishes after I left. The whole dishes thing PISSED ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) He kissed me good night and I felt NOTHING. In fact, I was a little grossed out by it. And the smell of him on my clothes totally grossed me out in the car. Smell is HUGE with me. The guy has to smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun let’s take a poll. If you are a woman you can participate. Let’s say you are seeing a guy’s house for the first time. He is showing you around the house. He shows you his bedroom. His bed is nicely made. On it between the cracks of the pillows you see a ratty old stuffed animal. What are your first thoughts? My first thought was OH MY GOD DON’T LOOK AT IT!!!!!! I turned my attention to his closet. And tried to not look at the bed. Because of this I couldn’t tell you what kind of animal it was. All I know is it was brown and furry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) The stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIqiCrD7y-I/AAAAAAAAA8w/lQxLtqM-MSo/s1600/14-callie-andrew-bed-stuffed-animal+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIqiCrD7y-I/AAAAAAAAA8w/lQxLtqM-MSo/s400/14-callie-andrew-bed-stuffed-animal+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515398860471258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above picture is from MTV Real World DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that all these reasons are VERY superficial. And by writing them down I am a bitch. But I am one sometimes so.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the guy as friend. I'm not feeling a spark and the above things are only making it worse. I have already told him I am not feeling it. I don't know what else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2743139006901210579?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2743139006901210579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2743139006901210579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2743139006901210579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2743139006901210579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIqiCrD7y-I/AAAAAAAAA8w/lQxLtqM-MSo/s72-c/14-callie-andrew-bed-stuffed-animal+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1780230369526744498</id><published>2010-09-09T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:39:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_o_rRqpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/RCvd3Rq0QMc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_o_rRqpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/RCvd3Rq0QMc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514938823467969170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_j_o08xI/AAAAAAAAA8g/98kndX3KLys/s1600/pr-bora-ow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_j_o08xI/AAAAAAAAA8g/98kndX3KLys/s400/pr-bora-ow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514938737558352658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming big this morning. I would love to go to Bora Bora. Who wants to give me $4000 for my trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_c-pdISI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CF8kaypk17E/s1600/borabora_lemeridien_waterbungalow_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_c-pdISI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CF8kaypk17E/s400/borabora_lemeridien_waterbungalow_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514938617033466146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1780230369526744498?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1780230369526744498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1780230369526744498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1780230369526744498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1780230369526744498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreaming-big.html' title='dreaming big'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIj_o_rRqpI/AAAAAAAAA8o/RCvd3Rq0QMc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2452662785263475355</id><published>2010-09-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:52:46.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter fingers</title><content type='html'>I have a case of the dropies. I have dropped every important thing I can the last few days. I have dropped my iphone at least 10 times. Thankfully it is ok. But my case has lost a few rhinestones.  :( Only I know the difference. I dropped my compact. Which isn’t a big deal but I broke the lock so now it pops open all the time making it impossible to carry in my handbag without powder everywhere. And finally I dropped my diamond ring down my steering column while driving to Houston this weekend to visit a friend. My heart sank as I realized going 80 miles an hour that the ring didn’t fall to the floor boards. I fretted the whole drive. I worried. I got to Houston and looked for it. Not there. Before leaving town my friend and I looked again. A nice man stopped and helped us. Nothing. I became convinced the ring dropped down into the space between the floor board and the gas peddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me stop here and explain the ring, what it is and what it looks like. For my (cough) 30th birthday I bought myself a diamond ring. I love oval shaped diamonds. I wanted a ring of oval shaped diamonds all the way around my finger. Up until just this moment I didn’t know how many diamonds were in the ring. 11 oval shaped diamonds set in silver (cheaper than platinum) around the middle finger of my right hand. Because at the time I bought the ring I was not rolling in the bucks, I got man made diamonds. Not cheap but, not break the bank, expensive either. Also NOT blood diamonds. So the when I say diamond ring you get the idea. It wasn’t terribly expensive but it was still a nice chunk of change. Each diamond is about a karat. I have worn this ring ever since I got it, almost every day. So if you know how old I am, you know I have had this ring a long time. It is beautiful and I get lots of complements on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say I was upset I lost the ring was an understatement. I was sick over it. I finally decided I needed to morn the ring and cried on the drive back home to Austin. I thought about taking my steering column apart. But decided that it might void my warranty and how the hell was I going to explain it to the dealership. I thought about sweet talking the dealership into finding the ring for me. But the minute I say “diamond ring” I thought the price would jack up. So I just decided it was gone. As sad as I was, I accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was cleaning up the house when there was a knock at my door. My neighbor had come by to discuss the kittens in my backyard (a whole other post). I mentioned my ring and she said let me see. It really is hard to understand how I dropped the ring down my steering column until you see the space. The two of us are looking for the ring. She said she could see something from the top. I dismissed it thinking it was a screw. Then my neighbor got on her back and looked under the steering column just like I had in the last few days. She reached up and pulled the ring out from where it was stuck. I nearly jumped out of my skin with glee! I ran around to her side of the car and tried to hug her. But she wouldn’t let me since she had just come home from a run. I thanked her over and over. I am so happy to have my ring back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIZxutwUAOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/obgYOhgf1JA/s1600/photo%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIZxutwUAOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/obgYOhgf1JA/s400/photo%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514219841131905250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring safe and sound on my right hand again. (I look like I have man hands)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2452662785263475355?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2452662785263475355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2452662785263475355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2452662785263475355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2452662785263475355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/butter-fingers.html' title='Butter fingers'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIZxutwUAOI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/obgYOhgf1JA/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-4506460455858945645</id><published>2010-09-03T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:24:22.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Barbary Lane</title><content type='html'>The original stories about the city of San Francisco, &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tales_of_the_City "&gt; Tales of the City&lt;/a&gt; by Armistead Maupin. I loved the miniseries when it aired on PBS in 1993. Then I bought the book. Still to this day it is a great story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIESxUbwKOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/V4o6O9Ulxng/s1600/abarbary8888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIESxUbwKOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/V4o6O9Ulxng/s400/abarbary8888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512708057386199266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never seen it go to hulu right this second and watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-4506460455858945645?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/4506460455858945645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=4506460455858945645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4506460455858945645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/4506460455858945645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/28-barbary-lane.html' title='28 Barbary Lane'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIESxUbwKOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/V4o6O9Ulxng/s72-c/abarbary8888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6208640527409830001</id><published>2010-09-02T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:24:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get out of my teepee</title><content type='html'>I’ve done it. I booked my girls only camping trip to Marfa, TX in October. I am beyond excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.elcosmico.com/ "&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; We will be staying the first night in our own tent.  The second night we are staying in a yurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIAVmGPx2iI/AAAAAAAAA74/jhXtPOGDrag/s1600/goyurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIAVmGPx2iI/AAAAAAAAA74/jhXtPOGDrag/s400/goyurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512429688157493794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third night we are staying in a teepee. A teepee! Y’all that is major! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIAVvdRiC0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/h2POmPwqtq4/s1600/teepee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIAVvdRiC0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/h2POmPwqtq4/s400/teepee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512429848957684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what the best part is? I am going with two really awesome women! We are planning on making tshirts that say "Get the fuck out of my teepee!" I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6208640527409830001?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6208640527409830001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6208640527409830001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6208640527409830001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6208640527409830001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/get-out-of-my-teepee.html' title='get out of my teepee'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TIAVmGPx2iI/AAAAAAAAA74/jhXtPOGDrag/s72-c/goyurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-7862132510139370510</id><published>2010-09-01T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:37:35.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peaches</title><content type='html'>I know I am a little late to the party, but have you seen &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED.com.&lt;/a&gt; I’m really into the funny ones today. Check out “Rives on 4 a.m.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I’m wearing a pair of jeans I haven’t worn since the beginning of the summer. It has been just TOO HOT to wear jeans in Austin, Texas. I have worn every dress, skirt and pair of shorts (within reason) to the office this summer. I have been super cold in the office lately so I decided it was time to break out the jeans. But that isn’t the news, the news is my jeans are so tight. I can’t bend over to put my shoes. I had to wear a fluffy high waisted top to cover my muffin top. I have to get out and move my body. It is not just my beloved True Religions telling me it’s time to get back to the trail. It is also my “peaches”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH59yJFjnPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/yWgKkQrRb-g/s1600/Peaches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH59yJFjnPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/yWgKkQrRb-g/s400/Peaches.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981294334221554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother called the little fatty part of our inter upper thigh your peaches. On hot summer days when the only thing that feels good to wear is a loose cotton sundress, your peaches can suffer. When your peaches rub together under a dress the hot sweaty skin can get little hickeys. For all those reading this who say, “that doesn’t happen to me”, congratulations. I wish I could say the same. My peaches have been rubbed raw this summer. And it is mostly due to the fact that I have been eating whatever I please and not hitting the pool or trail as hard as I should. So I will get after it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I decided I need to make my blog more interesting with more photos. So I goggled Peaches. Of course the fruit came up, but also &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peaches_(musician)"&gt;the musician.&lt;/a&gt;  What I find funny is that most of the shots of her show her “peaches”. Now I would post a picture of Peaches showing her peaches BUT this is a family blog so this one will have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH5-AZ0Iq1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/0FOaXTZ5pQw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH5-AZ0Iq1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/0FOaXTZ5pQw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511981539342723922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I just got talked into going to lunch at my favorite Greek place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-7862132510139370510?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/7862132510139370510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=7862132510139370510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7862132510139370510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/7862132510139370510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/09/peaches.html' title='peaches'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH59yJFjnPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/yWgKkQrRb-g/s72-c/Peaches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8537659482803437377</id><published>2010-08-31T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:59:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping trips</title><content type='html'>Last week I had a few days off during the week. And of course I did some shopping. I got some great metallic slippers. A faux leather clutch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1QpSWvrOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SpbMtTy51Fw/s1600/photo%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1QpSWvrOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SpbMtTy51Fw/s400/photo%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511650189203451106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.... A pair of brown &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.korkease.com/"&gt;Kork-ease&lt;/a&gt; I have had my eye on all summer. The Kork-ease were a little small. So I took them home and stretched them with the help of some rubbing alcohol.  Now they fit like a glove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1Q3ZQ7whI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LMA2-vC7hu0/s1600/40953_1563604413175_1327316229_1527393_4879367_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1Q3ZQ7whI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LMA2-vC7hu0/s400/40953_1563604413175_1327316229_1527393_4879367_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511650431576293906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is I bought the Kork-ease for $20. If you are ever in Austin, Texas check out &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.secondtimearoundatx.com/"&gt;Second Time Around&lt;/a&gt; for great consignment items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought this amazing &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.mzwallace.com/"&gt;MZ Wallace&lt;/a&gt; knock off by Steve Madden. $65 at TJ Maxx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1Q9pmr-aI/AAAAAAAAA7g/5g3Qv26gxyw/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1Q9pmr-aI/AAAAAAAAA7g/5g3Qv26gxyw/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511650539041716642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8537659482803437377?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8537659482803437377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8537659482803437377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8537659482803437377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8537659482803437377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/shopping-trips.html' title='shopping trips'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TH1QpSWvrOI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/SpbMtTy51Fw/s72-c/photo%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-983714277381657002</id><published>2010-08-30T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:46:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>curly hair</title><content type='html'>I have wavy/curly hair. I decided after the Bandit and I stopped seeing each other I should wear it curly more often. And I was/am lazy in the summer with pool/beach/lake hair. Here I am with curly waves for my office head shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwX3vs8oCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/d6QLXGtvwFY/s1600/Andrea2010_aug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwX3vs8oCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/d6QLXGtvwFY/s400/Andrea2010_aug2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511306290459877410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note I had NO idea I was getting my picture taken this day. My hair is VERY dirty. It's 3 days dirty. YIKES! (see I told you I was lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I ran out of shampoo so I stopped at the   &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.austinbeautystore.com/ "&gt;Beauty Store&lt;/a&gt; to pick up a new bottle of DevaCurl Low-Poo Cleanser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwSUE6hEXI/AAAAAAAAA64/ROgVHHwhIys/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwSUE6hEXI/AAAAAAAAA64/ROgVHHwhIys/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511300180120506738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fabulous hair dresser had sold me a bottle a few months ago. I don’t like that there is no lather but the smell is great. And my hair does curl up real nice after a washing. I can even go a few days without washing. I picked up a few other things while I was there. Bubble bath OPI nail polish (love love love) and some hair shine. On my way out the door I picked up some free samples as an after thought. Last night I washed my hair with a sample labeled “Alterna Curl Life”. First, I have to say I love it but for totally different reasons than the DevaCurl. The Alterna product keeps the ringlets in my hair intact while I wash. With the DevaCurl I come out of the shower with frizz, not unlike the photo above. Not the case with Alterna. I need just a little spray of  &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.johnfrieda.com/products/product_detail.asp?productLine=frizz_ease&amp;pid=60"&gt;John Frieda Frizz-ease Dream Curls&lt;/a&gt; and I'm done. With the DevaCurl I have to use much more and comb and brush out my curls to get ringlets and nice bouncy waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return my DevaCurl Low-Poo Cleasner and only use this Alterna product. BUT.... I have looked and looked and there is no product called “Alterna Curl Life”. I have called the Beauty Store to see if A) If I can return the DevaCurl. And B) if they carry the Alterna product I am looking for. It sounds like they MIGHT have it. Some Alterna products have been discontinued. Boo! Because the sample was labeled wrong it is hard to know if this product was discontinued without going in and checking it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwScR7wbAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PHqdnEmpLoE/s1600/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwScR7wbAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PHqdnEmpLoE/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511300321054321666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may or may not be the product I am looking for. I need to go in and sniff the product to know if it is indeed the right product. So are there any curly headed girls out there. What products to you use?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-983714277381657002?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/983714277381657002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=983714277381657002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/983714277381657002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/983714277381657002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/alterna-hair-products.html' title='curly hair'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THwX3vs8oCI/AAAAAAAAA7I/d6QLXGtvwFY/s72-c/Andrea2010_aug2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2498908086663179664</id><published>2010-08-24T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:31:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tacos and tequila</title><content type='html'>Third date = thumbs up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2498908086663179664?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2498908086663179664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2498908086663179664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2498908086663179664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2498908086663179664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/tacos-and-tequila.html' title='tacos and tequila'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-6215682454702246227</id><published>2010-08-24T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:54:10.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch "date"</title><content type='html'>Dirty Face is an old co worker, long time friend and now a neighbor of mine. Dirty Face recently moved into his gf house. She bought a house in my hood a few years ago. I like Dirty Face’s girl. She is real nice and makes Dirty Face very happy. Dirty Face and I go to lunch every once in a while. Today was one of those day. I called him, he swung by my office to pick me up and off we went for some lebanese food. When we got to the place I noticed the guy I went out with about a month ago. I never gave him a blog name but I will after I tell this story. This was the guy who ended coming home with me when I wasn't ready for that. After that next morning I never talked to him again. He didn't call or text or anything. I thought he must have felt the same I did. No interested but no hard feelings. There was no spark, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hello to the guy, who we will call Simon. I chatted just a little bit then turn my attention to Dirty Face because I did after all come with him. We talked about Dirty Face’s gf most of the time. We talked about work a little bit. I did mouth the words "I went on a date with that guy" to Dirty Face but that was all we "talked" about him. We quickly moved onto other subjects that were much more interesting. If Simon was listening in on our conversation he would have hear that he was NOT the subject of our lunch discussion. I noticed Simon got up and pay his bill. I said good bye. All nice nothing weird UNTIL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Simon walked out the door, I got a text from him (misspellings are his, not mine). It said, “I’m gonna leave now you guys can talk about how werid this just was”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... Wait, what? Dirty Face and I both thought that was a little vain. (which is why I am calling the guy, Simon. As in Carly Simon’s mash hit “You’re So Vain”.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to his text with this, “Dirty face is co worker and friend. Wasn’t weird for me. It was nice to see you.” then for added effect I typed “:)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty face and I got a nice laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears I have dated too much in this town. I am feeling altogether done with it. But I have a date tonight with the Therapist. Wish me luck I don’t run into anyone else this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-6215682454702246227?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/6215682454702246227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=6215682454702246227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6215682454702246227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/6215682454702246227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/lunch-date.html' title='lunch &quot;date&quot;'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-994150543007894136</id><published>2010-08-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:12:02.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gees old man, give me a break.</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while I like to run in my neighborhood. It’s nice to see what other people have done to their yards and houses. If I see trash in the street I’ll pick it up and put it in the trash can that my neighbors have left out. Last night I got home from work and decided to go for a fun in the hood. I went my normal path. I few neighbors were in their front yards. Most were just sitting. I saw a few neighbors walking their dogs. There is one stretch I run that is mostly down hill then I turn around and walk back up the hill. If I am feeling extra strong and powerful I run back up the hill. But yesterday it was 105 degrees so I walked up the hill. There was a older man sitting in a chair I his front yard about half way down the hill. I have seen him before. He is a nice older man. His yard looks amazing even in this heat. He must spend a lot of time on his yard. As I was coming up the hill he stopped me to ask me why I was walking. I said with a laugh, “Oh are you giving me a hard time.” He laughed and said, “yep”. Now I know this guy was just joking around but what is it about people who poke fun when you are working hard. I was huffin and puffing coming back up the hill and this guy was telling me I needed to run? I almost said, “hey you try it.” But I laughed and said “have a nice night.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBL ended up coming over late to spend the night since a rat had died in her apartment. It was my bed time so I was a sleepy girl. She left before I got up this morning. I can not wait until 1pm on Wednesday. That is when my weekend starts. I have scheduled a few fun things. Wednesday afternoon I am meeting a friend at the pool for swim, layout and cocktail time. Thursday, I tried to schedule some girl friend time but it didn’t work out for the girls with families. I have another feeler out to a friend who is free during the day. I hate having the day off when everyone else is working. No one to play with..... then Friday I'm off to SA with Sister to play all weekend in the Alamo city. We have thrifting and shopping planned and some pool time at the Alamo Heights pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THPvOzgsapI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GtYmTsbt0k0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THPvOzgsapI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GtYmTsbt0k0/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509009806828792466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-994150543007894136?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/994150543007894136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=994150543007894136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/994150543007894136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/994150543007894136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/gees-old-man-give-me-break.html' title='gees old man, give me a break.'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THPvOzgsapI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GtYmTsbt0k0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-2632417107249120554</id><published>2010-08-23T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:09:06.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird man-mine</title><content type='html'>After spending all weekend in the office when my alarm went off this morning I would have sworn it was Sunday. I got into the office wearing this little number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THLjXJppzgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Cck3fknI4VA/s1600/IMG_6089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THLjXJppzgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Cck3fknI4VA/s400/IMG_6089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508715281094659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to work out at lunch I went to lunch with a friend. At lunch I noticed Bandit’s BFF at the sushi place. I went over to say hello. Bandit’s BFF seemed happy to see me. He filled me in on what the Bandit is doing and where he is. He is headed to Afghanistan in a few weeks after training here in the states for a while. I guess if I can’t have it from the Bandit’s mouth than his BFF is the next best thing. I just thank my lucky stars I was looking cute when I ran into Bandit's BFF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-2632417107249120554?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/2632417107249120554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=2632417107249120554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2632417107249120554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/2632417107249120554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-man-mine.html' title='weird man-mine'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/THLjXJppzgI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Cck3fknI4VA/s72-c/IMG_6089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-5926329097489339635</id><published>2010-08-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:38:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it ain't easy being green</title><content type='html'>There is a new trend in fashion right now. Mixing patterns and prints. I think &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href=" http://www.theglamourai.com/ "&gt;Glamourai &lt;/a&gt;does it best. Well this morning I was running my usual 10 minutes late and then decided to straighten my hair so I was 30 minutes late. I hadn’t thought out my outfit choice for the day so I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and an un ironed green patterned top, my new green sandals and finally a few bright green rock bracelets and ran out the door. I stopped at the coffee shop and then to the office. As I was walking into the building I realized I had on 5 different shades of green if you included my handbag and coffee mug. You see, I have a thing about the color green. I am obsessed with it. I wear is so much that a friend in the office calls me Kermie. As in Kermit the frog. So I got the whole mixing of patterns and prints thing a little wrong and mixed colors. Whateves, I think I look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Summer Friday. Which means EVERYONE is out the office today. Usually this would be a great day to catch up on all the stuff piled on my desk. But I am in the middle of a HUGE presentation so I can’t get anything done. I step forward and two steps back all week. My 30 minute 10am meeting lasted an hour and we still didn’t finish so I’m back in a meeting at 1:30pm. So bascially I am in meeting most of the day.... Boo. Looks like a late night for me at the office. I am hoping I can take a few days next week to tend to my life before I leave town next Friday. It is weeks like these that make me wish for a maid, cook and personal stylist/groomer to take care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my crazy work schedule I had to reschedule my 3rd date with the Therapist. He was very understanding when I told him I couldn’t commit to a time on Saturday and asked for a reschedule. This is the one thing about my job that I HATE to explain. I have NO idea when I will be leaving the office on a Saturday. It could be 6pm or 6am Sunday. Really. No one ever gets it unless they are in advertising too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to work my buns off this weekend at the office. See y’all next week sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-5926329097489339635?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/5926329097489339635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=5926329097489339635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5926329097489339635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/5926329097489339635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-aint-easy-being-green.html' title='it ain&apos;t easy being green'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-3204860150866838873</id><published>2010-08-17T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:58:47.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd date with the therapist</title><content type='html'>I had a second date with a man who is a therapist. He is a nice man. Our first date was at a Thai place for lunch. It was a nice first meeting so when he asked for a second date at the end of the first I said, sure. There were a few things that were said on the date that left me feeling a bit off but I thought I should give it a second chance. I realize that the comments and how I felt about them had more to do with me than with the Therapist. The truth is, talking to him is nice, it’s just like therapy. But is that a good thing? He says things like,”oh HPS that sounds so frustrating.” or “no judgment here.” Those are nice things to say but I was commenting on how great the meal was and how I wanted to clean my plate because it was so good so the response, “no judgment here” sounded out of place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to date someone who will go slow with me right now. After the Bandit, I am having a hard time putting my whole self out there. I am guarded. I briefly mentioned my relationship with the Bandit and my reluctance to share with the Therapist. Or course he understood, he is after all a therapist. I hope he has a lot of patience with me. I am not physically attracted to the Therapist the way I was to the Bandit. The Bandit sort of ruined it for other guys since he was so HOT and physically yummy! At one point during my date with the Therapist I looked across the table and thought, “oh he is cute.” And like I said I had a really good time with him. I guess I will wait to see if he makes another appointment, I mean date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-3204860150866838873?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/3204860150866838873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=3204860150866838873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3204860150866838873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/3204860150866838873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-date-with-therapist.html' title='2nd date with the therapist'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1783894022816763039</id><published>2010-08-10T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:39:05.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed the name of this town</title><content type='html'>I changed the lock on my front door&lt;br /&gt;So you can't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can't come inside my house&lt;br /&gt;And you can't lie down on my couch&lt;br /&gt;I changed the lock on my front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the number on my phone&lt;br /&gt;So you can't call me up at home&lt;br /&gt;And you can't say those things to me&lt;br /&gt;That make me fall down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I changed the nunmber on my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I changed the kind of car I drive&lt;br /&gt;So you can't see me when I go by&lt;br /&gt;And you can't chase me up the street&lt;br /&gt;And you can't knock me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;I changed the kind of car I drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the kind of clothes I wear&lt;br /&gt;So you can't find me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You can't spot me in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And you can't call my name out loud&lt;br /&gt;I changed the kind of clothes I wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the tracks underneath the train&lt;br /&gt;So you can't find me ever again&lt;br /&gt;And you can't trace my path&lt;br /&gt;And you can't hear me laugh&lt;br /&gt;And honey I'm laughing all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of this town&lt;br /&gt;So you can't follow me down&lt;br /&gt;And you can't touch me like before&lt;br /&gt;And you can't make me want you more&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the lock on my front door&lt;br /&gt;I changed the number on my phone&lt;br /&gt;I changed the kind of car I drive&lt;br /&gt;I changed the kind of clothes I wear&lt;br /&gt;I changed the tracks underneath the train&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of this town&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of this town&lt;br /&gt;I changed the name of this town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been running through my mind a lot the last few days. To me the lyrics tell a tale of a person broken by their lover. They vow to change everything about their life so they can’t be found by the one who broke their heart. That’s what the song means to me. Maybe Tom Petty has another meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song is running through my head because not only has the Bandit left town but Vee has also left the great state of Texas for California. Just like I had suspected when we broke up two years ago, Vee started seeing a woman in California. (I had even joked to him that I thought he had a GF in California when we were dating because he was always going out to California for the weekend.) Skip head a few years and now he is moving out to California to live with this woman. I guess I should wish him luck? I wish them both luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1783894022816763039?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1783894022816763039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1783894022816763039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1783894022816763039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1783894022816763039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-changed-name-of-this-town.html' title='I changed the name of this town'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-8691309415097503167</id><published>2010-08-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:12:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping for men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFwmEKwvNII/AAAAAAAAA6g/3I-p9nr-3aw/s1600/onlinedating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFwmEKwvNII/AAAAAAAAA6g/3I-p9nr-3aw/s400/onlinedating.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502314697790010498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s no secret that I love to shop. When my pocket book doesn’t allow me to shop I am happy to look around and window shop. I hardly ever try it on if I can’t afford it. It’s just too heart breaking for me. Lately I have been doing a lot of window shopping and trying on but not with clothes, with men. I have been actively dating. I have been online checking out different men. Would I be happy with a engineer nerd or a soccer freak. What about a man who plays disk golf or ultimate Frisbee. Are those the same thing? (I found out they are NOT.) I have gone on a few dates, ok more than a few. No one man has stuck. No one man has wowed me. Am I asking too much to be wowed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men I can rule out within the first few sentences on their profile. He’s into blah blah blah, I’m not into that. But other’s seem interesting. If they contact me back I would go on a date. Try them on so to speak. Nothing is fitting. Nothing is working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating is sort of like thrift shopping. Chances are you might not find exactly what you are looking for. It might be in the wrong color or the wrong size but you can make it work. Some times if you are lucky, you find exactly what you had hoped to find. The heavens open and everything is right with the world. Then you get the piece home and find a hole. Just like online dating, you find a guy who looks perfect until you meet and realize he has some holes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a hard time trusting men right now. I think this is part of the online dating thing I hate the most. Is what this guy is telling me the truth? Is he just exaggerating for effect or is he serious? How truthful is he being about his last relationship? I sometimes feel like I should stop with the dating and window shopping of men until I am more whole from what happened with the Bandit. His actions hurt me very deeply. And I just don’t feel like a person who can trust just yet. I know I’ll get there soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-8691309415097503167?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/8691309415097503167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=8691309415097503167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8691309415097503167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/8691309415097503167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/shopping-for-men.html' title='shopping for men'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFwmEKwvNII/AAAAAAAAA6g/3I-p9nr-3aw/s72-c/onlinedating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-1812504684967127723</id><published>2010-08-04T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:35:44.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnOpIV-2LI/AAAAAAAAA58/G-jOUM7jn_M/s1600/3668966_a5a090f6-c213-447a-ab2b-6fe1bd190a27-ian-harding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnOpIV-2LI/AAAAAAAAA58/G-jOUM7jn_M/s400/3668966_a5a090f6-c213-447a-ab2b-6fe1bd190a27-ian-harding3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655625819412658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest Obsession: Ian Harding from Pretty Little Liars. Yummy. There are a few problems with me thinking he is yummy. He is 26. Talk about robbing the cradle. He also sort of looks like someone I know. YIKES! Let’s just enjoy the eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnO0d54BlI/AAAAAAAAA6E/hmfYNZ6vyow/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnO0d54BlI/AAAAAAAAA6E/hmfYNZ6vyow/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655820585666130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second latest obsessions are these bags. I really want a vintage Dooney &amp; Bourke all black leather satchel. If I can’t have it because I can’t find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnO88VKPOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/X5CopVmDjgE/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnO88VKPOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/X5CopVmDjgE/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501655966192123106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll take a custom made LL Bean bag. I am basically obsessed with canvas bags of all kinds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnPEeu9w7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0JMbYIpRf58/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnPEeu9w7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0JMbYIpRf58/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501656095686247346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-1812504684967127723?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/1812504684967127723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=1812504684967127723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1812504684967127723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/1812504684967127723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-obsessions.html' title='more obsessions'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/TFnOpIV-2LI/AAAAAAAAA58/G-jOUM7jn_M/s72-c/3668966_a5a090f6-c213-447a-ab2b-6fe1bd190a27-ian-harding3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14733460.post-936029475580974236</id><published>2010-08-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:00:40.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions</title><content type='html'>Things I am currently obsessed with are mowing my grass, my new iphone case, 100 push ups in 30 days, beating HOT weather i.e. going to the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quitting time here at the office and I don't want to go home because it is going to be so fucking hot in my house. Today the temps reached 104. I know that everyone has been feeling the heat this summer but 104 is officially HOT. I have half a mind to go home, put on the A/C and head to the pool for an evening dip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing the 100 push ups in 30 days challenge. I can drop and give you 30 if you ask (disclaimer: girl push ups) I couldn't even do one when I began and now I can do 30 whoop whoop!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new iphone case while in Lockhart on Friday. It has sparkles and diamonds on it. Yes, they are REAL diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mowing the grass but I have decided to keep my grass looking somewhat decent this summer. And the girl next door has been out of town all summer to the chore has fallen on me to do. It's a workout! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for new obsessions. What are yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14733460-936029475580974236?l=hotpinksox1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/feeds/936029475580974236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14733460&amp;postID=936029475580974236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/936029475580974236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14733460/posts/default/936029475580974236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotpinksox1.blogspot.com/2010/08/obsessions.html' title='obsessions'/><author><name>hotpinksox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00454960991162470764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE58ssjCPWw/SvCxrZAqwiI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fR05NBJ5zvA/S220/IMG_5426.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
