<?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-12562651</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:17.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline's Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-7783528093613035244</id><published>2007-06-20T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:27:51.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Dead</title><content type='html'>I've just been busy, and have been lazy about my posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure really where to begin since it's been a long time! Things are going well though. We are entering into our slow season here at work and I'm still working on getting certified so that I can reward myself by buying myself an apartment. The Match.com thing is going well, I went out with 4 people, all of whom were very nice, but nothing ever came out of it. I have been emailing with another guy the past few weeks and I think that we are going to try and get together this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to a wedding with PBF last weekend in northern Michigan. I had never been up there before so it was very nice, even though the drive was SEVEN hours. You can really learn a lot about each other during a seven hour car ride that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also made a decision to start finding more interesting things to talk about, and also more interesting things to do. I feel like I talk so much about boys, celebrity news, work, and my sister's wedding planning that I'm starting to loose my intellingence. I've also decided that I want to learn more about wine and how to cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've decided that this idea of having "rules" in the dating world should be vetoed. Well, except for the courtsey rules. You should always be polite and considerate. However, I've realized that people appreciate and respect you more if you are honest about the way that you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and I'm offfically telling every one of you out there (if you are still out there) to check out this new male pop artist that PBF played in his car this past weekend. His name is Mika, and he may be my new boyfriend. I think that he's British too which is even better. I think that I'm also officially obbessed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all I've got for now. I hope that everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-7783528093613035244?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/7783528093613035244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=7783528093613035244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/7783528093613035244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/7783528093613035244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not Dead'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-6869007840939269889</id><published>2007-05-08T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:31:37.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Springtime Update</title><content type='html'>I'm really starting to get lazy about posting, and I'm sorry. I've been busy helping my sister with wedding stuff, I'm tired from work, been studying for this certification test, and just spending mmore time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured that I'd update you on things since it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the weather here has been great! Hopefully it will stay that way until September. In work news, we haven't gotten our commission checks because the finance people in the UK didn't process them on time. So we are either going to get them at the end of this month or not until June 15th. Which does NOT make me happy. If I had known that was going to happen I wouldn't have gone a bit of a shopping spree 2 weeks ago. Oh well, I really needed those red peep toe pumps. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update you on boys, things are going well in that department. I had my date with that one guy from Match.com and he was really nice and cute. We are going to get together again soon, maybe this week. I also spent some time with PBF this past weekend. We went to this restaurant near where he lives that I really like for brunch, and walked around his neighborhood. Nothing has changed with his feelings about wanting a serious relationship, which both stinks and is okay. He also asked me to go with him to a wedding next month in Michigan. I've only been up there once, but it sounds fun so I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I can do is see what happens. It's hard when you have feelings for someone though and you wish that you could just turn them off like a light switch. I don't want to be an annoying girl and analyize the whole thing and cry over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all I've got for today. I'll update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-6869007840939269889?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/6869007840939269889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=6869007840939269889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6869007840939269889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6869007840939269889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-springtime-update.html' title='Your Springtime Update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-8019769336189093353</id><published>2007-04-23T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:01:02.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm not dead, just been busy and haven't had a chance to post. Or I haven't had anything to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spring has somewhat arrived here officially!!! It was gorgeous here over the weekend, and yay to it not getting really cold anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I can just update you, etc., on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realize that planning a wedding is extremely stressful for all parties involved so when I reach that point in my life I think that I'm just going to hire someone to do it all and to keep my parents from having a nervous breakdown.  My sister is also a total bridezilla. I really can't wait for the actual day though, it's going to be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been quite interesting lately. For some reason people can't understand me on the phone and keep changing, misspelling, or just screwing up my name. Today some guy sent me an email back and addressed me as Karen. Other than that it's going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In boy news, I've decided to sign up for Match.com. I tried Craigs List and went out with this guy this past Thursday and I think that he lied about his height. I'm pretty short, but I had heels on and felt like I was towering over him. Not to mention that there just wasn't a connection. I felt bad because he was really nice, but I just wasn't into him. I've gotten some emails from Match, some from guys who sound very nice, and then there's the men who are over 40. Like um, no. I'm going to be 27 this year, I'm not interested in dating someone over 40 who's divorced. Sorry if that sounds rude, but I'd never date someone more than 10 years older than me.  I have a date with this one guy though on Wednesday who is really cute so hopefully that will go well. I know that some people think that Match.com is just filled with weirdos, but seriously, they're wrong! Most of the people on there are regular professionals who don't just want to have the bar be the only way that they meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other boy news I got together with PBF,  and it was really really nice. We walked to the park near where he lives and just sat and talked. It was kind of romantic, and just nice. Totally innocent too, we just kissed!! He told me that he would call me in a few days and asked if maybe we could do something this weekend. It made me totally giddy and happy, and I'm so happy that things went well. We both were a lot more relaxed, and happier. I think the timing before was just bad, and that I'm just going to see what happens, maybe it will evolve into something. I do have feelings for him, but I'm still going to go out with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, so no more Sanjaya!! Crazy. I can't believe how long he stayed on. I haven't decided who my favorite is though. I also haven't watched The Office in ages because I've gone out every Thursday night for the past few weeks. I really can't wait for pay day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. I'm tired and I'm ready to go home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-8019769336189093353?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/8019769336189093353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=8019769336189093353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/8019769336189093353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/8019769336189093353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-3901989643702116009</id><published>2007-04-06T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:47:58.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Easter Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmfIh-6bgq0/RhZc5y1PnTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1_OwbRAR7Rg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050326180109983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmfIh-6bgq0/RhZc5y1PnTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1_OwbRAR7Rg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmfIh-6bgq0/RhZcyi1PnSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YEJWYpQYNvY/s1600-h/happy-easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050326055555931426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmfIh-6bgq0/RhZcyi1PnSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YEJWYpQYNvY/s320/happy-easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I'm really bored at work right now, and that I probably won't get to the computer again this weekend so I thought that I'd wish you all a Happy Easter. This is also again a time to be reflective and be thankful for all of the things in our lives that make us lucky! It's also another excuse for me to say something corny! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-3901989643702116009?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/3901989643702116009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=3901989643702116009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/3901989643702116009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/3901989643702116009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/04/early-easter-post.html' title='Early Easter Post'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmfIh-6bgq0/RhZc5y1PnTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1_OwbRAR7Rg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-6852751965882651235</id><published>2007-04-04T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:02:24.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope--from Yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some stuff that's up in the air at work likely demands your attention now -- though leaving something up in the air in your love life may be the result. It could be a good thing, though, to give it some time to develop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, are the stars trying to tell me something? Work has been demanding lately, we just started a new quarter and last week was nuts. I also have to generate more server leads, campaign for a new rep, a conference/seminar thing in Seattle, be certified in our software by June, oh and go through a database of like 600 unread leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, work needs my attention right now, but apparently the stars think that I should give something some time. So therefore, I'm not  calling him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-6852751965882651235?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/6852751965882651235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=6852751965882651235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6852751965882651235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6852751965882651235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/04/horoscope-from-yahoo.html' title='Horoscope--from Yahoo'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-5397799940297681331</id><published>2007-04-03T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:38:03.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>I read my horoscope every day because I'm a dork and I always find it interesting. Maybe the 6 today has to do with the weather today since a thunderstorm is starting. I also think that this somehow goes along with my post from yesterday. I like surprises, good ones that is. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22). Today is a 6. The situation is not all wrapped up. The only thing that's certain is that there will be surprises. Watch what's going on around you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-5397799940297681331?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/5397799940297681331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=5397799940297681331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/5397799940297681331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/5397799940297681331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/04/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-4806993841420880951</id><published>2007-04-02T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:28:34.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging up the Past</title><content type='html'>I've always been someone who says the past is the past, always look foward, never look back. I don't ever like to dwell on the past or hold grudges, and don't like it when other people do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, myself, like many others are gulity of thinking about the past. For me it usually happens when I see things that remind of me of someone or something. Then I think about what could have been, why, or if maybe things would change in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been reminded of my last PBF. I feel like such an annoying girl for still even thinking about him, and hate that I do. But I've been seeing so many things that remind me of him, or things that we did together (how lame do I sound right now?!!!) and it's driving me crazy. When Steven and I broke up that happened too, but it was easier to move on because he's not in the same city as me. Sometimes I think that's it. Is it easier to get over someone when they're not living in the same city as you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder if I should give him a call, but we all know what those phone calls are like. Awkward at first , then you break the ice as your voice gets all nervous, and then start rambling on about how "busy" you've been. I don't really enjoy playing catch up on the phone with people that I've dated, only with old friends. I mean you aren't with that person for a reason and do you &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;give a crap about what's going on in their life right now?? I think that you do if dated them for a long time, but if it was only a few months, how high is the level of interest in what's going on in their life? Also, is this some sort of weird double standard too?? In the sense do you think that guys ever think about these things?? I'm going to go with no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is wrong with me and how do I just stop acting like a neurotic girl?? Or finding things that are wrong with me that could've led to him just wanting to be "friends." What is that about too?? I think that guys just say that so they feel less guility, I really don't think that they ever have any intention of calling or seeing you again. I know that sounds bitter, but it's what I think is true. I even wonder that if I had not emailed Steven again if I would've ever heard from him again. One of my friends hates being the first person to contact someone, and I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, is it wrong to just give someone a call that you haven't spoken to in a few weeks?? Do you still have to continue to follow the "rules" if you are now just friends?? I don't get it. Maybe someone out there can shed some light on this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no clue if this post made any sense, but I had to get it off my chest. I hope that everyone had a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-4806993841420880951?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/4806993841420880951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=4806993841420880951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/4806993841420880951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/4806993841420880951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/04/digging-up-past.html' title='Digging up the Past'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-1991022430204344589</id><published>2007-03-27T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:49:05.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Yet again it's been a while since I last posted. Honestly there hasn't been much to post about, or I just didn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spring has made an early appearance here which has been wonderful. I've enjoyed walking along the lake front and it's times like that when I really appreciate the beauty of this city.  However tommorrow its going to be like 48 degrees ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a new office at work and there seems to be some sort of mysterious smell that comes up from the heat. I think that there may be a dead animal, ew. This is also an older building that's actually on a Chicago architectual tour which is pretty cool, but seriously the smell is awful. Oh and today they finally turned on the AC because its been like sauna in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been doing my best to keep up with my tv shows. 24, The Hill's and American Idol that is. I missed The Office last week, and Grey's but luckily Lauren Tivo'ed Grey's so I got to watch that. I really hope that Sanjayah gets voted off this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went through the trouble of attempting to add more songs onto my iPod but ended up loosing all of my songs because my mom has her library on the computer and the one that I had mine on crashed so I spent most of Friday night re-doing my iPod. They sure don't make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has also started to become Bridezilla. Oh, yeah, by the way she got engaged a few weeks ago, not sure if I mentioned that last time. I couldn't be happier for her. This is the older one too,  not my sister in Singapore. I know that it gets confusing. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's really all that I have. Tonight I'm having dinner with some old friends so maybe tommorrow I'll have something to blog about. Until then I hope you are all well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-1991022430204344589?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/1991022430204344589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=1991022430204344589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/1991022430204344589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/1991022430204344589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-1194005012186977031</id><published>2007-03-12T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:01:12.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes Around, Comes Around</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to realize that this is true, along with the whole passing good karma around, and how it's bad karma to wish bad things upon people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know like most people I've been guilty of doing it, but have decided recently to stop. I do find that it just causes negative things to happen, which is the last thing that I want to happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example of this is Steven. It's quite interesting how ever since we broke up all of these bad things have happened to him. I never wished anything bad to happen to him either. I always would just hope that he was okay, and I'll admit once in a while I'd say a prayer for him. So far he's had to have surgery on his shoulder, have a bone cuff (or spur, can't remember and I'm obviously not a doctor so excuse me for not knowing what I'm talking about here) then his bedroom floods at 3 am when they had those tornadoes there, and his brand new bed got ruined. Then lastly, to top it all off, he gets into a car accident today (which thankfully wasn't his fault) and because both of his air bags deployed his car is pretty much totalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you wish something bad upon someone else stop and think for a second about what you are doing. Steven wasn't always the perfect boyfriend, but he is a good person and doesn't deserve to have things like this happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard because we live in a world where people can be pretty inconsiderate, mean, and selfish. Not to mention take things for granted. I always do my best to be a better person every day, and treat others with respect and kindess.  Even if they  irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to get this off of my chest. I hope that everyone had a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-1194005012186977031?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/1194005012186977031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=1194005012186977031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/1194005012186977031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/1194005012186977031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What Goes Around, Comes Around'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-2156262261344305210</id><published>2007-03-08T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:57:38.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of Being Considerate</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the delay in response to your questions about whether or not he called back. Well, he did Tuesday night, but we didn't end up talking until last night because we kept missing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's currently that time of the month for him, (I'm convinced that guys have their own version of this) and he's too busy with work and dealing with family issues to be in a serious relationship and that's where he felt we were headed. However, he did say that he really doesn't want me to hate his guts, and that he really doesn't want to loose me as a friend, oh and that maybe we can do something next week. Yeah, how about I'm busy next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed because I really like him, and thought that this had a chance of going somewhere. But I really don't want to be with someone who can't make time for me, or can't balance a job and a relationship. The thing that doesn't make sense is that I don't want a serious relationship right now because I want to be selfish right now and have time to myself to do the things that I want to do. Like spending time with my family and friends, and working hard. When I was with Steven I spent so much of my time with him and never took any for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in a real relationship when its the right time, and maybe when I'm not living with my parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him all of this last night, and also that maybe when things calm down for the both of us that they can change between us. But for now just being friends is better. Even if it does hurt a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that my friends is part two. Stay tuned for part 3. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-2156262261344305210?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/2156262261344305210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=2156262261344305210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/2156262261344305210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/2156262261344305210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/03/part-2-of-being-considerate.html' title='Part 2 of Being Considerate'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-2016398267838744437</id><published>2007-03-05T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:57:36.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Considerate</title><content type='html'>So, apparently whoever wrote the rules of life for guys told decided to make the chapter about consideration really short. Or they just decided to skip that part all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I sound like a totally crazy girl right now, but I do have a reason for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've mentioned that I have been dating someone for the past few months. So, this past week was quite busy and we didn't speak on the phone until Friday. Tuesday there was that huge crash in the markets, and he works in finance so it basically made his job and week a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we make plans to go out Sunday (yesterday, duh) because we both had already made plans with our friends for Saturday night. Okay, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I should note here is that he sleeps until about 1 pm EVERY WEEKEND. This  is something that I find annoying. I know that it's not something that I can control b/c hey, some people sleep late. Me, no, I'm up by 9 the latest on the weekends. Unless I was out until 4 am the night before. Which is an extremely rare thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so by 2:45 I had not heard from him so I called him and his cellphone (which is his only phone.) goes right to voicemail. I leave a message sounding happy, telling him to call me back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hear back from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have no clue what to do. Look, I understand about having a rough week at work, and you just want to curl up in a ball and not talk to anyone. We've all been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is how it's okay to make plans with someone and not call them about it. I mean if you don't want to do something then let me know. Picking up the phone isn't a difficult thing to do. Unless you don't have hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt and annoyed and have no clue what to do. I mean for all I know something could've happened, who knows. Or he  could just be a total a-hole and I should just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate boys and I hate dating. Maybe I should just become a nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-2016398267838744437?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/2016398267838744437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=2016398267838744437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/2016398267838744437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/2016398267838744437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-considerate.html' title='Being Considerate'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-3755581134205940893</id><published>2007-02-28T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:40:54.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. Goodness.</title><content type='html'>It's only 10:30 and this is what I've had to deal with so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The bus not stopping for me as I'm running across the street waving my hands in the air for it to stop like a total crazy person. Then I finally get on another bus only for it to be re-routed because of a bunch of fire trucks blocking this one street. Funny how they were in front of the Channel 7 news building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This guy keeping me on the phone forever complaing about how all he wanted was pricing and a demo version of our software and how it shouldn't take 2 weeks for someone to get back to him about pricing. I have no clue who he was dealing with in the past, and Monday was the first time I contacted this guy. He also just kept telling me that me and my boss couldn't answer any of his questions because they were really technical. Whatever. Go call support then. I feel very bad for the outside sales rep that I have to hand him over to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I call another guy with some really long name that I wasn't even going to try and pronounce for him to tell me that he purchased software in March 2006 and forgot to register the product so he's been unable to use it. Um, why would you wait like a year to do something about this??? I don't get that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's like 82 degrees in this office. It's ALWAYS boiling hot in this office, but for the last 2 days it's been cold so I was getting excited that it would stay that way.  I guess not. I feel like I'm in Miami right now and the 30 degree weather outside actually sounds quite wonderful right now. I really HATE HATE a very hot room. I know that hate is a strong word but seriously, who the hell can function in a room this hot?? So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have so far for today. It's 10:38 now and the day better start getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-3755581134205940893?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/3755581134205940893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=3755581134205940893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/3755581134205940893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/3755581134205940893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh. My. Goodness.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-7683897070832876294</id><published>2007-02-22T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:38:42.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>If you've been dating someone for almost 3 months, they've met your family and some of your friends, you talk on the phone every other day, and see each other every weekend, do you ask them if they're seeing other people or just assume that they're not??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-7683897070832876294?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/7683897070832876294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=7683897070832876294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/7683897070832876294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/7683897070832876294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/02/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-6830948630457365683</id><published>2007-02-12T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:19:48.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Well, I've recovered from my trip to the UK. It was a great week, the conference was fun yet a little boring at times. Plus the food at the Holiday Inn where they had was terrible. I'm not a picky eater at all, but this food was right up there with my college cafeteria food. It was totally gross. The weekend in London was great, we out to for dinner Saturday night in Notting Hill to this Italian restaurant which was very good. As it should have been for 37 pounds. Then me, my boss, and one of my colleagues went out for a bit and met up with one of my friends. We went to a club, which normally isn't really my thing, but this was really fun. Sunday we toured around a bit in different neighborhoods, and then caught the train to Maidenhead which is 30 minutes to an hour outside of London. That's where our company headquarters are, and where the Holiday Inn was. My room at the Holiday Inn was very nice, much nicer than London. I was also happy to have my own room b/c in London I shared it with my boss and my co-worker. I did pretty well with the jet lag, I slept on the plane both on the way there and on the way home for a few hours. However, while watching the The Office I was doing everything in my power to keep eyes open. I also have to say that waiting in line for 45 minutes with 3 bags in the American Airlines check in at Heathrow is not fun, and the walk to the gate was additional 30 minutes at least, and again, with 3 bags that is not fun. I would also like to say that the food on the plane was gross too, but hey, its plane food so you can't expect something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend wasn't very eventful, just went out to dinner Saturday night with my PBF, because I have no clue if he's seeing anyone else or not and I'm too scared to ask. The friend that I met up with on London was actually a friend of his, and when he was answering a question to another girl about who I was, he referred to me as "****'s girlfriend." Now, that's his friend saying that not him, so I don't know. We're doing someting on Wednesday for the lovely holiday that has been made cheesy by the greeting card industry. Nothing big though, we're saving that for the weekend when we  both don't have to wake up early for work the next day. Sorry that I haven't spoken much about this, but I'm just taking it day by day and I'm also inept to dating now since I was out of it for a year-and-a-half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm disappointed that the Bears lost the Super Bowl,  but hey, life will go on. I also spoke to Steven via email 2 weeks ago, he told me that he had surgery on his shoulder because he tore a bunch of ligaments when he fell down some stairs. He told me that it makes him so happy that I'm doing well, and that he misses me every day. I had emailed him about some CD's that I have of his that I don't want, and I didn't have his address. It also just happened to be the day before his 30th birthday. I have to say that it was good to speak to him, and I know that I was pretty upset about breaking up, but now things in my life are starting to fall into place, and I'm happy. Everything really does happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its time for my team meeting conference call. I hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-6830948630457365683?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/6830948630457365683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=6830948630457365683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6830948630457365683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/6830948630457365683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-117043106553114557</id><published>2007-02-02T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:44:25.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UK or Bust, and BEARS BEARS BEARS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/202863/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/546506/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/594537/Chicago%20Bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/309355/Chicago%2520Bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tonight for my work trip to the UK. I'll be spending the weekend in London and then heading to the company headquarters which is 30 miles outside of London. It should be quite an interesting trip. I'll be back Thursday hopefully with some good stories that only I'll find funny because I was there. But whatever I'm going to share them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one request though. That everyone who gives a crap about the SuperBowl to root hard for the Bears that they take it all the way!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-117043106553114557?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/117043106553114557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=117043106553114557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/117043106553114557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/117043106553114557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/02/uk-or-bust-and-bears-bears-bears.html' title='UK or Bust, and BEARS BEARS BEARS!!!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-117025978328617931</id><published>2007-01-31T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:09:43.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts for Today</title><content type='html'>1. I asked a woman from this one company yesterday about how they're currently handeling translation matters, and she told me that they have a translator who speaks the language of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I couldn't believe that girl from North Carolina on American Idol last night who's dad was paralyized because he caught his wife in bed with another woman so he shot her, and then accidently shot himself, so that's how he became paralyized. So she lives with him and her grandmother and takes care of him. If that's not a good enough reason to leave a situation like that for Hollywood than I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apparently prostitutes hang out near the hotel where we'll be staying in London for this trip. This is going to be quite an interesting trip. At least we'll be staying at a Holiday Inn in Maidenhead thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't care what region of the United States you live in, or how cold it is there because chances are it's not nearly as cold as it is here. Today it is seven degrees. Yes, thats right SEVEN. This weekend it's supposed to get down to sub-zero temperatures so I'm glad that I won't be here to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I have for today folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-117025978328617931?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/117025978328617931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=117025978328617931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/117025978328617931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/117025978328617931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-facts-for-today.html' title='Random Facts for Today'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116975935464371558</id><published>2007-01-25T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:09:14.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love my Job</title><content type='html'>1. So, every morning at 8:44 am exactly, the church bells nearby start playing "Go Tellin' On the Mountain." It's like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My co-worker going "Oh my goodness this woman looks soo old, she's 114."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me going "I crack myself up." My co-worker responding with "You should crack yourself up, you're a funny girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Him telling the woman on the phone that she has a soothing voice, and saying that this other woman sounded like a female version of Woody Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever something good happens, my boss says "YAY!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116975935464371558?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116975935464371558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116975935464371558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116975935464371558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116975935464371558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-i-love-my-job.html' title='Why I Love my Job'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116947541811667750</id><published>2007-01-22T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:16:58.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Them Bears!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/290059/27491692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/898304/27491692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even need to say anything here? Yesterday was great!! Rex Grossman is my new football boyfriend. Too bad he's not in this picture that they had posted on the Chicago Tribune. This is truly an exciting time for this city!! GO BEARS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116947541811667750?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116947541811667750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116947541811667750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116947541811667750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116947541811667750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-about-them-bears.html' title='How About Them Bears!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116906133925196081</id><published>2007-01-17T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:15:39.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/335376/napoleon%20dynamite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/911937/napoleon%2520dynamite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Napoleon Dynamite and this ad made my day yesterday. I love it. So funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116906133925196081?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116906133925196081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116906133925196081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116906133925196081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116906133925196081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-this.html' title='I LOVE This!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116862260490163452</id><published>2007-01-12T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:23:24.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that my Salesforce database in undergoing maintence for 45 minutes so therefore I can only partially do my job, I decided to do Heather's Friday Five.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What bill would you most like to see the Nancy Pelosi Club Congress pass next week, only for GWB to veto next month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about gay marriage being legalized in the US??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Warmest winter on record - global warming or el Nino?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about niether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you were going to eat a sandwich right now, what kind of sandwich would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 11:15 here CST, soo, I'm still in breakfest mode. I could so go for a bacon, egg and cheese on an English muffin. For lunch I haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Seen any good movies lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw "Curse of the Golden Flower" on Sunday. It was all in Chinese with subtitles, and basically a Chinese soap opera during the Tang Dynasty. It was very good, I thought that the costumes, make up were beautiful, and the fight scenes were great. It did make me want to take a fencing class, and have a craving for Chinese food too when I walked out. Don't ask, I know, I'm weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Which football game has the potential to bring you the most heartache this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, if the Bears loose against Seattle I'm going to be sad. Rex Grossman better not screw this up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116862260490163452?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116862260490163452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116862260490163452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116862260490163452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116862260490163452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116855056912987492</id><published>2007-01-11T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:25:25.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdos are Out Today!</title><content type='html'>There are some really interesting people out there. My co-worker just told me that some random woman outside of the building just came up to him and started having a conversation about moon travel. She was telling him that it's going to be very precarious this upcoming year because of all of the wild stray animals there. Also, apparently she said that they only way to get rid of them was to have a big bomb fire, to which my co-worker responded with "but that's not possible because there's no oxygen on the moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that this woman appeared to be sane and fairly attractive. I'm wondering if she was just doing that on a dare, or trying to pick him up. Or she's just totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if a total stranger just came up to you and started saying that?? It's just as funny as the woman in the ladies room the other day talking to her friend about quiet living in the suburbs and how you could murder your husband, bury him the backyard, and no one would ever find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just share this with you all because I thought it was funny, and because I had nothing else to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116855056912987492?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116855056912987492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116855056912987492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116855056912987492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116855056912987492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/weirdos-are-out-today.html' title='The Weirdos are Out Today!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116792020628477456</id><published>2007-01-04T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:16:46.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Update.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! I'm sorry for not posting in a while, I have been busy, and I also couldn't think of anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was fun, I went out for dinner and then out afterwards. The restaurant had a fixed menu for the night and 5  courses too long. Yet so good. I did have too much wine though, and did not feel very good on Monday.  I think that I'll just never drink wine and eat ten pounds of  rich food at the same time ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to my primary care physican yesterday, and he convinced me to get a tetnus booster shot after telling me about a woman who cut her wrist on her backyard and died all because she went ten years without getting the shot. Other than that he told me that my blood pressure was low, and I'm ten pounds lighter than the last time that I saw him. I really need to start exercising and getting more toned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there's not much to report on. I'm still I guess seeing that boy that I mentioned once before, we didn't speak on the phone or via text message last night so of course I started being an annoying girl and called my sister freaking out. I hate it when things are still new and you have to worry about stupid things like that along with saying and doing the right thing. I'd like to meet the person who wrote the book on dating and give them a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its about time I get started on my workday. I'm so glad that its Thursday!!! Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116792020628477456?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116792020628477456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116792020628477456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116792020628477456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116792020628477456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-update.html' title='Happy New Year Update.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116722919756588834</id><published>2006-12-27T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:21:26.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fozzie Bear!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fozzie Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/fozzie.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Wocka! Wocka!"You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up.If only your routine didn't always bomb!You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116722919756588834?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116722919756588834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116722919756588834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116722919756588834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116722919756588834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-fozzie-bear.html' title='I Love Fozzie Bear!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116679788372530405</id><published>2006-12-22T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:31:23.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/736536/Merry_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/536419/Merry_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched "Merry Christmas Charlie Brown" last night on dvd, one of my friends gave it to me for Christmas last year. I love that movie!! Linus is the best. I have always loved this movie, and how Linus tells Charlie Brown what Christmas is all about.  I decided to post this now because I probably won't post again until next week. Due to the fact that my computer at home is super slow nowadays, and the family chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that you all have a very Merry Christmas, be safe, and hugs to everyone! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116679788372530405?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116679788372530405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116679788372530405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116679788372530405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116679788372530405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116665525014000568</id><published>2006-12-20T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:54:10.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ahead on my Resolutions for 2007</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that I'm way ahead of the game on this one, but I've been thinking of this for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my New Year's Resolution should be not to interrupt people when they're telling a story and a thought of mine that relates to it comes to my mind and I just decide to blurt it out. I've had that bad habit for years, and think that I get it from my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I consider myself to be a good listener I feel hypocrital when I do that to people, and it would irritate me if  someone constantly did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116665525014000568?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116665525014000568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116665525014000568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116665525014000568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116665525014000568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-ahead-on-my-resolutions-for.html' title='Getting Ahead on my Resolutions for 2007'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116654532038189970</id><published>2006-12-19T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:22:00.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>London Baby, YEAH!!</title><content type='html'>So, I just booked my flight to go to London for the global sales meeting in February. Yay!! The companies headquarters are actually 40 minutes outside of London but my manager and I are going to spend a day/night in London. I haven't been there since I was 19, so this should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also never had to travel for a job before, so this is cool.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116654532038189970?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116654532038189970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116654532038189970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116654532038189970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116654532038189970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/london-baby-yeah.html' title='London Baby, YEAH!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116611990489796874</id><published>2006-12-14T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:12:21.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quickie&lt;/strong&gt;:Interested in someone new? Be more flirtatious today, and you may get what you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overview:&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing but the best is good enough for you, but what you may not realize is that what someone's offering you is their best. Be kind and perceptive, or your high standards may transform into sheer snobbishness in this person's eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so ironic right now!! I have date # 3 tonight. We are going to a show or something at an art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116611990489796874?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116611990489796874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116611990489796874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116611990489796874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116611990489796874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/yahoo-horoscope.html' title='Yahoo Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116595435305892338</id><published>2006-12-12T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:16:40.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some news...</title><content type='html'>So, I met a boy on Friday night  and we went out on a date on Sunday and tonight we are going out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first date since my break-up was great!! We went to see Blue Man Group, and then we went out for dinner to one of my favorite restaurants here. I really enjoyed talking to him, we seem to have a lot in common, and like to do a lot of the same things.  I loved the fact that he picked something totally different to do. He's very intelligent, has a good job, and he's so sweet. Oh and he's cute too. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've talked about being sad about Steven and not wanting to go out with someone else, but last week I started to realize that I have to let go of what I can't change, and just move on with my life. I also realized that I didn't want to miss out on meeting someone new, and having a chance of being happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whats going to happen, and right now who cares.  I also haven't got a clue of how the dating world works anymore. I'm just excited about meeting someone new, and having butterflies in my stomach over a boy again. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116595435305892338?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116595435305892338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116595435305892338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116595435305892338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116595435305892338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-news.html' title='Some news...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116535052257400295</id><published>2006-12-05T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:28:42.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Feather. ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/649784/MKV8624_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/71829/MKV8624_mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of one of my Michael Michael Kors bags. Except mine is bag with gold hardware, instead of being all gold. I couldn't find a picture of the other one. The other one is brown, its hobo shaped too, but it has brown fringe, and some studs on it. They're both really cute though and my mom and I got them for an excellent price. Love getting bags on sale!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116535052257400295?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116535052257400295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116535052257400295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116535052257400295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116535052257400295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-feather.html' title='For Feather. ;-)'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116524281535789850</id><published>2006-12-04T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:33:35.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Mystery</title><content type='html'>Special thanks to Feather for emailing me and letting me that the comments weren't going through. I must have  changed my setting to "moderate  comments" and I had no idea that I had to actually click on that to see all of your comments and approve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not declining anyone's comments, and I apologize for not responding to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116524281535789850?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116524281535789850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116524281535789850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116524281535789850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116524281535789850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/comment-mystery.html' title='Comment Mystery'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116498320572253214</id><published>2006-12-01T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:19:40.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF--It's Snowing.</title><content type='html'>Because of the fact that there is a snowstorm outside and I was pelleted in the face my large flakes of snow, its a good thing that its Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the snow though because now I have winter boots to keep me warm and dry. However when some jerk in a huge black Mercedes drove by at like 40 mph and I got splashed with nasty city slush, (it made me think of the opening of Sex and the City with Carrie and the bus going by) I wished that I had a hat, and a coat that went down to my ankles.  Or snow pants like when I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were any other day I would've gotten annoyed about it, but then I realized that it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the bus came and it was warm and I didn't want to get off when I had to. Loved the fact that it was getting stuck in the snow and making a strange noise every time it stopped though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When me and two other girls that I work with went down to Starbucks we were talking about snow days when we were in school, and how it would be nice to have one from work. Yeah right, this is Chicago, there could be a massive blizzard outside and you'd still have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope that I get my paycheck today so I'm not poor anymore. Then it will be a very good Friday and the gross city slush and the snow itself won't seem so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116498320572253214?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116498320572253214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116498320572253214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116498320572253214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116498320572253214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/12/tgif-its-snowing.html' title='TGIF--It&apos;s Snowing.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116447519681086038</id><published>2006-11-25T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:12:38.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love really is its own reward, but it's nice when you have enough money to facilitate a romantic gesture or two. A special connection increases greatly when you provide the right atmosphere and accessories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was funny and ironic because I'm such a fashionista and I'm always all about having the right accessories! It would be nice if I had more money though. So that I could buy that BCBG top for $120 dollars that I tried on yesterday. However I just cannot come up with a reason for spending that much money on a silk top thats kind of ordinary, and and that I could find someplace else for less money. One that is similar that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still pretty though and I'll still continue to drool over it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116447519681086038?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116447519681086038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116447519681086038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116447519681086038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116447519681086038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/yahoo-horoscope.html' title='Yahoo Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116430250674928455</id><published>2006-11-23T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:04:49.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/1600/614912/turkey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/448/1071/320/429263/turkey.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Thanksgiving! I'm happy that today is an excuse to eat all day and not feel bad about it. Last night Lauren and I were talking about the things that we were thankful for which is something that I've been thinking about all week. I'm thankful for my loving and supportive family and friends,  my new job, and my two new Michael Kors bags.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that everyone has a nice day today, and that you all have something great to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116430250674928455?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116430250674928455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116430250674928455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116430250674928455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116430250674928455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116415704858949996</id><published>2006-11-21T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:57:28.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first day at my new job. So far so good. I really like the people, and they took me out for dinner last night which was very nice.  I also like the fact that the office is all women, and that its just me, and 4 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy about training because there's so much to absorb and my brain just feels fried. I got my new computer today, and tommorrow hopefully I'll have a desk and a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm starting to feel better about Steven.  Of course I still love and miss him, and wish that I could talk to him, but I know deep down that this is for the best right now.  After all, you have to let go of what you can't change right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116415704858949996?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116415704858949996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116415704858949996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116415704858949996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116415704858949996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116379923659242671</id><published>2006-11-17T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:05:40.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Can't Go to Target or the Grocery Store.</title><content type='html'>Today on my last official day of being unemployed (start my new job Monday) I went grocery shopping with my mom like I do every week, she likes the company, and always needs help with the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've come to the conclusion that it depresses me. That and the home department at Target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping depresses me because every time I go with my mom to this one grocery store there's always either a young couple, or a young mom with a baby. This is just makes me miss Steven even more, and think about all of the times that we used to go grocery shopping together. And how I paid for his groceries a few times while I wasn't working. But we won't get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home department at Target makes me depressed because I don't have a home of my own, let alone one with someone else to share it with, and decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I want all of those things right now, but I still want them. The home of my own more than anything because I feel so pathetic that I live with my parents at my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also sad becasue I love Target and I never thought that a day would come when I would feel that an aspect of it made me depressed or sad. I also love grocery shopping because I love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day when the pain of my broken heart has subsided that I can go to those places again and not feel so sad, but until then I'm not going because I'm trying to heal the pain, not make it worse. I know that your'e all probably sick of hearing me say how sad I am about Steven and how much I miss him, but hey, this is my blog and I'll say whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye home department at Target and goodbye grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116379923659242671?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116379923659242671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116379923659242671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116379923659242671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116379923659242671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-i-cant-go-to-target-or-grocery.html' title='Why I Can&apos;t Go to Target or the Grocery Store.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116352988349478411</id><published>2006-11-14T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:54:38.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I haven't so stop asking me!!</title><content type='html'>Ugh.  I've been asked by a few people so far if I've spoken to Steven since what happened. Whenever I say no it seems that people act surprised.  Me on the other hand are not surprised. What am I going to do, pick up the phone and ask him what he thinks about the Democrats taking over the House and Senate?? Email him a cheesy e-card??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we were together for a year-and-a-half and this whole thing shocked a lot of people, and its &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; strange and hard not talking to him but I'm sorry its the case right now. I'll admit that there are some nights where I look at the phone and think about calling him, but I don't.  I don't because I know that I'll just get upset on the phone and I don't want to make things worse.  I'll also admit that I wonder if he wants to talk to me, if he feels the same way about things. Even though he's a guy and I think that guys move on pretty quickly. It makes me have this horrible feeling inside that I'm really never going to hear from him or see him ever again. If there's one thing that tears me apart inside, its that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next week when I start my new job I'll be way too tired to even think about this situation. However I know thats a bunch of crap because I think about Steven&lt;em&gt; all of the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please people out there don't ask me that dreaded question. If I do ever speak to him again you'll be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116352988349478411?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116352988349478411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116352988349478411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116352988349478411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116352988349478411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-i-havent-so-stop-asking-me.html' title='No, I haven&apos;t so stop asking me!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116317444950066022</id><published>2006-11-10T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:00:49.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five,  Courtesy of Heather</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. What’s your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one because I probably have more pet peeves than anyone else you know.  I would have to say people who have no consideration for others, people who don't dress professionally to work, and people who are condescending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What fashion faux-pas do you see frequently that makes you want to sign the victims/perpetrators up for “What Not To Wear”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fashionista, but this leggings trend has got to go. I also don't get the humongous sunglasses thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What hideously inappropriate act or comment have you recently witnessed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman on the bus clipping her fingernails. So gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What’s more important - table manners or driving etiquette? (Not driving safety, just etiquette - like waving when someone lets you merge in front of them or not honking at 5:00 AM when driving through a neighborhood.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should be safe and considerate when you are driving, but table manners are way more important to me.  Please don't slurp, chew with your mouth open, or lick your fingers. THAT drives me nuts. Might have to go under pet peeves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you were producing a PSA for a local TV station, what would the topic be and which celebrity would fulfill their community service sentence by starring in it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton doing one for drunk driving. I don't know why I just thought of that, but it would be be both interesting and funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116317444950066022?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116317444950066022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116317444950066022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116317444950066022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116317444950066022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-five-courtesy-of-heather.html' title='Friday Five,  Courtesy of Heather'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116293998081947284</id><published>2006-11-07T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:37:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day in Chicago</title><content type='html'>Today when I went to go and vote, there was a question at the end of the ballot about whether the US should immediately begin to withdraw from Iraq, starting with “Reserves and National Guard.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "yes" or "no" question, and I said yes.  I was also wondering if anyone else ran into this or was just here in Chicago or in the entire state of Illinois.  I also want to know who the hell came up with a question that sounded like something written by both  the Democratic Party and President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it was the mayor of Chicago. Or maybe it was a "botched joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116293998081947284?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116293998081947284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116293998081947284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116293998081947284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116293998081947284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/election-day-in-chicago.html' title='Election Day in Chicago'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116293901456400715</id><published>2006-11-07T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:25:10.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney and K-Fed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/britney_spears2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/britney_spears2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1556096,00.html"&gt;http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1556096,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First Reese and Ryan, and now them? Come on!! I'm sure that most people aren't surprised by this. When I saw a picture of her in US Weekly looking thin, showered, (sorry I couldn't helpt it) and trendy I knew that something was up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116293901456400715?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116293901456400715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116293901456400715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116293901456400715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116293901456400715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/britney-and-k-fed.html' title='Britney and K-Fed'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116285988842987633</id><published>2006-11-06T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:49:23.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag of Steven Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, I took all of the gifts that Steven gave me and anything else that either he gave me or reminds me of him and put it into a bag and put it in the back of my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about taking it and giving it to Lauren to hold on to until I'm ready to have them back. Here is a list of the contents in the bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink Bourbon St. baseball hat that some dude standing on the street gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Black seapearl necklace with silver flor-de-le in the middle (I think that I spelled that wrong but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pink alligator purse his mom gave me for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Some burned mix CD's that I borrowed to put songs on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fahrenheit 911 DVD that I never gave back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Silver earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Silver butterfly necklace from Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sticker that says "I love New Orleans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mardi Gras beads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ticket from Saints game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is, do I just give it all to Lauren, just some of it, send it all back to Steven, send of it back to Steven, sell it on Ebay, or just keep it in the back of my closet??? Or am I being totally crazy here???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116285988842987633?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116285988842987633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116285988842987633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116285988842987633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116285988842987633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/bag-of-steven-stuff.html' title='Bag of Steven Stuff'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116274801035642626</id><published>2006-11-05T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:36:11.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence or Irony???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MSN Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting information could come to you from a distant state or foreign country, dear Libra. This could induce some pretty deep thinking, leading to decisions that could actually alter the course of your life in some way. You might be considering returning to school and advancing your education. Your mood today should be optimistic and positive, and you could be full of utopian schemes for the future. Wait a few days, then start to make definite plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your responses are slower than usual, but in its own way, that's a gift. Give yourself time and space to make decisions. Not only will you be more certain of your choices, but you'll be more appreciative of them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myspace Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to get into the act, but may find it difficult to jump right in as you consider someone else's response to your behavior. But you really don't need to miss any of the action, even if your name isn't up there in bright lights. Be content with your place for now and finish up old business so you are ready to begin anew in two weeks at the next New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that all three of my horoscopes are telling me that I need to give myself time before making some sort of decision, and what is this business about me finding out some sort of news from another state or country??? I know that this stuff is silly, but sometimes I think that these things are right! Maybe I just need to listen to the stars to figure things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116274801035642626?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116274801035642626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116274801035642626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116274801035642626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116274801035642626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/coincidence-or-irony.html' title='Coincidence or Irony???'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116258078387212797</id><published>2006-11-03T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T14:29:04.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Here are some questions and thoughts that I have for this week. It has been yet another long week for me emotionally but I know that eventually I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What the hell was John Kerry thinking this week??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've cried every day this week about Steven. Now I'm mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel kinda pathetic about the above statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't believe that Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe have separated. Oh wait, no, I can. Its Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No matter how busy I try and keep myself, I still think about Steven and how much I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel like I can't cry or get mad about Steven in front of other people without feeling pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Can anyone out there recommend a good book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm in the market for trying a new cocktail, can anyone recommend a good one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm so not looking foward to the approaching holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love the fact that Lindsay Lohan wants to be married before she's 30. Um okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus funny story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mom came into my room and asked me what the burning smell was from, because it smelled like burnt toast. I hadn't been in the kitchen so it wasn't because of me and my highly skilled cooking abilities. She then decided that it was from something in the building and called the doorman who said that no one had complained of a burning smell. Then she called the maintenance people who came up to find our kitchen filled with smoke. Then, out of the blue she realized that she had left a pot of prunes cooking on the stove and forgot about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she thinks that she's ready to be put in a home. Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116258078387212797?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116258078387212797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116258078387212797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116258078387212797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116258078387212797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116233767011120847</id><published>2006-10-31T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:16:43.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony of a Broken Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Its_Called_Breakup_Because_Its_Broken_Greg_Behrendt_Amiira_Ruotola_abridged_compact_discs.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Its_Called_Breakup_Because_Its_Broken_Greg_Behrendt_Amiira_Ruotola_abridged_compact_discs.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait until tommorrow to post about this, but I finished this book today and I just couldn't wait until tommorrow. That could be because I'm currently bored and have nothing better to do, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this book both helped alittle bit, but it didn't miraculously heal the pain of my broken heart. I think that Greg Behrendt is great because he's funny, and he has the ability to put himself into other peoples shoes and really relate to someone's situation, and understand what they're going through if its a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that although its only been a week I feel like its been the longest week in history. I feel like a total whimpy girl because I've cried almost every day since last Tuesday, I can't sleep at night, and sometimes I have no appetite for food. But I still eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was walking down Michigan Avenue I thought about so much. When Steven lived here and all of the time that we spent together. Every job that I've had in the last year. My fears. My goals for the future. If it will be a freezing, snowy, unbearable Chicago winter. My friends. My family. Steven. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost burst into tears when I thought about how much I was hurting inside, how something that I put so much into ended. How I wondered what Steven was thinking right at that very moment. When and if I'll ever see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this whole period of uncertainty, and I hate the fact that I miss Steven more and more every day. I miss the way that he smells, his laugh, his cooking, and that way he used to come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I hate the fact that I cry whenever I'm alone. I hate the fact that every time my cellphone goes off I think that its him calling me or sending me a text message, or a voicemail. I hate the fact that sometimes I just flat out hate him. I hate him for ever leaving Chicago, for making me fall in love with him. For saying things that no one else had ever said to me before. For telling me that he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is take it one step at a time, and hope that one day things will be different. Until then I'll settle for "Its Called a Break-Up Because its Broken" because some things can't be fixed, or they need some time to heal before they can begin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116233767011120847?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116233767011120847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116233767011120847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116233767011120847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116233767011120847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/agony-of-broken-heart.html' title='The Agony of a Broken Heart.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116230734611192709</id><published>2006-10-31T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:09:06.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Happy_Halloween_print_on_ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Happy_Halloween_print_on_ta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that I'd pick this image because it reminded me of the decorations that my teachers in grammer school used to put up.  I hope that everyone has a spooky-free day and enjoys some good candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116230734611192709?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116230734611192709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116230734611192709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116230734611192709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116230734611192709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116187527352540036</id><published>2006-10-26T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:44:51.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post. I got back on Monday night and got caught up in responding to 200 emails and I went on 2 interviews, I have a phone one this morning. Then there's the laundry factor, and seeing Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my trip was good. It was very nice being in some warm weather, not so nice coming back here and having to wear a winter coat. Steven and I went out to eat, went down to the French Quarter, and of course Bourbon St. I know that its cheesy to go down to Bourbon St., but it really is fun. I think that its all of the lights and excitement down there that draws me to it. We also went to the Saints vs Eagles game and sat up in the suite. I love free food and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on 2 interviews down there, one for a recruiter job at this recruiting company, and the other at a boutique for a manager's job. I recieved an offer from the boutique, the woman was great,and we really hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunetly my next sentence is probably going to shock all of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving down there right now, and Steven and I broke up. Temporarily. If there is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get into the details because I get upset when I do. Plus this would be a really long post. Steven just felt that we need to spend time apart and figure things out on our own. Living in different cities hasn't helped either, its really hard when we would talk on the phone or text message, or email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened Tuesday night, and I hate to be such a girl, but its Thursday and I'm still upset about it. I've cried myself to sleep the last 2 nights, and I keep thinking about what went wrong and everything that Steven said to me on the phone. We were together for a year-and-a-half and I've never felt so hurt in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what anyone says it really makes you feel flat out shitty when relationships end. What hurts me the most is that Steven doesn't seem to be motivated by me, or our relationship to want to make his life better. Maybe its because we were together stressing each other out, I don't know. I guess I just believe that you if you really love someone than you'll do whatever it takes to be with them and make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes that one day I can forgive him, and that yeah, we could be together again. Part of me gets happy when I hear that, and the other part of me gets really mad and wants to just tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading "It's called a Break-up Because its Broken" by the guy who wrote "He's just not that into you" and maybe it will shed some light on this situation for me. I know that I'm not alone that this happens to people all of the time, but it really sucks, and it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't mean to write such a depressing post. I have no idea what the future holds, but if there is one thing that I do know is that everything will be okay. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116187527352540036?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116187527352540036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116187527352540036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116187527352540036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116187527352540036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116074650273287490</id><published>2006-10-13T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:35:02.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>Yes, thats right folks, today is my birthday. Steven told me that he doesn't know anyone else who gets as excited about their birthday. I think that I get it from my mom. She always gets excited about her birthday, and she told me that my grandpa used to make a big deal about them as well.  I don't get excited just because its an excuse to get gifts from people, hehe, but really because its an extra special day to celebrate the gift of life. As corny as might sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has just been another year of both good, bad, and humorous.  Good because I've grown up and learned more, bad because I lost a few jobs, and humorous because theres always something funny yet weird that happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized when I woke up this morning that my life is both entertaining and challenging, and that I'm not the only one in the world who's life is like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm leaving to go to New Orleans for a week-and-a-half so you won't hear from me until I get back. I have 2 job interviews down there,  and it better stay warm down there! I'm really giving myself a test to see if I can stand living there.  Steven is also taking me to a Saints game in the new Superdome. I feel alittle scared/weired out going there after all of the terrible things that happened during Katrina, but his dad has a box/suite, and I'm all about free food and drinks. I'm sure that it will be fun. I'm also looking foward to eating lots of seafood and going to Cafe Du Monde for some coffee, but more for the biegnet. I think that I spelled that wrong, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it. I'm 26 today and yet I'm sitting here with green pajama pants that have blue cats on them, and Hello Kitty socks. Yeeahh, I've really matured!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a great weekend, and a special birthday shot out to my twin sister Laura.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116074650273287490?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116074650273287490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116074650273287490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116074650273287490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116074650273287490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116066394774023031</id><published>2006-10-12T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:39:07.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter has arrived early</title><content type='html'>Yes, I would just like to share with those of you who don't live here that its October 12th and its SNOWING here.  This is the earliest I've ever seen it start snowing since I've lived here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think over the weekend it was 70 degrees, and my mom was talking about this is the perfect time for people to cmoe and visit here. Other than the summertime. I think that she might've spoken to soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can wear my new winter coat now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116066394774023031?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116066394774023031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116066394774023031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116066394774023031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116066394774023031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/winter-has-arrived-early.html' title='Winter has arrived early'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-116043678351356343</id><published>2006-10-09T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:33:03.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish.</title><content type='html'>This is what I want for my birthday.  You have until Friday to get this to me. Now go.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061009/od_nm/diamond_record_dc"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20061009/od_nm/diamond_record_dc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-116043678351356343?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/116043678351356343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=116043678351356343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116043678351356343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/116043678351356343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115989138141432005</id><published>2006-10-03T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:03:01.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying, sad, frustrating, disgusting.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know whats going on with the people in our world lately.  From the war in Iraq,  innocent children being shot in their own school, and a senator involved in a sex scandal with a 16-yr old boy it's just terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not one to go around saying that the world is aterrible place, or that this country is. We are fortunate to have the freedoms and opportunities that we have here. But do have too many freedoms?? Do we take them for granted too much??  Who knows.  Am I just a negative or niave person because I sometimes don't understand why annoying/sad/frustrating/disgusting things happen?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a list of things that I think are annoying. sad, frustrating and distgusting. Some are personal, and some aren't. But I've been thinking about them lately, and had to let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sad-- The shooting in the Amish school, we can all agree thats sad. I read in the Chicago Tribune this morning about a little girl who escaped by climbing out the window. But it made me think about what might've been going through her mind. Like what about her friends that were now dead?? What about what she actually saw? How is she supposed to live the rest of her life without being afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Frustrating-- This whole thing with predators on the internet. Where are the parents?? Also, you would think that the average 16 year-old would be smart enough to know that you don't to talk weirdos on the internet. Not to mention approve them to be your friend on MySpace.  I'm on MySpace, and I would never approve someone that I didn't know, or accept a message from someone that I didn't know. Or that I thought sounded like a pervert.  Maybe some of these teenagers just need to be educated more about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Distgusting--Mark Foley, the republican senator from Florida who was sending sexual emails and IM's to a 16 yr-old male page.  On the Daily Show last night they showed a clip from an inteview that he did about internet predators and teens, and he was sitting there saying how disgusting these people are. Then he himself gets caught in a scandal!! What a total idiot that guy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Annoying--This one is just random and me sharing with you all one of my many pet peeves. Sorry, I had to throw this in. Maybe make this post alittle more uplifting too. Evite.  I think that its great, and makes sending invitations easier b/c its via email an way faster than the Post Office. But what I want to know is, why do some people take so long to respond?? I understand that life can be hectic, but seriously, how much time does it take to just click yes or no.  Am I the only one who finds this annoying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I have for you all today. Lets all hope that the world can eventually become a less annoying, sad, frustrating, and disgusting place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115989138141432005?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115989138141432005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115989138141432005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115989138141432005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115989138141432005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/10/annoying-sad-frustrating-disgusting.html' title='Annoying, sad, frustrating, disgusting.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115963886432918374</id><published>2006-09-30T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:27:28.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space Survey **Completed this morning 10/1/06</title><content type='html'>whats your name spelt backwards? eniloraC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last night? Watched TV, helped Christina pack for France. Exciting I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery? Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you swam in a pool? 4th of July weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? My 100 year old Seven's, ballet flats, a black long sleeve shirt, and a woven black belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cars have you owned? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type of music you dislike most? Trance, techno and punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you registered to vote? Heck yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have cable? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you use? E Machine desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever made a prank phone call? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like anyone right now? Hello, Steven! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthest place you ever traveled? Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite comic strip? Never was into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know all the words to the national anthem? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, morning or night? Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month? The last movie that I saw was Little Miss Sunshine. Soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pizza toppings? Pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips or popcorn? Popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cell phone provider do you have? Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells? What kind of question is that?? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice or apple? Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were the last people you sat at lunch with? Jennifer and Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite chocolate bar? Milky Way dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? Eat them all of the time, my parents go to a farmers market every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won a trophy?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Favorite arcade game? Was never into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ordered from an infomercial? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7-UP? Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work? In grammer school and high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought at Walgreens? A magazine and some panyhose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public?  So awful, but yes, but in a public bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love? True love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have long hair as a young kid? It was always to my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What message is on your voicemail machine? "Hi, you've reached Caroline, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go right now? Singapore to be w/Laura, or New Orleans to be w/Steven. But I'll be in New Orleans for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the name of your pet? Don't have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it? I had a blue LL Bean one in high school and part of college. I don't have it anymore though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about most? Steven, my family, finding a better job, moving to New Orleans, shoes, and how I need a new purse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115963886432918374?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115963886432918374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115963886432918374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115963886432918374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115963886432918374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-space-survey-completed-this-morning.html' title='My Space Survey **Completed this morning 10/1/06'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115931191607575801</id><published>2006-09-26T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:06:23.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Guilty Pleasures--See edit below**</title><content type='html'>1. This show.&lt;a href="http://www.oxygen.com/shannen/"&gt;http://www.oxygen.com/shannen/&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what it is that draws me to it, but I watch it every week. She cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Laguna Beach Season 2. Another show that I watch every week. I feel like its more of a quick pick-me-up and to remind me if I have girls what I don't want them to be like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This store. &lt;a href="http://www.francescascollectionsonline.com/category.html"&gt;http://www.francescascollectionsonline.com/category.html&lt;/a&gt; My friend Gina told me that they also have one in LaHoya, CA. They have great jewelry there, clothes, bags, and shoes. Plus the stuff is not that expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. York Peppermint Paddies. My mom got some for a business convention, and I think that I eat about 3 a day. I'm making up for growing up without sweets, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. InStyle magazine. They are as long as dictionaries sometimes, but I love that magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saltines. Hey, they go with everything, and I love to snack on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bare Minerals Powder from Bare Essentials. They sell it at Sephora, but they also do have Bare Essentials stores. My sister introduced me to this powder, and I love it. It seriously is like an eraser!! I don't have the best skin, and this stuff makes my face look totally flawless. Its $18 and totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Green Tea with Chai. Trader Joe's has this and its SO good. I drink at least one a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Aerosole's Shoes. &lt;a href="http://www.aerosoles.com/"&gt;http://www.aerosoles.com/&lt;/a&gt; I have yet to buy a pair, and I know that it sounds dorky because of the brand, but they have cute shoes that are all about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;comfort,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they aren't that expensive. My mom got me into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whole wheat English muffins. So good, I've had one every day this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit: I started this post yesterday and finished it this morning.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115931191607575801?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115931191607575801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115931191607575801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115931191607575801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115931191607575801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/latest-guilty-pleasures-see-edit-below.html' title='Latest Guilty Pleasures--See edit below**'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115903260912562631</id><published>2006-09-23T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:30:09.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment you've all been waiting for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/DSC00592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/DSC00592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven's cousin's wife, sent me some pictures from last weekend, so  I thought that I'd just post one.  Since Jen has asked me soo many times to post a picture of Steven, but I didn't have any on my computer. So, here are my two favorite guys. Steven is the one in the blue shirt, his cousin is in the white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115903260912562631?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115903260912562631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115903260912562631' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115903260912562631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115903260912562631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='The moment you&apos;ve all been waiting for!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115885827305723292</id><published>2006-09-21T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:04:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>I think that Walmart is taking over the world. I'm very fascinated by this whole Walmart controversy in general. I started reading "The Walmart Effect" by Charles Fishman. Its very interesting so far, and I will let you know my thoughts on it when I finish the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060921/ap_on_bi_ge/wal_mart_health_care"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060921/ap_on_bi_ge/w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://adweek.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/walmart.jpeg&amp;imgrefurl=http://adweek.blogs.com/adfreak/2005/week2/index.html&amp;amp;h=486&amp;w=648&amp;amp;sz=90&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;tbnid=CdkJIH60zDSxeM:&amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;tbnw=137&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DWalmart%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060921/ap_on_bi_ge/wal_mart_health_care"&gt;al_mart_health_care&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This above is just an article that caught my eye on the Yahoo page. Just skimmed it, this is why I think that Walmart is taking over the world. I mean what are they going to sell next houses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-- I prefer to shop at Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115885827305723292?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115885827305723292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115885827305723292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115885827305723292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115885827305723292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115859075233721639</id><published>2006-09-18T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:45:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Computer Geeks</title><content type='html'>Does anyone out there know how to edit a PDF file so that you can type into the document and that little hand goes away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115859075233721639?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115859075233721639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115859075233721639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115859075233721639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115859075233721639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/calling-all-computer-geeks.html' title='Calling All Computer Geeks'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115832394525466473</id><published>2006-09-15T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:39:05.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness its Friday, and I have an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STEVEN IS COMING TODAY!!!! YAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've seen him since Memorial Day. I hope that I don't start crying when I see him. I'm very excited to see him and also very glad that this miserable cold that I've had all week is now gone.  Yay to that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that today goes by fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115832394525466473?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115832394525466473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115832394525466473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115832394525466473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115832394525466473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115806667582100940</id><published>2006-09-12T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:11:15.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>My horoscope today from the Chicago Tribune.  Thank goodness its a foggy, drizzly day outside and I get to spend it chained to my cubicle making sales calls to my ol' stompin' ground of Long Island. Otherwise I'd be strolling Michigan Avenue to Nordstrom buying more shoes. Or at least looking at shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 22). Today is a 6. It's easy to fritter away your earnings on pretty things. Resist temptation, or you'll find you don't have enough for the basics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115806667582100940?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115806667582100940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115806667582100940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115806667582100940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115806667582100940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/horoscope_12.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115799582790270013</id><published>2006-09-11T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:30:27.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one for today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. I do not have to live in the five boroughs or on the Island or Upstate. I may live hundreds or thousands of miles away or I may live just over the GW Bridge, but I am a New Yorker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. Whatever took me out of New York: business, family or hating the cold did not take New York out of me.My accent may have faded and my pace may have slowed but I am a New Yorker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. I was raised on Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and Rockefeller Plaza, the Yankees or the Mets, Jones Beach or Rye Beach or one of the beaches on the sound. I know that "THE END" means Montauk. Because I am a New Yorker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. When I go on vacation, I never look up: skyscrapers are something I take for granted. The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty are part of me. Taxis and noise and subways and "get outa heah" don't rattle me, because I am a New Yorker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. I was raised on cultural diversity before it was politically correct. I eat Greek food and Italian food, Jewish and Middle Eastern food and Chinese food because they are all American food to me. I don't get mad when people speak other languages in my presence because my relatives got to this country via Ellis Island and chose to stay. They were New Yorkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. People who have never been to New York have misunderstood me. My friends and family work in the industries, professions and businesses that benefit all Americans. My firefighters and police officers died trying to save New Yorkers and non-New Yorkers. They died trying to save Americans and non-Americans because they were New Yorkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker. I feel the pain of my fellow New Yorkers. I mourn the loss of part of my beautiful city. But then I remember:I am a New Yorker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And New Yorkers have:Tenacity, strength and courage way above the normCompassion and caring for our fellow citizensLove and pride in our city, in our state, in our countryIntelligence, experience and education par excellenceAbility, dedication and energy above and beyondFaith--no matter what religion we practiceTerrorists hit America in its heart but America's heart still beats strong. Demolish the steel in our buildings, but it doesn't touch the steel in our souls. Hit us in the pocketbook; but we'll parlay what we have left into a fortune. End innocent lives leaving widows and orphans, but we'll take care of them, because they are New Yorkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever we live, whatever we do, whoever we are. There are New Yorkers in every state and every city of this nation. We will not abandon our city. We will not abandon our brothers and sisters. We will not abandon the beauty, creativity and diversity that New York represents. And most importantly, we will never forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we are New Yorkers. And we are proud to be New Yorkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115799582790270013?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115799582790270013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115799582790270013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115799582790270013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115799582790270013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-one-for-today.html' title='Another one for today...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115797874905669562</id><published>2006-09-11T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:45:49.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/bld9bThe%20World%20Trade%20Center,%20New%20York.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/bld9bThe%20World%20Trade%20Center%2C%20New%20York.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm not going to be the only person that posts about this today, but I thought that I would anyway. Especially since NY is my home state. I watched the first part of the Path to 9/11 on ABC last night, which was both sad and interesting. It made me feel like this just happened, even though its been 5 years. I was in my junior year of college, and went over to my computer after just waking up. My friend Jill instant messaged me and told me that a plane hit one of the Towers. I couldn't believe it until I turned on my tv. My heart dropped to the floor for a second, and then my phone rang. It was my grandmother in Florida, and she was asking me if I had spoken to my parents, or my sister Christina. I went to my classes that day in a complete daze of shock. I also remember that night my roomate and I couldn't fall asleep b/c we were scared. Then we remembered that we were in the state of Rhode Island, and nothing ever happens there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear from Christina for 3 days. She worked about a block away from the Towers. She ended up coming to visit me that weekend at school and told me her story. It was both crazy and scary. She told me about how she and everyone in her office were trapped in the building, and how once she got out she was seriously running for her life. She then said that she was afraid to go to work again, and how the burning smell was so terrible. My mom apparently called my other sister Laura at school hysterical (my mom never gets emotional unless its about her children) and still to this day refuses to watch anything about it, or talk much about it. Christina lives a few blocks from the Empire State Building and to this day has nightmares and fears that something like that will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows if we'll ever find Bin Laden or if he's still alive. But what I do know is that we'll remember that day forever. What we were doing, who we were with, maybe even what we were wearing. Hopefully when people from my generation have children they'll never have to see something like that happen. Maybe just maybe the world will be a more peaceful place. All one can do is have hope, faith, and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115797874905669562?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115797874905669562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115797874905669562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115797874905669562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115797874905669562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-will-remember.html' title='We Will Remember'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115772221645894837</id><published>2006-09-08T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:30:16.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get ready to close the book on some old emotional business -- you're about to start a new chapter in your life. The stars see to it that you're more decisive and less influenced by what others think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my horoscope for today from Yahoo. It really explains how my life has been lately, and how I've been feeling. It makes me think more about the future, and what all of the possiblities are. Making a decision for myself and not base it upon what others want for me, is something that I've realized I really need to do. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115772221645894837?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115772221645894837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115772221645894837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115772221645894837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115772221645894837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115756583948311277</id><published>2006-09-06T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:03:59.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/suri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/suri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like she's wearing a wig. It kinda makes me curious to see the rest of the pictures, but I think that I can go the rest of my life without doing that. I just thought that I'd share this with you all, whether you think Tom Cruise is a weirdo or not. This one guy that I work with thinks that her tentacles are hiding underneath her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/gallery/0,26335,1531800,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115756583948311277?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115756583948311277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115756583948311277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115756583948311277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115756583948311277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-moment.html' title='The Big Moment.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115754592783263566</id><published>2006-09-06T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:32:08.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Monthly Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dooneycoachlv.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feather&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to do this post. Thank you to her for giving me something to post about, hehe.  These are both personal and professional goals that I have for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To make my monthly sales qouta in my job.&lt;br /&gt;2. Figure out a way to stop the hanging folders in my desk drawer from falling.&lt;br /&gt;3. To keep my bathroom neater.&lt;br /&gt;4. To stick to my budget.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a new pair of black pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115754592783263566?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115754592783263566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115754592783263566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115754592783263566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115754592783263566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-monthly-goals.html' title='My Monthly Goals'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115746447853723189</id><published>2006-09-05T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:54:38.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Goals</title><content type='html'>In my job, at the beginning of every month we have to come up with 5 personal goals, and 5 professional goals for that month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've thought of 2 personal goals, and 1 professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some suggestions here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115746447853723189?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115746447853723189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115746447853723189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115746447853723189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115746447853723189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/09/monthly-goals.html' title='Monthly Goals'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115703638706501056</id><published>2006-08-31T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:59:47.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/jessica_simpson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/jessica_simpson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is it when I'm at work and on some of the calls that I make and they say that they're not interested, they say thank you for calling? I understand being polite, but for some reason that really irritates me. I'd rather someone just hang up. My other question is why some of the rude admins/receptionists feel the need to be soo condecesending?? Like they think that they're better than me because theyr'e administrative assistants or receptionsists?? I don't get it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is that whenever I get alittle annoyed about something here, everyone around me thinks its okay to tease me about getting crazy/angry?? I mean dude, if your'e computer was shutting off every 10 minutes for no reason wouldn't that start to bother you too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My personal favorite and why I have the above picture:&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1449267,00.html?cid=recirc-top5-1-1449267"&gt;http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1449267,00.html?cid=recirc-top5-1-1449267&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115703638706501056?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115703638706501056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115703638706501056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115703638706501056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115703638706501056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/why.html' title='Why.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115679578153907238</id><published>2006-08-28T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:09:41.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I've been kinda MIA lately.  I've been too tired to post Friday nights, and then I'm busy the rest of the weekend. Not to mention that nothing blogworthy has really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I stayed home sick today from work. Yesterday I was miserable, and I'm starting to feel better now. Hopefully tommorrow I'll be able to make it back into work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did watch the Emmy's last night, I was hoping to see some more emphasis on the fashion like they usually do.So that was a little disappointing. So was Barry Manilow and Tony Shalub winning instead of Steve Carell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that today I've spent the day reading, and trying to find a doctor and a dentist who has extended hours. The problem is that I don't get back downtown from work until 5-5:30, and most of the doctor's are only there until 5.  I did find one dentist who has extended hours, but they're booked until Novemeber. Who knew that scheduling a dental appointment would be so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Steven was going to come up here in a few weeks and say with his cousin and his wife, but apparently her mom is going to be in town. This is after I had discussed this with her a few times.  Because finding a hotel in Chicago isn't easy unless you don't mind spending a few hundred dollars a night. He can't stay here because I live with my parents and that would just be awkward. Soo, now I won't see him until I go down there for my birthday in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say that not &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;day last week did I surf the internet for shoes. This is a big deal people.  Well, I will do my best to post more often. I hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115679578153907238?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115679578153907238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115679578153907238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115679578153907238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115679578153907238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115591863145045967</id><published>2006-08-18T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:30:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me Clarify</title><content type='html'>The last post I saved as a draft on Tuesday, but I didn't actually finish it until this morning. I also noticed that question # 9 is missing. I have no idea why, and I'm not going back on MySpace to find the bulletin from the person who sent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just thought that I'd clear that up.  Happy Friday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115591863145045967?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115591863145045967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115591863145045967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115591863145045967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115591863145045967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-clarify_18.html' title='Let me Clarify'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115568559504062574</id><published>2006-08-15T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:20:57.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girly MySpace.com Survey--Friday Special.</title><content type='html'>THE 50 QUESTION GIRLY GIRL SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many pairs of shoes do you have? 21-25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many of those are heels? 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What jewelry did you wear today?Butterfly necklace from Steven, a red crystal bracelet, my watch, my 2 rings, and my earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What underwear are you wearing? Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a jewelry box? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you dye your hair? Haven't done anything with it since May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is in your CD player right now? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When is the next time you plan on going to the bars or clubs? Probably Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you wearing?Grey sweat pants and a navy blue Newport t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;11. What makeup do you wear? Powder, blush, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick. Sometimes eyeshadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have a lot of candles in your room? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is pink your favorite color? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What purse did you carry today? Lame summery work tote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who's your favorite character on Sex and the City? I like them all. Although Carrie was kind of a selfish nag sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a job?yes.17. Team Kristen or Team LC? LC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Jennifer or Angelina? Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What did you buy last time you went shopping? Shoes, a brown pencil skirt with stripes (the quest is over!!) and a birthday present for Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you own anything by Vera Bradley? Yes. They were all over Newport, so I had a bunch of them. However, because Jessica told me that they weren't very "urban" I gave some of them away. I now just have one purse, a tote, a make-up bag, and and overnight bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is your cell phone with you at all times? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you own Chanel sunglasses? No, Ralph Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you wore a dress? Last week.&lt;br /&gt;24. Straight hair or curly hair? Straight when I blow dry it, wavy/curly when its wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite magazine? US Weekly, InStyle, People, and Cosmo. I also like to read Newsweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. California or New York? Since I've never been to California, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you keep up with celebrity gossip? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Diet or exercise?exercise29. Did you play with Barbies when you were little? Yeah, I had this awesome Barbie pool too that came with a gril and fake food. I loved that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you go to the tanning bed? Used to, but its so bad for you, and I'm fair so I need to be careful that I don't roast or turn into a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Did you ever own a Spice Girls CD? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think you're fat? No, and anyone who asks me that is INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could change one thing about your appearance, what what would it be? My toes and my skin. My skin isn't that bad, but I'd love to be able to never have to wear powder or foundation ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you post bulletins asking people to comment on your pictures? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Did you ever take dance, gymnastics, or cheerleading? Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever been in a pageant? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you ever modelled? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you get manicures and pedicures often? No, I enjoy those things, but I hate spending money on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, I think that its just infatuation at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like bubble baths? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you look like anyone famous? I've gotten Christina Appelgate thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Is Cosmopolitan practically your Bible? I think that I'm converting to InStyle for fashion, I like Cosmo for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you a daddy's girl? I'm the youngest of 3 girls, but Christina is the oldest and the true daddy's girl of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you already have your wedding planned out? I have an idea of what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you make wishes when it's 11:11? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you prefer football players or baseball players? Tom Brady is my boyfriend, so football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you think you're girly? Yes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115568559504062574?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115568559504062574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115568559504062574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115568559504062574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115568559504062574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/girly-myspacecom-survey-friday-special.html' title='The Girly MySpace.com Survey--Friday Special.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115515643943262969</id><published>2006-08-09T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:47:19.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condescending</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Entry: con·de·scendPronunciation: "kän-di-'sendFunction: intransitive verbEtymology: Middle English, from Middle French condescendre, from Late Latin condescendere, from Latin com- + descendere to descendDate: 14th century1 a : to descend to a less formal or dignified level : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.merriam-webster.com/cgi-bin/mwdictsn?book=Dictionary&amp;va=unbend"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNBEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; b : to waive the privileges of rank2 : to assume an air of superiority&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who know me very well know that I absolutley cannot stand people who are condescending. I've encountered a lot of them in my life and if I could turn back to those moments I'd give those people a piece of my mind. But I always feel like in the end its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder if those people just wake up every day and tell themselves, "I think that I'll just be really condescending to everyone that I interact with."I guess this also goes along with I can't stand it when people can't handle being wrong about something because they think that they have all of the answers. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, in the wonderful world of sales I deal with people like that once in a while and its probably what I hate the most about sales. Especially phone sales when you deal with receptionists and admins who give you that "tone." I mean is that necessary?? Do you really think that you are better than me because your'e older and have more experience in the work world?? Did someone actually train you to speak to people that way?? Seriously, I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I could care less, I just really needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now ladies and gentlemen you have learned something new about me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115515643943262969?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115515643943262969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115515643943262969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115515643943262969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115515643943262969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/condescending.html' title='Condescending'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115465640115068475</id><published>2006-08-03T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:53:21.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fashion Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/br-otf-out04718odv01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/br-otf-out04718odv01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As most of you know, I always find something in the fashion world that I fall in love with and go on a mission to find it. Hopefully in my size too. So, I used to have this cream colored pencil skirt, and I currently have no idea where it is. I actually haven't seen it or worn it since the winter of 2003. I don't recall ever giving it away, so I don't get it. It's as if my clothes literally have legs and decide that my closet isn't a good enough home for them and decide to go off to some far off place. Perhaps in the storage area that we have in the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm on a new quest for a replacement. Unless my beloved cream skirt from the Gap turns up. The one pictured above is from Banana Republic and out of my budget. If anyone has any recommendations, please feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'm sorry that I haven't blogged in a while. I'm usually so tired when I get home from work that I just have dinner and just watch tv and go to bed. But as I get used to my schedule, I'll do my best to post more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115465640115068475?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115465640115068475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115465640115068475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115465640115068475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115465640115068475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-fashion-quest.html' title='New Fashion Quest'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115413631842348372</id><published>2006-07-28T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:41:32.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Either/Or.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Toilet paper end over or under?&lt;/strong&gt; Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Joe Simpson or Kevin Federline?&lt;/strong&gt; Both are totally skeevy, but I'm going to go w/K-Fed on this one. Joe Simpson is a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Margaritas or Mojitos? Mojitos.&lt;/strong&gt; I love mojitos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yoga or Pilates?&lt;/strong&gt; Haven't tried either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Valley High or Choose Your Own Adventure? &lt;/strong&gt;Sweet Valley High all the way!! I used to love those books!! Ahh, Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1980’s Canadian Superstar Conrad Bain, or 1980’s Canadian Superstar Alan Thicke?&lt;/strong&gt;  Alan Thicke, I liked that show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Mad Cow Disease or Bird Flu?&lt;/strong&gt; Mad Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Celebrity Ex-Con Robert Downey Jr., or Celebrity Ex-Con Martha Stewart?&lt;/strong&gt; I know that Martha Stewart is a bitch, and what she did was very wrong, she shouldn't have listened to that broker. Martha, if you don't know enough about trading, than don't do it!! Robert Downey Jr., loved him on Ali McBeal. It seems as if he's gotten himself together now, and that Martha has come around, but you never know what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pennsyltucky or Kentuckiana?&lt;/strong&gt; I like Pennsylvania. Never been to Kentucky. So Pensyltucky it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. PepperJack or Horseradish Cheddar?&lt;/strong&gt; Pepperjack. I really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115413631842348372?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115413631842348372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115413631842348372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115413631842348372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115413631842348372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/eitheror.html' title='Either/Or.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115370214449393407</id><published>2006-07-23T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:49:04.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABCs of Me</title><content type='html'>I got this from JennyG. Mainly because I have no idea what to blog about, and I know that I really needed to update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A is for age: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for booze of choice:&lt;br /&gt;Stoli Raz and soda with a lime. I'm looking for a new drink, so please leave some suggestions/recommendations.  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm w/Jenny on this one, I wouldn't call my current job a career. However, it could lead to one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for your dog's name:&lt;br /&gt;Dodo was his name. He was a miniature schnowser. (totally can't spell that..) Don't remember anything about him, and he got a hit by car and died when my twin and I were young. &lt;br /&gt;E is for essential item you use everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod on the train to work. I couldn't live without it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for favorite song at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I love a lot of songs! But "Canned Heat" by Jamiraquai always makes me feel better when I get down. I also LOVE "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for favorite game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge game person. Loved Candyland when I was younger though hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for hometown:&lt;br /&gt;Oyster Bay Cove, NY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for instruments you play:&lt;br /&gt;I used to play the flute, and the clarinet in elementary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for favorite juice:&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry, apple, and lemonade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for kids?:&lt;br /&gt;One day. But I'll make sure that mine aren't really annoying and bratty. And oh yes, they will be clean too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for last hug:&lt;br /&gt;Lauren. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for marriage:&lt;br /&gt;When its right and meant to happen. But I'd love to be married in 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for name of your last ex:&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Jenny, lets not discuss that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for phobias:&lt;br /&gt;Snakes, sharks, rats, and really big hairy spiders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember I was always true. Remember I loved only you. Remember that I always tried. Remember me and smile. " --The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, and forget the ones that don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason.If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it would be easy, they just promised that it would be worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for biggest regret:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't turned out the way that I thought it would when I graduated from college. But I've learned that the only thing that I can do is look foward and and never look back. The past is over, and done with, and I'll never be able to go back and change it. All I can do is work hard to give myself a bright future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for status:&lt;br /&gt;S is for Steven! Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for time you wake up:&lt;br /&gt;5:30 A.M. during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for underwear:&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for vegetable you love:&lt;br /&gt;carrots, corn on the cob, asparagus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W is for worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;My spending habits sometimes!! I'm working on it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth, and my appendix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for yummy food you make:&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had something to say here. But I can't cook anything that doesn't come out of a box or a bag. Yummy would be for the food that my mom cooks! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Libra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115370214449393407?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115370214449393407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115370214449393407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115370214449393407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115370214449393407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/abcs-of-me.html' title='The ABCs of Me'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115293021183861747</id><published>2006-07-14T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:23:31.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/_5142426.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/_5142426.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/_5203523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/_5203523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In honor of my motivation list, along with my obbession with shoes, I share with you my latest conquest. I really like these black shoes. For the fall though more I think. The only thing is that they are similar to the green shoes that I have already. I LOVE my green shoes.  Jessica, my mom,  and Lauren can tell you how often I say "Oh but I want to wear my green shoes," Oh this would look soo good with my green shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand of these shoes is called Seychelle's. They only carry the brand at Nordstrom and at Urban Outtfitters. Oh and this boutique in the Village in New York. They do have a website though. I really like their shoes a lot, and I think that I'm obbessed enough to write to this shoe designer and tell them that. Maybe I should just marry my green shoes instead of Steven or any other man for that matter. I know, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the website is &lt;a href="http://www.seychellesfootwear.om"&gt;www.seychellesfootwear.om&lt;/a&gt; if you want to check it out. Now I will go and watch a movie because I've been up since 5:30 this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115293021183861747?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115293021183861747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115293021183861747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115293021183861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115293021183861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-shoes.html' title='Me and Shoes.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115292466673237548</id><published>2006-07-14T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:52:55.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>This was my horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transportation issues could slow you down now, so think up a smart backup plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overview:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has a close friend fallen into the unfortunate habit of using you as a free therapist? It's time to stop this before it goes any further. Talk about it honestly and acknowledge your responsibility in this pattern.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my crazy trip home from work Tuesday night on the beloved Blue Line due to the fire, and the train stalling again today, and one of my friends from college being sad all of the time because of a guy breaking her heart, all I have to say is: Oh, the irony!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say that I'm always here to listen to my friends and their problems because thats what they do for me, and friends do that.  As for this business with the train and my commute, I hope that next week will be smooth sailing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115292466673237548?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115292466673237548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115292466673237548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115292466673237548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115292466673237548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115284355212086788</id><published>2006-07-13T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:19:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I learned during my week of traning in my need job is that we need to find ways to motivate ourselves everyday. Now I know that this is something that applies to every job, but in sales its pretty crucial I'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking of a list that I could put up in my new cube and here's what I've come up with so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hot sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A nice trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was wondering, what motivates all of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115284355212086788?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115284355212086788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115284355212086788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115284355212086788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115284355212086788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115231618371632349</id><published>2006-07-07T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:49:43.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry that its been so long since I last posted. I went to NY for a week and just got back last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to make it a road trip so we drove which took about 12 hours. The only part of the drive that is boring is driving through Ohio. I seriously think that Ohio is the longest state in the world to drive through. Not to mention that its flat like Indiana and Illinois. Pennsylvania on the other hand is very pretty, and not flat. I liked driving through there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we stopped in Pennington, NJ, which is right near Princeton. My parents have some friends that live there. We walked around Princeton, very beautiful town. The university of course is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed for good ol' Long Island. My mom's sister and her family belong to a beach club so we spent a day there, it was my first time at the beach this summer. It was soo nice. Monday we headed to the Hamptom's, my mom's brother and his family have a house there. They recently added an extentsion and did a ton of re-decorating so the house looked totally different.  That was fun too, despite my 7 yr-old twin boy cousin's who are cute at first and then get REALLY annoying. They are just at that age I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got to spend the day in the city with my sister, it was great to be in NYC in the summertime. We walked around the Village, and at night we went out to this really nice Italian restaurant with one of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back home in Chicago and I start my new job on Monday. I'm both excited and scared. I think that it will be fine though. I'll just have to get used to the commute and spending the whole day on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more to come soon. If you don't hear from me for another week its because I'm exhausted from my hour long commute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115231618371632349?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115231618371632349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115231618371632349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115231618371632349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115231618371632349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115135522485077401</id><published>2006-06-26T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:54:23.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SOO Riding This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/24099277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/24099277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Transit Authority has officially started running the new Pink Line as part of the other colored train lines/routes. Last year they took a vote on different colors, so I am very excited that pink won. I love how the actual car is pink. So great. Now what city can top this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115135522485077401?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115135522485077401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115135522485077401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115135522485077401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115135522485077401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-soo-riding-this.html' title='I&apos;m SOO Riding This!!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115100829654873093</id><published>2006-06-22T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:31:58.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment You've All Been Waiting For...</title><content type='html'>That's right folks. I officially have a new job! The people downtown decided to go with another candidate so I decided to take the job out by O'Hare. I will not have the excitment of working in the Loop, but thats okay, I live downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start in 3 weeks, and now I can surf the Nordstrom website and not get depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115100829654873093?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115100829654873093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115100829654873093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115100829654873093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115100829654873093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/06/moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Moment You&apos;ve All Been Waiting For...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115093270889122512</id><published>2006-06-21T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:38:28.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Fiasco/Update</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated at all on my job status because I wanted to wait until I had some good news. Well, that is somewhat come to an end, but at this point I'm looking for some plain old professional advice from my daily readers. I've recieved 3 offers from 3 different companies, and so far I've crossed 2 off my list. But one job I've got a sticky situation which I'm about to explain and need some professional feedback/advice on. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Builder is owned by the Chicago Tribune, but works with other newspapers, such as Newsday and L.A. Times. I'd basically be selling online and print ads to companies who want to post jobs online, and access to a huge resume database. I'd get a decent base salary, good commission, and a week of training. Oh and my health benefits would start right away. I've heard mixed things from people who have worked there though. But the people seem really nice, and have a lot of what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have 3 offices in Chicago. One is out near the airport, and 2 are downtown. I interviewed at one downtown office but the manager and the recruiter never got back to me with an answer. Then I get a call from a manager from the O'Hare office, I tell him that I interviewed downtown but that no one ever got back to me, and I was still interested in the position. So, I go out there for interview #1, and they ask me to come back for another meeting. I agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the woodwork comes the recruiter who had me interview for the downtown location, who never bothered to call me back, or let me know what the manager had decided. She then tells me that the group that I'd be working with in that office is full. So basically that was a total waste of my time. But then she tells me that they are hiring in another downtown location. I tell her about the O'Hare interview, and she gets all blech about it because I said that I only wanted to work downtown. Well, I tell her that I thought about it, and decided that it would be best to keep my options open. So I agree to go on the interview for downtown location #2. Then this morning I get a call from the hiring manager at the O'Hare location offering me the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I've gone on the interview downtown. I tell them that I need to think about it, and they tell me to let them know by Friday morning. So, I go downtown and meet with this other manager, and he tells me at the end that he's got a few more interviews and that he'll have a decision made by the end of &lt;em&gt;next week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friends is a problem. Why? Because I have to call the people at O'Hare by Friday morning with an answer. My parents think that I should call the recruiter tommorrow and tell her that I received an offer from the O'Hare office, but I'd prefer to work downtown, is there any way that you could get me an answer by then so that I can call these people back and let them know. I don't like putting that kind of pressure on people, but seriously, its the recruiters job to help you out in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this sucks and I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115093270889122512?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115093270889122512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115093270889122512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115093270889122512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115093270889122512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/06/job-fiascoupdate.html' title='Job Fiasco/Update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-115013324553326596</id><published>2006-06-12T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:56:04.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The More You Know</title><content type='html'>A) Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Camp Counselor&lt;br /&gt;2. Guest services at children's museum.&lt;br /&gt;3. Administrative assistant&lt;br /&gt;4. Personal Shopper at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Four movies you would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1.Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;3. High Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;4. French Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicago&lt;br /&gt;2. Long Island&lt;br /&gt;3. W. Hartford, CT&lt;br /&gt;4. Newport, RI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sopranos&lt;br /&gt;2. Entourage&lt;br /&gt;3. The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E ) Four places you have been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;2. New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;3. Sun Valley, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;4. Capri, Italy&lt;br /&gt;F) Websites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. Myspace&lt;br /&gt;2. Blogger&lt;br /&gt;3. People.com&lt;br /&gt;4. Yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G ) Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom's spaghetti and meatballs&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese (aged Gouda and Brie are my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;3. Any seafood or fish&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;H) Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Orleans with my Steven. :-(&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore with Laura&lt;br /&gt;3. On TV getting my picture taken because I just won the Illinois Lottery.&lt;br /&gt;4. In my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) Four friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessica because she sent this to me via MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jen, come on you know you want to respond!! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;3. My sister Laura because she's been asking me why I haven't blogged lately.&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone who is as bored as I am right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-115013324553326596?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/115013324553326596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=115013324553326596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115013324553326596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/115013324553326596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-you-know.html' title='The More You Know'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114928339622795796</id><published>2006-06-02T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:23:16.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Courtesy</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing in life that I consider important among society and interaction with other human beings its being polite, having some ettiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutley cannot stand it when someone is impolite. It is my biggest pet peeve in the entire world of pet peeves. It amazes me how much in today's society that hardly anyone has any manners whatesoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever says excuse me, holds doors for people, says thank you, or goes out of their way to be nice or polite. It really is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, people are friendly, but not always polite. It has decreased in the last year that I've been here, at least that I've noticed. Not to mention the people that think its okay to take up the entire sidewalk and then just stop in the middle of the sidewalk to stare at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to everyone, please do your best to have some common courtsey. It really does go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114928339622795796?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114928339622795796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114928339622795796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114928339622795796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114928339622795796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/06/common-courtesy.html' title='Common Courtesy'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114910167976821937</id><published>2006-05-31T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:54:39.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Easy and the LONG Road Home</title><content type='html'>My trip to New Orleans was great. We visited the French Quarter and walked around the French Market, went down to Bourbon St, and FINALLY got to Cafe Du Monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boiling hot down there, the humidity was unbelievable too. We don't that kind of humidity here in Chicago.  I was also very happy that it was sunny the whole time that I was there, no rain at all.  The only souvenior that I brought back with me is a hat that some guy was giving out for free on the street. There were a ton of t-shirts about Katrina, and others about the city, but I would only wear something like that to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that the food was SO good. I really think that I could live off of seafood for the rest of my life. We went to Steven's parent's house on Sunday and his Mom cooked lunch/brunch it was delicious, and his grandmother and sister came over too. His grandma was so cute, I love grandma's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans sure isn't an easy place to leave. It's a very seductive city that will make you fall in love with it and want to stay there forever. It may have lost some of its beauty after Katrina, but its still a beautiful place. The people there do worry about what the future holds, but theres still a lot of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course cried on  Monday when Steven took me to the airport only to eventually deal with the long road home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at the gate reading the latest In Touch magazine,  we were told that the flight was going to be delayed 2 hours because of too much air traffic at O'Hare. Then when we thought that we were going to start boarding the plane they told us that the flight was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stood on a long line and got a flight back to Chicago yesterday. I had to fly from New Orleans to Atlanta, and then Atlanta to Chicago. Oh and while we were boarding the plane in Atlanta, the stewardist was taking people's carry-on bags because they ran out of room for carry- on's.  Then while we were in the air, the pilot got on and said that there was a holding pattern at O'Hare and that we might have to land in St. Louis. I was just like great. I'm seriously never going to get home, I never should've left New Orleans until the weather in Chicago got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it all worked out and I got back home, luggage and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet home, Chicago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114910167976821937?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114910167976821937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114910167976821937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114910167976821937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114910167976821937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-easy-and-long-road-home.html' title='The Big Easy and the LONG Road Home'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114831826577532886</id><published>2006-05-22T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:26:43.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I did get busy with interviews and going out with my friends. I should know by the end of this week about 2 jobs, and then I am supposed to have a phone interview for another job hopefully by Wednesday. So I guess what happened to me was a sign that I wasn't meant to be in my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it looks like summer will make it to Chicago by this weekend. Last night felt like November not like May. The heat needs to get here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of heat, I'm leaving on Friday for New Orleans. It's going to be really hot there and there's a 30% chance of a thunderstorm every day that I'm there. Which I don't get because I just checked the weather yesterday and it said that it was going to be sunny the whole time. I guess when it says that its going to be 90 degrees and humid theres going to be a chance of an isolated thunderstorm. But every night that I'm there it will be clear, yay to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip will be fun, I'm looking foward to getting out this city for a few days. Tonight I am going to go and see the Da Vinci Code, expect a post about that. I read the book so Tom Hanks better live up to my expectations. They should've picked Clive Owen to play the main character. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no, I haven't forgetten about you all. If I don't post again this week, I will for sure when I return from the Crescent City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114831826577532886?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114831826577532886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114831826577532886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114831826577532886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114831826577532886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114735479540032495</id><published>2006-05-11T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:39:55.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>You sang a sad song, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside and I can't help but stare out the window at the fog and the rain. Everytime it rains here a blanket of fog covers the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've reached the point in my life where someone in this city, state, country, or world wants me to completely miserable for the rest of my life. Never wants me to know what it feels like to be successful or be in love and happy. I know that this sounds ridiculous, but I'm fully convinced because of all of the things that have happened to me in the past year, and part of this year. It sure makes me wish that I did things differently, but the past is the past, its over and done with. All I can do is continue to look foward and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  Monday I decided that I was going to go into work and be brave and talk to my boss about making me a recruiter. I woke up knowing what I was going to say, and felt good about it. I realized that even though I had only started 3 months ago, that I didn't want to be in an administrative role anymore. So, my big boss calls me into his office, and I think yes, this is my big chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened.  The one thing that I've been dreading since the day that I walked into that office on my first day.  The one thing thats already happened to me and that I fear the most.  It wasn't because I just made one mistake after another,  or that I didn't work hard enough, really it was because I'm not detailed orientated enough, and yes, I do get flustered when something is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told how fantastic my attitude is, how incredible the amount of effort and enthusiasm that I put into everything I do is. How great my personality is. How much potential I have to be successful just not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt like I just got dumped. Like I was really having a bad dream and that I was going to wake up and it was going to be a beautiful Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am again. Back to where I started. I know that this kind of stuff happens all of the time to people, but I feel like a total idiot. People must seriously think that I'm totally stupid. I work so hard, and I try so hard, I bend over backwards for people, and its not enough in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, I went on an interview yesterday, and I have another one for another job today. None of which are administrative jobs.  Like the book title "He's just not that into you," applies to guys, for me its "The job was just not that into you" applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I sound upset right now I'm not. I hated that job but I loved the people. I took steps a few weeks ago to find another job and so far I've gotten a lot of calls for interviews, and 2 in one week in the same week that this happens is pretty good I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried on the way home on Monday and then I had lunch with this girl who used to work there but quit a month ago, and after I met her I started to laugh. I laughed because when you really think about this its funny. For those who know me well they'd think that it was funny. They should make a reality tv show for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a bad  day. I sang a sad song.  I laughed.  I looked up at the sky and told myself that things are going to be alright. And what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114735479540032495?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114735479540032495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114735479540032495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114735479540032495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114735479540032495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114705873567138364</id><published>2006-05-07T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:25:35.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally I'd be in bed trying to fall asleep right now but I can't sleep. I have too much on my mind right now and I just had to get it off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stop thinking about Steven, and how hard our relationship has been, and my life here. I miss him and I love him and this long-distance is SO hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I've never complained about Steven on this thing, I just never wanted anyone to think that he was a bad person. Because he's not. However, like every guy in the world he has done things that are immature and inconsiderate. When he has a bad day he feels very sorry for himself, and I think that he gives up too quickly on some things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But yet, I love him. Someone once asked me why I love him, and I said that I just do. I'm not really sure why I do. I fell in love with his southern charm, his big heart, how I could talk to him about anything, and his endearing personality traits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my head I play the morning that I was leaving to go home after Mardi Gras and how sad I was. I just felt so heart broken. I hated the whole moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have friends who think that I should break up with Steven because they think that I could find someone a lot better. My family thinks that I deserve better because Steven doesn't have the financial capabilities to take care of me right now. He's not settled into a career and he's 29 years old and they don't like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just so confused, angry, sad, lonely, and lost. My life has gotten better here, but I wish that he was here for me to share it with. I'm angry because some people think that  its okay for them to tell me how they think that I feel and what I should do and then sit there and tell me that if he's the one that I want to be with then they'll support that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have no idea how I feel inside. You only know so much about our relationship. And things are a lot easier said than done. If you are really my friend than you'd just be there for me and support me, and not preach to me about what you think that you know about relationships. Let alone mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I get constantly preached at about Steven and I'm so sick of it. I never do that to anyone. Because I'm not in the relationship and I have no right to tell you what to do. Unless the guy is treating you like total crap, than I'm just going to listen to you, be there for you, and support you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because thats what friends do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of other people making me feel like total crap about this too. I just cannot take it anymore. I'm 25 years old and I'm surrounded by so many people who tell me what they think is right for me, and I base ALL of my decisions on what they think and say. It's totally ridiculous because these are the same people who tell me to make my own decisions, to do what will make me happy. Oh, you mean what will make YOU happy. What YOU think is right for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really apologize for the venting session, its also probably due to the fact that I'm pmsing. I'll be normal again when its over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, all I have left to say is that no one is perfect and more people need to realize that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114705873567138364?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114705873567138364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114705873567138364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114705873567138364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114705873567138364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114696611636216195</id><published>2006-05-06T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:41:56.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Steven's best friend since he was a baby. He's cuute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, I don't really like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People hanging out. Evacuation route sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this house on St. Charles Avenue. If I lived there I'd want to live in a house like this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_045.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jezebel with her Mardi Gras beads on. She is so cute and sweet. I miss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Picture_039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Picture_039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big tree filled with beads. Alot of the trees were covered with beads after the parades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I lied, no pictures of Steven. I couldn't remember if there were are not, so my apologies! Hopefully he will send me some more and there will be one of the two of us. I'm going down there again for Memorial Day weekend, I'll make sure that Steven takes some good pictures so I can post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114696611636216195?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114696611636216195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114696611636216195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114696611636216195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114696611636216195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/mardi-gras-pictures.html' title='Mardi Gras Pictures'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114693948600042419</id><published>2006-05-06T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:18:06.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Jen's advice and update while I'm doing some laundry. Work has been busy, but good. I have been learning from the mistakes that I've made while there, and I've made some more new friends which is nice. Last night we celebrated officially becoming a publically traded company. I also met up with my friend Kelly who I hadn't seen in ages. The only bad part of the night was when I got out of a cab only to find that my butt was soaking wet. Totally distgusting!!! I have no idea how I didn't realize it when I sat down. So my coat and my jeans have been washed. So people, when getting into a cab, make sure you check to see that its dry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Steven have been okay. We had a "talk" about some things. Nothing bad really, just how hard it is being far away from each other. Sometimes when I think about how he moved down there I get annoyed. I feel like he should've tried harder to make things work for him here. Chicago is a big city, and even though I've had my ups and downs here I still love it here, and things have been working out for me here. But then I think about if I was him and if I had to watch my family and close friends go through hurricane Katrina. They all are very lucky that they still have homes, but it was very emotionally difficult for him to be away from them during that time. I understand why he went back there, but I feel so second best and like he just gave up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the trials and tribulations of relationships!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the weather here has gotten better and I finally got my hair cut and colored. Oh and everyone, Steven sent me some pictures via email so I'll post them soon. So you can all see what he looks like! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to head out now and enjoy the sunny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114693948600042419?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114693948600042419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114693948600042419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114693948600042419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114693948600042419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-weekend-update.html' title='Your Weekend Update'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114644428539863122</id><published>2006-04-30T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:44:45.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Tulips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/images.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/images.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Michigan Avenue during the springtime the street is lined with big flower beds of tulips. The funny thing about that is the mayor apparently uses money from parking tickets towards the flower beds. So I guess in the end everything is for a good cause. Tulips are my absolute favorite flower. I want them at my wedding. Particularly the yellow ones with the red streak in them. I like all of the other colors too. I think thats why I like tulips so much, because of all of the colors, goes along with the fact that I love bright colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to post about this because its been rainy and windy all weekend that a lot of the tulips petals have fallen off. We did need the rain, but it always makes me kinda sad to see the tulips like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to really win me over, bring me some tulips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114644428539863122?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114644428539863122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114644428539863122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114644428539863122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114644428539863122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/ode-to-tulips.html' title='Ode to Tulips'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114575074824409677</id><published>2006-04-22T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:05:48.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Windy City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/whitsox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/whitsox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; US Cellular Field, the former Commiskey Park, home of the White Sox (just went to my first game on Tuesday night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Wrigley_Field4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Wrigley_Field4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs (I go out in Wrigleyville a lot, its a lot of fun in the summertime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/waterTower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/waterTower.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michigan Avenue, shopping heaven (where I spend all of my money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/chicagoSkyline.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/chicagoSkyline.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The skyline along Lake Michigan (I can't believe how blue the lake is in this picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night when I was out with Lauren we heard the Frank Sinatra song, Chicago. It inspired me to post a few images of the city. I've had some really good times here, and some bad times, but its only made me stronger. It really is a great city though, and I feel very lucky to live here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114575074824409677?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114575074824409677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114575074824409677' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114575074824409677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114575074824409677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/windy-city.html' title='The Windy City'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114503502122366211</id><published>2006-04-14T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:17:01.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this from &lt;a href="http://toddiet123.blogspot.com/"&gt;JennyG&lt;/a&gt;. Because I can't think of anything to post today and who wants to hear about how boring this day has been so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Five Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sight: The building shining in the sunlight in the morning on the way to work, fresh tulips,the clock when it reads 5:30 pm, seeing a box of shoes  that I want in my size.&lt;br /&gt;Smell: Steven, lilacs, cookies baking,  whe there is that hickory-smokey smell in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Taste: Mom's pesto, a really good burger, fresh seafood, dill, cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Hear: Traffic in the morning, Steven's voice, my favorite songs, the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Touch: Steven, designer shoes, walking on a cold marble floor, my sheneale sweater, my down comforter on a cold night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114503502122366211?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114503502122366211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114503502122366211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114503502122366211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114503502122366211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114477620709962684</id><published>2006-04-11T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:23:27.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/articles/0,19736,1175007,00.html"&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow Has a Boy&lt;/a&gt; and named him Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what were they thinking?! I just don't get it anymore. My kids are getting normal names. If I was famous I'd also give my kids normal names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids also better be REALLY good looking. So far little Apple is adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114477620709962684?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114477620709962684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114477620709962684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114477620709962684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114477620709962684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114467891383116965</id><published>2006-04-10T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:21:53.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays...</title><content type='html'>I've got a case of the ol' Mondays. Or maybe its just "the blues." I'm sure that half of the world is feeling how I feel right now too. So at least I don't feel too alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was talking to my Mom, (my parents are in NY) I just totally broke down. I told her that I didn't think that I really liked my job anymore. Or maybe its just on Mondays and Tuesdays I don't like it. I just feel really overwhelmed sometimes, and like I'm not doing a good job. Last week was a bad week, and even though its over, I just can't get over it. I thought about it all weekend, and I hated the fact that I was thinking about it too. I know that I should never take anything personally, but I do. I do because I feel terrible when I can't do anything to help someone, or I've made a mistake thats hard to fix. My Mom told me that there were days when she was great at her job, and times when she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that no one is perfect, but I'm a perfectionist, so I stress big time when things don't go according to plan. I also don't always a lot of paitence. Some people just irritate crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss Steven more than ever, and can't wait until I've got my arms wrapped around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the people here, but I hate being in this type of role. But I've only been here two months so I think that I should try and give it more time. My mom thinks that I should talk to my boss about being put into the recruiter role, but I don't think that I've been here long enough to do that.  I'm also SO scared because of all of the bad luck that I've had in the past with jobs. I don't know how to get over this fear, and I  also wonder if anyone out there really gets how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114467891383116965?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114467891383116965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114467891383116965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114467891383116965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114467891383116965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case of the Mondays...'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114425820940765644</id><published>2006-04-05T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:30:09.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Of Those Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Work can't always go swimmingly, and this is the kind of day where your computer keeps crashing, your meeting reminders somehow go missing and your boss is being a stinker. Cut your losses and leave early. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This should've been my horoscope for yesterday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114425820940765644?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114425820940765644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114425820940765644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114425820940765644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114425820940765644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One Of Those Days!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114411896862001894</id><published>2006-04-03T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:56:16.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this from JennyG</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weird things/habits about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I never touch a door leading into a public place with my bare hand, if I do I use Purell or wash my hands in a ladies room.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I'm shopping for clothes I never take the first shirt or pair of pants in my size, I always take the last one.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am just a total germ-a-phobe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mayonaise totally grosses me out to the point where I can't even look at it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like candy that is apple, banana, or pineapple flavored.&lt;br /&gt;6. If I don't like someone it bothers me that I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm a total weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114411896862001894?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114411896862001894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114411896862001894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114411896862001894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114411896862001894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/stole-this-from-jennyg.html' title='Stole this from JennyG'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114403287293641018</id><published>2006-04-02T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:54:32.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordstrom</title><content type='html'>I really need to get better about updating!!! I am just so tired during the week to post when I get home, and my desk at work is in a pool of other desks so there really isn't any privacy. Not to mention I barely have anytime to think when I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to come clean and say that I think that I may be obessed with Nordstorm. This weekend was the second weekend in a row that Lauren and I made a trip there. This is insane. I'm also on a mission to buy shoes. Why I'm not sure. Sometimes I feel like I shop to hide my sadness for missing Steven so much. Other times I think that its just because I live in the middle of all of the major shopping in downtown Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's REALLY HARD people. If you are a shopaholic you might just cry or die if you saw the shopping on Michigan Avenue. Just don't go on a Saturday because very large crowds of suburbanites and tourists come and move slow and take up the whole sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone has any advice for on how to get over this early budding obession, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114403287293641018?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114403287293641018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114403287293641018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114403287293641018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114403287293641018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/04/nordstrom.html' title='Nordstrom'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114339510358281779</id><published>2006-03-26T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:45:03.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Caroline_and_Gina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Caroline_and_Gina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and Gina when we went out over Christmas. Gina and I did everything together at Salve. I posted this picture since the ones of Steven that I scanned don't seem to work when I upload them onto here. If anyone has any suggestions on how to do that, let me know. Since Jen had asked me to post some pictures of him. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying to post more pictures later. Its sunny and 43 degrees here today, and that is practically tropical here, so I am going to get ready to go out. Maybe I'll spend some more money at Nordstrom. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than I don't have much to post about. I hate when that happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114339510358281779?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114339510358281779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114339510358281779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114339510358281779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114339510358281779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114259929708985747</id><published>2006-03-17T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:41:37.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top o' the mornin to ya. Just kidding that sounded ridiculous. At least it would if any of you actually heard me say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that today should be a made into an official city of Chicago holiday because from this afternoon until like 4 am tommorow morning it is going to be crazy here. Last weekend they had the 2 big parades, and the dying of the Chicago River. Yes, they actually dye the river green here. I wonder what they use. Anyway, the two parades that they had and do every year are one downtown thats fun but kinda boring, and one on the south side of the city which is supposed to be the crazier one. I have never gone, maybe if they didn't have it on a Sunday though. Who wants to go to work on Monday that exhausted or hungover, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its been fun this week going to work and seeing the green river. I also enjoyed seeing all of the decor that people wore last weekend, and I can only imagine what they will be wearing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you out there I wish you lots of good luck and happiness, and don't forget to wear green today!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114259929708985747?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114259929708985747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114259929708985747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114259929708985747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114259929708985747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114239138807679886</id><published>2006-03-14T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:56:28.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/technology/chi-0603140136mar14,1,2188893.story?coll=chi-news-hed"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Memoriam...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/technology/chi-0603140136mar14,1,2188893.story?coll=chi-news-hed"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'My ... iPod died'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If this ever happened to me, I think that I would cry too. Twice I got a funny message on my screen,  something about disk space and that it was okay to disconnect. I pressed the reset and the menu button at the same time and it worked. Then there was the time that it wouldn't turn off for about a week. Even when I would put it on the charger. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy, and I hope that it never happens to me. If it does, I'm buying a new pair of Manolo Blahniks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that Bono should buy this guy a new iPod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114239138807679886?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114239138807679886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114239138807679886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114239138807679886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114239138807679886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/03/rip-ipod.html' title='RIP iPod'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114230190128478358</id><published>2006-03-13T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:05:01.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was just way too crazy of a Monday. I don't mind crazy days because they go by fast, but on Monday's especially in the morning my brain is total mush and I am sleepy until I finish my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I did today that was kind of random was run an errand for the other office manager is a superior of mine because her boss is like the president for the entire office suite. Anyway, I had to go to the bank and do a deposit and then drop off a CD an some office for some guy. Today was also a typical Chicago-March-weather day. It was cloudy, 45 degrees, and there was a wind advisory today for the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hour break from my desk was quite eventful let me tell you. While walking to the bank I saw the governor of Illinois standing on the street talking to someone, and then after that I decided to walk to this other office to drop off this important CD. Well, little did I know it was going to so windy outside let alone cold and windy. Oh and that the office building that I had to go to was a bazillion blocks away. I think that on days like today I am going to have to put sand in my pockets so that I don't blow away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however get a chance to admire the "green" Chicago River. They dye it green for St. Patrick's Day. That is a whole other post though. I just figured it was about time that I updated for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My St. Patrick's Day post will be coming up though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114230190128478358?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114230190128478358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114230190128478358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114230190128478358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114230190128478358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/03/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114151638517057912</id><published>2006-03-04T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:53:05.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post since I've been back. I've just been so exhausted from work that I just end up coming home and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my trip was great. I really wished that I could've stayed longer especially since its so warm there. Steven is doing well, he doesn't really like his job that much, but he knows that it will get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His apartment was really nice too, and I have to say its nicer than the one that he had here! I also finally got to meet his mom and his sister. His mom is very sweet, she took me to lunch before dropping me off at the airport. I didn't get to talk to his sister that much because she had a bunch of her friends around her when we were at all of the parades, so I hope that next time I will be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the parades, they were so much fun. The floats were so clever and creative, and the costumes were pretty cool. It wasn't too crowded either which made it even better. We also went down to the French Quarter which was a lot of fun too. Bourbon St was crazy, but it was all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the damage of the city, where Steven lives its totally intact, and so is the  French Quarter and the parts of downtown that I saw. We didn't drive around the really bad parts because I really didn't want to see anything depressing. But when you fly over the city you can see miles of blue roofs, its sad. Not to mention the highway that we were on driving from the airport to Steven's was completely underwater at one point. On the walls that divide the highways you could see a faint line showing how high the water was. I thought that was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to say that the people of New Orleans have really turned their sadness into hope, and humor. This one parade totally made fun FEMA,  the mayor, Katrina, and everything that they went through. I know that its wrong to make fun of it, but some of these people have been through SO MUCH that if humor helps them heal their pain, than I support it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was so emotional for me. I cried the day that I left, especially since Steven couldn't take me to the airport because he had to go back to work. This trip has made me do a lot of thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to stay in Chicago without Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this city, but I love Steven more and more every day and I hate being far away from him. I've cried every day since I got back. If there's one thing that I've learned while being with him there its that true love and happiness are the most important things in life. Everything else just falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats that. Oh and yes, I got a TON of beads, but no I didn't flash anyone to get them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114151638517057912?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114151638517057912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114151638517057912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114151638517057912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114151638517057912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-orleans_114151638517057912.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114066212286387388</id><published>2006-02-22T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:35:22.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, Random Crap.</title><content type='html'>So far my new job has been going well. The people that I work with are all really cool and nice. They're also all young too so I've met lots of new people.  My "big boss" Dave punked me on my first day, and today they all told me not to have too many hurricane's while I'm in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, thats right. I'M GOIN TO MARDI GRAS!! I leave tomorrow morning and I'm SOOO excited. I cannot wait to see my Steven, I've missed him SO much. I also finally get to meet his mom and his sister, along with some of his friends. It will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, and I'm sure that JennyG will love this, hehe I saw Oprah coming out of my building. The doorman tried to tell me that it wasn't her, but tonight when I came home from work he told me it was really her. She looks a lot thinner in person, and she had make up on so I think thats why I really knew that it was her. She still irritates me but I was happy to finally see a celeb in the building!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've gotta finish watchin' American Idol and packing. Then I'm off to bed because I have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114066212286387388?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114066212286387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114066212286387388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114066212286387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114066212286387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates-random-crap.html' title='Updates, Random Crap.'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562651.post-114030829285031198</id><published>2006-02-18T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:18:12.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes That I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/MASHIEV7TH.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/MASHIEV7TH.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/Laurisa_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/Laurisa_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/1600/15122-COG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/448/1071/320/15122-COG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a few paychecks from my new job, I'm going to buy the following pairs of shoes. The wedge ones I actually want in black, they are from Aldo. The pumps are from Nine West and are western inspired. I think that I'm going to go for the camel colored ones. The boots are from Nordstrom's and even though they are Brass Plum (juniors) shoes I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that I'd share this with you all. Its absolutley FREEZING here and its supposed to be 2 below tonight. No joke. Not to mention windy. Therefore I am not going anywhere tonight!! I can't wait until Thursday when I'm in New Orleans and it will be nice and WARM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562651-114030829285031198?l=iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/feeds/114030829285031198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562651&amp;postID=114030829285031198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114030829285031198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562651/posts/default/114030829285031198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveshoesnbags.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoes-that-i-want.html' title='Shoes That I Want'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964482771826831315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
