<?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-1791901984170624994</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:13:48.828-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='pup'/><category term='Stockings'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='My Man'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Submission'/><category term='engagment'/><category term='Cute things'/><category term='Change'/><category term='reactions'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='vintage accessories'/><category term='classic movies'/><category term='job'/><category term='travel'/><category term='rollers'/><category term='family time'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='Steampunk'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Bound and Determined</title><subtitle type='html'>The life of a blossoming pin up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-5035432286200454376</id><published>2010-07-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:03:43.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><title type='text'>Fine Lingerie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got asked to add a link to a lingerie site, you can find it on my page under Fine Lingerie. I decided to check it out and found some really cute things.&lt;div&gt;I love polka dots and I found so many things that I would love to have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you check it out and find anything you like before July 30, 2010 then use this coupo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n, love5, to get 5% off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some things that I liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TDX2ipvj7RI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2EqjeVZMx8I/s1600/5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TDX2ipvj7RI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2EqjeVZMx8I/s200/5908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491566395829513490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TDX1z4ESNfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z9bNAmQReWg/s1600/4501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Anyone ever heard of &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steampunk"&gt;Steampunk&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfp42OiHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i_WoakBxjP4/s1600/steampunk_dress_code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfp42OiHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i_WoakBxjP4/s200/steampunk_dress_code.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952425422588018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled the sucker and as far as I can tell its a kind of old west/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfLw6J14I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_3GiJWxHbUQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfLw6J14I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_3GiJWxHbUQ/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487951907895498626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    hippy chic/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfpOKT6hI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bU9nUFKVZAY/s1600/il_430xN.153624999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfpOKT6hI/AAAAAAAAAO8/bU9nUFKVZAY/s200/il_430xN.153624999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952413964102162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sci fi love child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkgqFgaAZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WAsOZa6UgoY/s1600/ChristineasReise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkgqFgaAZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WAsOZa6UgoY/s200/ChristineasReise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487953528332353938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only limited to fashion it also includes tricking out your modern electronic gadgets to make them look like they are from the old west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfXn63kPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7yBnVF9bV7M/s1600/dj-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfXn63kPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7yBnVF9bV7M/s200/dj-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952111641006322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having flash backs to Wild Wild West and League of Extraordinary Gentleman (if you haven't seen either of these movies your way behind, go rent them).&lt;br /&gt;The fashion end can range from t-shirts and jewlery with cogs and gears splashed across the front,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfoo39dVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vq5Kbm6rEhk/s1600/il_430xN.153048228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfoo39dVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/vq5Kbm6rEhk/s200/il_430xN.153048228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952403955021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfoCTFE0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0LRyFuD8CNM/s1600/il_430xN.136329526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfoCTFE0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/0LRyFuD8CNM/s200/il_430xN.136329526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952393599783746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to full blown dresses complete with bustle and of course all the mish mosh of in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your goggles, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfpdmuZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/QLvCDS07ZZY/s1600/il_430xN.154576046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfpdmuZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/QLvCDS07ZZY/s200/il_430xN.154576046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952418109810578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;otherwise you won't be able to see during your crazy time warping expidentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One common theme is the ladies outfits are usually pretty hot, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfYde-bBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PamkE_DRQE4/s1600/donna-ricci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfYde-bBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PamkE_DRQE4/s200/donna-ricci1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952126019529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the guys end up looking kinda dorky..... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfXHIEkMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ED2XQaKIlcY/s1600/armed_by_vladislausdantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfXHIEkMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ED2XQaKIlcY/s200/armed_by_vladislausdantes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487952102838014146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe that's cause dorky guys have taken up this fashion (no offense intended). You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;They kind of remind me of these guys when I was living on campus who used to dress up as knights and battle to the death with giant foam weapons wrapped in duck tape (wrong era, but you get the idea). I'm still deciding how I feel about this particular trend. I'll let you know once I make up my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6232889517527323254?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6232889517527323254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/steampunk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6232889517527323254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6232889517527323254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/steampunk.html' title='Steampunk'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TCkfp42OiHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i_WoakBxjP4/s72-c/steampunk_dress_code.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-4488112069216949965</id><published>2010-06-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:04:17.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage accessories'/><title type='text'>ETSY</title><content type='html'>One of my very good friends introduced me to this site the other day. I'm on a mission to find a flower clip for my hair and trust her to know right where to go. Honestly, I'm not sure how I survived without her. Anyhow, she plopped me down and immediately began to show me the numerous options that &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;ETSY&lt;/a&gt; offered. There are hundreds of sellers, its kind of like ebay, only for girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;Check out these sweet purple pumps I found, aren't they adorable? Good thing for my man I not a spender otherwise I would be saying come to mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGKzR1-UYI/AAAAAAAAANs/zRPEVEZ5PRU/s1600/il_430xN.141790028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGKzR1-UYI/AAAAAAAAANs/zRPEVEZ5PRU/s200/il_430xN.141790028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314835054350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found cameos! (Shocker I know...) Check out this mermaid ring! I would have preferred it as a necklace, but its still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGK8FO7U0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/t7iJCH1pLWg/s1600/il_430xN.150358992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGK8FO7U0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/t7iJCH1pLWg/s200/il_430xN.150358992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314986288173890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not forget flowers! :) It's the reason i started this post in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGK4R3BMkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6lpCqaRzvgg/s1600/il_430xN.144562132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGK4R3BMkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6lpCqaRzvgg/s200/il_430xN.144562132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481314920958079554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Hats! Love the red cloche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGLAjmbvQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7U0S9waxvOc/s1600/il_430xN.150563842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGLAjmbvQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7U0S9waxvOc/s200/il_430xN.150563842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481315063159307522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop reading this and go look for your self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-4488112069216949965?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4488112069216949965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/etsy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4488112069216949965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4488112069216949965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/etsy.html' title='ETSY'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/TBGKzR1-UYI/AAAAAAAAANs/zRPEVEZ5PRU/s72-c/il_430xN.141790028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-6034901530708530372</id><published>2010-04-22T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:47:47.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Out of Town</title><content type='html'>My man and I had to do an impromptu trip out of state just recently and although we were dealing with some not so fun things we decided to make the best of it. We flew up to Washington where we started our journey and then drove 5 hours to Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Oregon we detoured and stopped to see Bridal Falls. It was so pretty and we really enjoyed getting out to stretch and the short hike down to the waterfall. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kFMmiHShI/AAAAAAAAANI/zNQd2u1CGtI/s1600/DSCN2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kFMmiHShI/AAAAAAAAANI/zNQd2u1CGtI/s200/DSCN2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465405336851008018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kETmb_TQI/AAAAAAAAANA/-VcLxjsFfaw/s1600/DSCN2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kETmb_TQI/AAAAAAAAANA/-VcLxjsFfaw/s200/DSCN2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465404357572775170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Oregon for a couple days and then decided instead of flying back we would brave the 17 hour drive back home.So what did I do?  I called my mother to find out what would be the best place to stop on the way back. We really only had time to squeeze one detour into our journey home so we went with her recommendation of Burney Falls. It was totally worth it... once we found our way there!&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up directions and followed them exactly, only when we got the to end there was no water fall!!! We drove a little further (about 2 miles) and then finally saw another lonely soul driving towards us. It was a little old lady who lived in the area, she kindly gave us alternate directions and informed us the road we were on was a horse shoe shape and we wanted to be on the other end. So we headed back out to the main road and found the other side. She had told us to watch out for a turn off on the side of the road... after we passed at least the 5th one we decided to pull over and start walking in. We found a closed off road and hiked in following it for about 10 minutes. Then we found camp sites! The falls couldn't be far! We hiked in from the road and found the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kHOryiL1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/E4aka9LnBzQ/s1600/DSCN2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kHOryiL1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/E4aka9LnBzQ/s200/DSCN2818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465407571645050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hiked 15 minutes back in the direction we had come listening for the sound of roaring water. We stumbled upon a bridge and found a sign pointing in the direction we needed to go. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kNmWUa9vI/AAAAAAAAANY/Vu705ZHa68w/s1600/DSCN2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kNmWUa9vI/AAAAAAAAANY/Vu705ZHa68w/s200/DSCN2819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465414575268230898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory! 5 minutes later we were standing in front of the most beautiful water fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kOionbJlI/AAAAAAAAANg/IBpiM8PzOYQ/s1600/DSCN2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kOionbJlI/AAAAAAAAANg/IBpiM8PzOYQ/s200/DSCN2833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465415610971924050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hike back out we found the turn off that we were originally looking for about a 2 minute walk from the bridge. We walked out to the road and realized we were a half a mile from our car and both of us started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? It was an adventure and it was totally worth it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6034901530708530372?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6034901530708530372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6034901530708530372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6034901530708530372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S9kFMmiHShI/AAAAAAAAANI/zNQd2u1CGtI/s72-c/DSCN2779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8991012103377550073</id><published>2010-04-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:39:48.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><title type='text'>Lacy Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LUUXohRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kf9kMHnnEX4/s1600/fred+and+ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LUUXohRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kf9kMHnnEX4/s200/fred+and+ginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458023348345275666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love underwear, more than shoes, more than jewelry, and way more than make up. I love how a silky pair of undies can make you feel more sexy then anything else you are wearing. How lace can transform how you walk and the amount of confidence you have. In essence a good base to your outfit can dictate how you wear everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I went on the hunt for vintage style underthings. When it comes to undergarments I prefer modern materials (old lace and get stiff and sometimes even crumbly from frequent washes and age). &lt;a href="http://www.dollhousebettie.com/pinup-sets/view-all-products.html?orderby=product_cdate&amp;amp;start=42"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Dollhouse Bettie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a wide range of style, from the 30's to modern.&lt;br /&gt;I especially loved this little number! Who wouldn't feel sexy wearing&lt;a href="http://www.dollhousebettie.com/retro-pinup-lingerie/3563-mary-green-nouveau-retro-pink-black-silk-teddy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;under their clothes everyday? Or how about &lt;a href="http://www.dollhousebettie.com/all-sleepwear-slips/2533-chanteuse-stretch-silk-belle-epoch-jumper.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Make sure you take a peek around this site, it's well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The next site I found was &lt;a href="http://www.lucyb.com/Dahila-Underwire-Bra-p55.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lucy B's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It has a smaller range of things, but still some cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.heavenlyvintagelingerie.com/store/cat/60.Nightgowns,.Peignoirs.&amp;amp;.Robes"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has some really cute vintage style panties, bras, and whatever else your little heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;The cute lacy robe caught my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LTnQwZnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bLJz0NTqNCc/s1600/60168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LTnQwZnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bLJz0NTqNCc/s200/60168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458023336236836466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LUD-EOcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZYt8-unDQXk/s1600/dita_bras_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LUD-EOcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZYt8-unDQXk/s200/dita_bras_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458023343943072194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8991012103377550073?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8991012103377550073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/lacy-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8991012103377550073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8991012103377550073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/lacy-things.html' title='Lacy Things'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S77LUUXohRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kf9kMHnnEX4/s72-c/fred+and+ginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-1570908767915008747</id><published>2010-04-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:28:02.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage accessories'/><title type='text'>The Cameo Search</title><content type='html'>For one, I have to say I'm sorry that I have been so lax about putting up posts. School has really been taking up the majority of my time, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;Now onto something worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the hunt for a new cameo, since mine broke and I have yet to figure out how to fix it... I am avoiding super gluing it back together. I came across some pretty cool sites that had beautiful jewelry. Now I am a classic black and white kind of girl, but there is no denying that the colored cameos are really eye catching, esp. the blue ones.&lt;br /&gt;Now this site of &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.cameoheaven.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Victorian Jewelery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not only cameos, but also a collection of fabulous vintage jewelery and an assortment of other random things.... &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.cameoheaven.com/hongkongspoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;vintage silverware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyone? The cameo of the week was a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;This site,&lt;a href="http://www.renaissancejewelers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Renaissance Jewelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has some really beautiful stuff, its kind of &lt;a href="http://www.renaissancejewelers.com/gsrings.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but if you like vintage it's a great to take a peek at. If you are not into the vintage look you could probably by something more modern for a comparable price.&lt;br /&gt;Last site is by far my favorite out of my search today, &lt;a href="http://vintagejewelrylane.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Vintage Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The site its self is very well put together and appealing and the jewelry is so great! (It also made me realize why my grandma loves Avon, I did not know it has been around forever!) Oh and just so you know &lt;a href="http://vintagejewelrylane.com/vintage-owl-figural-marbled-pendant-necklace-with-amber-lucite-eyes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;owls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are making a come back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pick from the cameo search is this one -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S7vbvo5L5mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OiB_M1AQLE/s1600/M501206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S7vbvo5L5mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OiB_M1AQLE/s200/M501206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457196984967095906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-1570908767915008747?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1570908767915008747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-one-i-have-to-say-im-sorry-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1570908767915008747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1570908767915008747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-one-i-have-to-say-im-sorry-that-i.html' title='The Cameo Search'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/S7vbvo5L5mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2OiB_M1AQLE/s72-c/M501206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-3683324558443325107</id><published>2009-12-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:03:05.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Take One</title><content type='html'>My man and I opened your gifts to each other early this year, since we are not going to be together for Christmas. I was so excited that he did not guess what his presents were before he opened them this year! (He has a habit of doing so and it makes me so mad!)&lt;br /&gt;He got a Betty Page poster (wearing, of course, the famous leopard print bikini), a pirate calendar, a beer mug, and to round off the manly gifts a set of drill bits (Aren't I a nice fiance?).&lt;br /&gt;He got a me a beautiful book, The Great American Pin-Up. I have been ogling that book for a while now. It has picture from many famous artists ranging from the 20's to the 50's. I love it!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AMK/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SzOsFMUFQmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PHo6J9C1nkI/s1600-h/44051289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SzOsFMUFQmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PHo6J9C1nkI/s320/44051289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418863981861618274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AMK/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover and some of the great pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SzOsFUyNxaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pixYGxIE4yE/s1600-h/44062503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SzOsFUyNxaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pixYGxIE4yE/s320/44062503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418863984135488930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more pics after Christmas :) I am anticipating some good things this year! Mom has been especially sneaky and that's always a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-3683324558443325107?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3683324558443325107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-take-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3683324558443325107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3683324558443325107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-take-one.html' title='Merry Christmas Take One'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SzOsFMUFQmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PHo6J9C1nkI/s72-c/44051289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8071972743435505521</id><published>2009-11-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:56:47.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Weekends are not for school</title><content type='html'>I am apologizing in advance for this post and all of its rant like qualities!&lt;br /&gt;I had a very interesting past couple of day. I had to take a computer class to satisfy a requirement after transferring schools. We had about a day and a half to film and edit a movie, tight schedule, but it could be done. Enter the most discouraging group member that has ever been found in the world.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is that I'm glad the only man I have to be submissive to is my man.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Controlling, told us what to wear, what each persons job was, and if any one would suggest an idea he would shout over you insisting that he had a better one.&lt;br /&gt;This man insisted that we meet him at 8 in the morning to buy props for our video. We should have started filming at 8. Two hours later, after shopping, meeting his fiance, and unloading his already prop filled car, we arrived at the school.&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the room our teacher looked up and said,"Already done?". Needless to say our faces fell and one of my group members almost started hyperventilating. "Not even started," I replied for the group. The teachers eyes widened and she told how worried she was and that we only had 4 hours to complete the whole project.&lt;br /&gt;**Side note - Did you know for every 10 seconds of film its 2 hours of editing?&lt;br /&gt;As our difficulty causing member took a bathroom break the rest of us ran for the hills to find a spot to begin filming, leaving all of his props behind and only taking the essentials (the camera and us). Next thing we know here comes our favorite person carry every prop he could carry to the filming site. &lt;br /&gt;He, of course, had the biggest role and began instructing everyone on their lines and were to stand. Now can you guess who got stage fright and needed to be fed his lines? If you guessed our problem member, you guessed right!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us remaining, although now on the verge of insanity, finally took over and filmed the whole video in an hour. We then ran back to the computer lab and began editing our video (thank goodness this part was individual). I barely finished my video in time for our class presentation and of course my video was chosen to be shown to the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who was not even close to being finished? Yet some how at the end of my video presentation he has the balls to announce to everyone in the room that he wished we had more time so out group had something more worthwhile to show them.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed as I was, all I could do was laugh, because punching some one for insulting your hard work is considered inappropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8071972743435505521?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8071972743435505521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-are-not-for-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8071972743435505521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8071972743435505521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekends-are-not-for-school.html' title='Weekends are not for school'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8342624150534063979</id><published>2009-10-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:22:45.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Center Pieces</title><content type='html'>The wedding planning is slowly coming along... VERY slowly.... I always thought it would be much more exciting. Maybe its just because it seems so far away still.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the most recent project is picking out center pieces. I found some pictures of things that I like. Everything is similar, just a few things here or there that are differnt. The biggest set back of course is cost, my man and I are on a tight budget, so we shall see how this all unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;To the most important part! The pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOrOIFjunI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAaGw3yGkqQ/s1600-h/2578558011_9dee91f222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOrOIFjunI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAaGw3yGkqQ/s320/2578558011_9dee91f222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391841438069930610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOrNltUaHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mbu1PTnm9Jc/s1600-h/CitronOrchid-E-3-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOrMusM6QI/AAAAAAAAALk/iCJqkB--Rgo/s320/019-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391841414072822018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOsFG8YyhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Obu_72vPU2c/s1600-h/2271887975_e5ba45a9c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOsFG8YyhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Obu_72vPU2c/s320/2271887975_e5ba45a9c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391842382655834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8342624150534063979?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8342624150534063979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/center-pieces.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8342624150534063979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8342624150534063979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/center-pieces.html' title='Center Pieces'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/StOrOIFjunI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wAaGw3yGkqQ/s72-c/2578558011_9dee91f222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-1352126710902672574</id><published>2009-10-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:47:43.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>This is a pair of red pumps that My Man bought for me. I think they are so cute, although they are sitting and looking cute shoes not walking around shoes. My feet let me know that pretty quickly after the first time I wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Ss18VjgehLI/AAAAAAAAALU/HoLM7XNnwZ4/s1600-h/black+and+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Ss18VjgehLI/AAAAAAAAALU/HoLM7XNnwZ4/s320/black+and+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390101038782907570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Ss18WPCe6kI/AAAAAAAAALc/TozY7jpDtOQ/s1600-h/shoe+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Ss18WPCe6kI/AAAAAAAAALc/TozY7jpDtOQ/s320/shoe+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390101050468264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-1352126710902672574?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1352126710902672574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/red.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1352126710902672574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1352126710902672574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Ss18VjgehLI/AAAAAAAAALU/HoLM7XNnwZ4/s72-c/black+and+red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-5302218807601635151</id><published>2009-10-03T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:58:14.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Patterns</title><content type='html'>I recently bought a pair of patterned stockings and I LOVE them. Go figure since I always claimed tights were itchy. I have changed my mind, since I am trying to follow dress code and am sticking to skirts and dresses, and classrooms can be cold places when you have no control over the AC. So here is a little peak of the new leg wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must add that the same little boy I mentioned in another post, the one who was so against my choice of pants, stared me down when I wore these and announce, after pointing to my legs," I like those" and with a grin on his face, returned to his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEM_3YzmI/AAAAAAAAALM/4GETAn3mfhs/s1600-h/DSCN2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEM_3YzmI/AAAAAAAAALM/4GETAn3mfhs/s320/DSCN2319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561575497485922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEL6LGeiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_Z3G4WkgiBk/s1600-h/DSCN2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEL6LGeiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_Z3G4WkgiBk/s320/DSCN2313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561556789688866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEMSwULLI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZWx2XTysTSs/s1600-h/DSCN2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEMSwULLI/AAAAAAAAALE/ZWx2XTysTSs/s320/DSCN2316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388561563388226738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-5302218807601635151?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5302218807601635151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/patterns.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/5302218807601635151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/5302218807601635151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/patterns.html' title='Patterns'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SsgEM_3YzmI/AAAAAAAAALM/4GETAn3mfhs/s72-c/DSCN2319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-4759031517098585444</id><published>2009-09-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:26:07.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Teacher, Teacher...</title><content type='html'>I recently started student teaching and I had my first day in the classroom a couple days ago. I had a rather funny instance occur that i thought I would share. We were informed that when you student teach, every day is an interview, which means I will be "interviewing"for approximately a year. Therefore we were encouraged to dress nicely whenever we were in the classroom. I carefully planned my outfit for my first day, dress slacks, a flowing black top that was not to revealing, and a pair of heels. Upon arriving at the classroom and meeting my teacher I started feeling a touch over dressed. This could possibly stem from the fact that she was wearing flip flops, a jean skirt, and a tank top. I shook it off and decided its ok, she does not have to look nice, she already has a job teaching.&lt;br /&gt;   Now for the funny part. As I stood behind one of the tables overseeing a writing project one of the little boys turned in his seat and started staring at me. I could see the wheels turning in his inquiring little first grade mind and raised my eyebrows as  I looked down at him. He finally reached out and tapped me on the leg.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" &lt;br /&gt;"Um, teacher, you know... " He paused and surveyed my outfit again.&lt;br /&gt;" Well, you know that you don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wear dress up clothes when you come to school. You can just wear normal clothes like the teacher."&lt;br /&gt;I stifled a giggle and raised my eyebrows again, "Do you not like my clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;His eyes widened and he looked me over one more time. "No-oo, I like your clothes, its just, well, the bottom" He finally stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't like my shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I like your shoes, its just... This..." He reached out and touched the bottom of my wide legged pants. "Its just so big." He said triumphantly, finally putting words to the thoughts that were swirling in his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see. Well, I like them like that. That's why I bought them."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ok." and then with one last glance he turned back to his writing.&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do not to burst out in laughter! I quickly turned and walked away, grinning hugely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-4759031517098585444?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4759031517098585444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-teacher.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4759031517098585444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4759031517098585444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-teacher.html' title='Teacher, Teacher...'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8969335232453181116</id><published>2009-09-01T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:36:10.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>I recently acquired an incredibly cute pair of pumps. Black, patent leather and suede, 3 inch heels from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.aerosoles.com/"&gt;Aerosoles&lt;/a&gt;. They also have a double lining of memory foam inside, They are one of the most comfortable heels that I own, excluding wedges. The brand is a comfort brand so some times the cuteness factor is slightly off, but they did have a couple of cute things.&lt;br /&gt;I took a page out of&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://theevilshoefairy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fairy's&lt;/a&gt; book and snapped a couple photos for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26QnWXcCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7iOS-55-vms/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26QnWXcCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7iOS-55-vms/s320/cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376658324753707042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26Q4OAHUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_J7YxKu3hhA/s1600-h/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26Q4OAHUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_J7YxKu3hhA/s320/tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376658329282026818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26RpX96II/AAAAAAAAAK0/W-RTgtXLFlA/s1600-h/sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26RpX96II/AAAAAAAAAK0/W-RTgtXLFlA/s320/sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376658342477162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8969335232453181116?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8969335232453181116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8969335232453181116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8969335232453181116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sp26QnWXcCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7iOS-55-vms/s72-c/cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-2770972554272779072</id><published>2009-08-30T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:55:11.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>An Adventure</title><content type='html'>My mother has been working out of town for about a month now and I decided that it was time to pay her a visit. We had not decided what we wanted to do when I got there, but a trip to the Huntington Library and Gardens seemed like the perfect thing. Poor Mom has been asking to go there every Mother's Day for the past 6 years and we never seem to make it! So with that in mind we packed ourselves into the car and headed to the park. There was a little glitch in our plans however. Upon arriving and stepping out of the car we realized it was 106 degrees outside and shade did not seem to be one of the main factors while looking across the grounds. We simultaneously turned and retreated back to the air conditioned space of our car. Giggling we decided to take in a movie instead (we never go to the movies, being of the mind that if you want to see it just wait till it comes out on video and pay 2 dollars for it instead of 10).&lt;br /&gt;On our way back into town Mom spotted another park that she had been wanting to take a peek at. Trees seemed to be one of the biggest landscaping items, so we pulled into the parking lot, grabbed our water bottles, and braved the heat. The park was lovely; it had a small memorial for veterans on one end, a park area, a huge grass field, and multiple paths for walking or riding bikes. We did one circuit and then bet a hasty retreat back to the car and it was off to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;We should have realized that it was one of those days were nothing goes right. We drove in circles looking for a theater and once we got there we realized that we had just missed one showing and the next was not for another 2 hours! So what did we do? We went shopping, were I picked up a lovely pair of pumps (that will be another post), then headed over to a great Italian restaurant for dinner before calling it a day.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpqtnGw4NII/AAAAAAAAAKE/y_bb7o0TOgM/s1600-h/DSCN2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpqtnGw4NII/AAAAAAAAAKE/y_bb7o0TOgM/s200/DSCN2286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375799992562234498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquUvA1GPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-mBDrr8Yys4/s1600-h/DSCN2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquUvA1GPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-mBDrr8Yys4/s200/DSCN2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375800776460671218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquVDSySYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bWbqPw5uX68/s1600-h/DSCN2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquVDSySYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bWbqPw5uX68/s200/DSCN2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375800781904693634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the little paths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquVkRCrjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HmwdinKfv0g/s1600-h/DSCN2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpquVkRCrjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HmwdinKfv0g/s200/DSCN2297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375800790755749426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me fixing my hat under the trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-2770972554272779072?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2770972554272779072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2770972554272779072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2770972554272779072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure.html' title='An Adventure'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SpqtnGw4NII/AAAAAAAAAKE/y_bb7o0TOgM/s72-c/DSCN2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-1131208437867056928</id><published>2009-08-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:13:17.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Norton Simon Museum</title><content type='html'>I just spent a lovely afternoon with my mother, brother, and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoireRV2yZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GVK6xt9hQ2I/s1600-h/erez.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoireRV2yZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GVK6xt9hQ2I/s200/erez.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370731092178815378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;man at the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.nortonsimon.org/"&gt;Norton Simon Museum&lt;/a&gt;. It was beautiful and I throughly enjoyed it! Several years ago my mother and I saw an add for an exhibit of Edgar Degas' bronze ballerinas. I wanted to go so badly, but time got away from us and we never made it. Imagine my excitement when I walked through the door and saw an entire room dedicated to Degas. I saw the entire bronze collection, as well as several paintings of his. We also saw original Van Gogh, Talous-Latrec, and  many others.&lt;br /&gt;My Man's favorite was the exhibit of Divine Demons: Wrathful Deities of Buddhist Art. These were the statues of gods with 8 arms and the like. It was extremely fascinating and the detail was incredible. After looking around for a couple of hours we headed out to the gardens to have a snack and listen to a live band play authentic music from the French Baroque period. My man and I giggle through out the performance and discussed the music until we were shushed by a rather bitter looking woman who was sitting in front of us. I cant wait to return, I still have almost an entire museum to explore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-1131208437867056928?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1131208437867056928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/norton-simon-museum.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1131208437867056928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1131208437867056928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/norton-simon-museum.html' title='Norton Simon Museum'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoireRV2yZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GVK6xt9hQ2I/s72-c/erez.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8557228353383322114</id><published>2009-08-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:35:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 random things...</title><content type='html'>that someone wants to know about me, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Colin from  &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://sexylegsandbody.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sexy legs and Body&lt;/a&gt;, check him out if you have not already :) Although we tend not to agree on fashion related things, I always find his blog entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate being tagged, chain-mailed, and any other sort of pass it along kind of things. Especially ones that tell you something bad will happen if you do not also pass it along. I always break them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for you Colin, but if you do it again I will fly to South Africa and punch you right on the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am terrified of heights. My man tried leaning on a balcony railing while kissing me one time and i stood with my feet firmly planted about two feet away and leaned towards him for the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love vintage jewelry, hats, clothes, etc. from almost any time period. My style is slowly getting more eclectic as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love to turn the radio up in the car and sing along with the "oldies" station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to ride horses and have taken lessons as well as worked with them for about 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite color is purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a firey temper and will get mad quickly, but never stay that way for very long. Give me 5 minutes and I will more than likely be  over whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair is my favorite thing about me. Hair does not betray you like other parts of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love classic movies. My brother and I have marathon nights and watch 2 or 3 of them in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am one of the worst liars you will ever come across. Therefore I refrain from even trying. My man can instantly tell when I am so needless to say our relationship is completely open and honest in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go ten things you never knew you wanted to know about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8557228353383322114?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8557228353383322114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-random-things.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8557228353383322114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8557228353383322114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-random-things.html' title='10 random things...'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-6607786973274402008</id><published>2009-08-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:32:56.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage accessories'/><title type='text'>Hunting... For Jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoBYlDof0RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VVOfg4jP7FA/s1600-h/blonde_pinup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoBYlDof0RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VVOfg4jP7FA/s200/blonde_pinup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368388149479198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started looking for a pretty vintage piece of jewelery to accompany me down the aisle on my wedding day. I have not decided whether I want a bracelet, earrings, or maybe even a pretty head band. The dress I have decided to go with has a distinctly romantic feel, bringing to mind wood nymphs and dryads, so I need to do it justice by finding just the right accessories.&lt;br /&gt;I have come across several websites that have just the things that I am looking for, well as several things I was not, but highly enjoyed. The first I actually found in a bridal magazine and was drawn to the chunky jewelry and over all "bling". (If I have not mentioned it before, my best friend and I have decided sparkle is indeed a color and perhaps the best of all. Therefore like magpies anything with a distinctive shine draws our attention immediately.) The site, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.glambypam.net/"&gt;Glam by Pam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glambypam.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;offers a wide variety of hair accessories, with a vintage flair. It was not exactly what i was looking for, but I enjoyed looking anyways. It leans more towards the 1920's and 30's with an odd mix of the 1700's. If you are looking for an interesting hat, clip in flowers, or a tiara this is the place for you. My favorites included this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.glambypam.net/product.aspx?product_id=881"&gt;silk flower&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.glambypam.net/product.aspx?product_id=3534&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;type2=6"&gt;skull cap&lt;/a&gt; as well as several others that any pin up would be proud to own.&lt;br /&gt;The next site was a little bit more of what I was looking for. &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.michellesvintagejewelry.com/"&gt;Michelle's Vintage Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michellesvintagejewelry.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has a great selection of 1940's and 50's vintage jewelry that I absolutely loved! I was particularly drawn to  the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.michellesvintagejewelry.com/products/necklace1.html"&gt;necklaces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.michellesvintagejewelry.com/products/bracelet1.html"&gt;bracelets&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.michellesvintagejewelry.com/products/ring4.html"&gt;rings&lt;/a&gt; especially a peach and gold cameo ring that was beautiful and might have to become mine.&lt;br /&gt;The last site that I found was &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.vintageheaddresses.com/index.html"&gt;Vintage Headdresses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which featured a beautiful array of head bands, tiaras, combs, and clips. This was by far my favorite site out of the three. The fun thing is that because all of the items are vintage they add new things all of the time, so you have to move quickly if you want to purchase a particular piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6607786973274402008?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6607786973274402008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/hunting-for-jewels.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6607786973274402008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6607786973274402008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/hunting-for-jewels.html' title='Hunting... For Jewels'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SoBYlDof0RI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VVOfg4jP7FA/s72-c/blonde_pinup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-8818742497848947323</id><published>2009-07-21T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:49:56.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagment'/><title type='text'>It Dazzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sma1-sYki0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oCmxEX_nKt0/s1600-h/6169_1147960749560_1543818851_360493_1822905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sma1-sYki0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oCmxEX_nKt0/s200/6169_1147960749560_1543818851_360493_1822905_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361172495101889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This past weekend was my birthday and I was very overjoyed when My Man's gift to me was my engagement ring. For various reasons he was not able to buy one for me right away, but I assure you the wait was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;    I did find people reaction to the "engagement announcement" rather interesting. My mother of course was as excited as I and kept grabbing my hand shoving it at people and saying,"Have you seen her ring yet?!!!". My dad took my hand and peered at it then said, "oh, cubic zirconia?" and upon seeing my mothers glare quickly added," Its very nice doll". One thing that I did notice was that everyone kept commenting on how lucky My Man was to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. One guest even said,"Nice choice, and I'm not talking about the ring".  My Man just grinned and said he was well aware of that. What makes him so much more lucky than me? Was it simply because it was my friends and family present? I think that if anything, I am lucky to have him!&lt;br /&gt;    My favorite reaction of the entire night was unlike any of the rest. As I stood wrapped in My Mans arms gazing at my hand (to tell the truth it was so shiny i couldn't look away) one friend looked at me, smirking, and said,"You know you totally owe him now". And I do, for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Of course I had to put a picture of it! I'm so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-8818742497848947323?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8818742497848947323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-dazzles.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8818742497848947323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/8818742497848947323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-dazzles.html' title='It Dazzles'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sma1-sYki0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/oCmxEX_nKt0/s72-c/6169_1147960749560_1543818851_360493_1822905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-2130257497496557102</id><published>2009-07-07T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:25:48.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>I decided to post a few more pics. I guess i became brave. For the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQqXRV9YGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KVlEQxqLN6s/s1600-h/me+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQqXRV9YGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KVlEQxqLN6s/s200/me+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355952436131225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man bought this dress for me. I love it, except for the fact that its a halter. They hurt my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQp-qzUAfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TchTlhY-eZk/s1600-h/edit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQp-qzUAfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TchTlhY-eZk/s200/edit+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355952013468500466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQp91nNPSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0KFBrRcMov8/s1600-h/edit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQp91nNPSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0KFBrRcMov8/s200/edit+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355951999190646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQdvRQZE_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Zk49UEulSQ/s1600-h/sitting+with+rose+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQdvRQZE_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1Zk49UEulSQ/s200/sitting+with+rose+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355938554773574642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were all from the same day, I just had to sort though them for some good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-2130257497496557102?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2130257497496557102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2130257497496557102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2130257497496557102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlQqXRV9YGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KVlEQxqLN6s/s72-c/me+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-3723549214324922031</id><published>2009-07-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:15:16.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlKS0nlgRXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ixoW73YUz0/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlKS0nlgRXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ixoW73YUz0/s200/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355504339574080882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine did a photo shoot of/for me a years or so ago and I have been dying to post some of the pics, but lack the courage. Not to mention taking pause to chopping my head out of every single photo that I post. However I have decided to post a couple of pictures anyways. I did this 50's inspired shoot for my man as a Valentine's gift, lack of money ensured that I found a creative way to show my affection for him. He throughly enjoyed the pictures and I had a great time doing it. He has recently shown a desire to do a small shoot of his own, if it ever happens there may be more pictures to post.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlKS0alFweI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vGmXsQ-xI-A/s1600-h/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlKS0alFweI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vGmXsQ-xI-A/s200/head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355504336082682338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-3723549214324922031?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3723549214324922031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3723549214324922031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3723549214324922031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SlKS0nlgRXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7ixoW73YUz0/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-4024623101586909403</id><published>2009-06-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:14:59.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>New Family Member</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was full of fun. My man and I got a dog! He is so cute and very friendly, His name is Riley and he is a Lab mix. Needless to say our weekend was filled with walks, playing fetch, and eventually a bath for the doggy. He likes the water so that made it much easier on us, since he is huge. The boys get along so well and my man is very excited to have a jogging partner, even if Riles is a little bit of a chub right now. I see many good times ahead, our friends are already requesting doggy play days (hehe, we are dorks i know). Summer is off to a great start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-4024623101586909403?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4024623101586909403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-family-member.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4024623101586909403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4024623101586909403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-1481821027424829844</id><published>2009-06-16T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:49:37.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Here Comes the Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SjkQhsxZPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OI5-iEIagyo/s1600-h/WeddingPinup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SjkQhsxZPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OI5-iEIagyo/s200/WeddingPinup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324203619237138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am giving fair warning that I am going to start writing posts about my wedding planning adventures. This is not going to turn into a wedding extravaganza so don't start running scared just yet, but I get so excited it just spills over.&lt;br /&gt;First thing is that My Man and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; bought a wedding planning book, well a kit actually. Its The Ultimate Wedding Planning Kit by Elizabeth and Alex Lluch and it is fantastic! It has everything that I would possibly need to start planning, from a budgeter to a dress guide and a really cool container with folders in it to help me stay organized. The second thing is that I made my first appointment to go and try on wedding dresses! So wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;" class="parseasinTitle"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-1481821027424829844?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1481821027424829844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-bride.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1481821027424829844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1481821027424829844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here Comes the Bride'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SjkQhsxZPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OI5-iEIagyo/s72-c/WeddingPinup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-157026325664275581</id><published>2009-06-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:55:10.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Hooked on You</title><content type='html'>My brother and I just spent a wonderful night watching a classic movie marathon on TMC. We started out with On the Town, followed by Royal Wedding (my brothers personal favorite), Singing in the Rain, and finished with Seven Brides for Severn Brothers. This seems like alot of movies now that I think about it, but neither of us could seem to tear ourselves away from the magic of Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Frank Sinatra, and Debbie Reynolds. We were in so many words, mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about movies of a by gone day that capture our attention and make us forget time, while we sit transfixed before the colorful world of dancing and singing screen gods and goddesses? I'm not sure of the answer, but this girl is and will be hooked for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hGV3AeRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0rGqcccLreg/s1600-h/Frank+Sinatra+y+Gene+Kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hGV3AeRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0rGqcccLreg/s200/Frank+Sinatra+y+Gene+Kelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345386938054506770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men who had the power to make women swoon,&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hGHwxkaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qy8JpriSTp0/s1600-h/debr32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hGHwxkaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qy8JpriSTp0/s200/debr32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345386934270267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Miss Debbie Reynolds and Gene Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hF2CxQlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X12KuDctD28/s1600-h/fred1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hF2CxQlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X12KuDctD28/s200/fred1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345386929513906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Fred Astaire doing what he does best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-157026325664275581?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/157026325664275581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooked-on-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/157026325664275581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/157026325664275581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooked-on-you.html' title='Hooked on You'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Si6hGV3AeRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0rGqcccLreg/s72-c/Frank+Sinatra+y+Gene+Kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-6187131860511131486</id><published>2009-05-20T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:12:19.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Fashion Confusion</title><content type='html'>I started this blog with the intent that i was going to become a "pin up" type of girl. However, I have made a discovery. I love long flowy 70's inspired wear just as much as I love the tailored look of the 40's. Now I am left with the project of finding a way to blend the two eras together, so that I do not end up looking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the other dresses that I have found that show off the more relaxed side of my personality.&lt;br /&gt;(Dress code did not specify a specific era pattern, just that i dress nicely, mostly in dresses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtipJaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uqVahMUa88/s1600-h/07468704_155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtipJaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uqVahMUa88/s200/07468704_155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338155024013420754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtuEhMyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OToGZBejx3g/s1600-h/07465709_660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtuEhMyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OToGZBejx3g/s200/07465709_660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338155027081016098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtBbDmhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ma--ZirqzEg/s1600-h/07205613_543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtBbDmhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ma--ZirqzEg/s200/07205613_543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338155015095949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already own these next two, but am thinking of buying one of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtUqPnSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RkteiK3DkG8/s1600-h/07445681_276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtUqPnSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RkteiK3DkG8/s200/07445681_276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338155020259925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtMkWR_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/j5QQmE8ljXc/s1600-h/07205642_155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtMkWR_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/j5QQmE8ljXc/s200/07205642_155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338155018087712754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pics courtesy of New York and Company)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6187131860511131486?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6187131860511131486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-confusion.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6187131860511131486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6187131860511131486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-confusion.html' title='Fashion Confusion'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ShTvtipJaNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2uqVahMUa88/s72-c/07468704_155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-4317922187547652849</id><published>2009-05-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:33:53.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Pretty Things for May</title><content type='html'>I was looking around for a new summer dress and I stumbled across some very pretty things indeed. I found a couple wonderful sites with vintage inspired clothes one site was http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/. I love the variety and styles that they offer, not just for dresses, but for shoes, accessories, bathing suits, etc. The other favorite was Daddyos.com.&lt;br /&gt;I found two or three dresses from these sites and am considering buying one for my up coming engagement photos.&lt;br /&gt;These are my options at the present:&lt;br /&gt;I love this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocRNeE5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LUOuO7mqC3Y/s1600-h/slc22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocRNeE5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LUOuO7mqC3Y/s200/slc22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335191543439299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is so fun and girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Man likes this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sgpocrr7MdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jyAQVEPXlPo/s1600-h/bern1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sgpocrr7MdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jyAQVEPXlPo/s200/bern1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335191550546358738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polka dots are darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two I threw into the mix, just to complicate things for myself, because they are very cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocmgA6SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KB_CcCjvzsg/s1600-h/pinupgirlclothing_2053_15251396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocmgA6SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KB_CcCjvzsg/s200/pinupgirlclothing_2053_15251396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335191549154224418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocYegheI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zHJjo4ITsx4/s1600-h/so5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocYegheI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zHJjo4ITsx4/s200/so5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335191545389811170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-4317922187547652849?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4317922187547652849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-things-for-may.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4317922187547652849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4317922187547652849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/pretty-things-for-may.html' title='Pretty Things for May'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SgpocRNeE5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LUOuO7mqC3Y/s72-c/slc22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-6477520777099406208</id><published>2009-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:31:35.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Submission'/><title type='text'>Explanation</title><content type='html'>I received a comment that made me think, perhaps I should clarify my last post. The two friends I spoke of were not in D/S relationships. In my opinion they were, towards the end, in abusive ones. What I was trying to say was that D/S relationships are often thought of as abusive, because people do not understand the dynamics of them. People often assume that because one person seems to have total control over the other that the submissive person is being abused in some way. This is not true. People who practice these types of relationships set rules and boundaries for their relationship, its not one deciding to control the other with out their consent.&lt;br /&gt;If you are scared of your partner or they are controlling you life without your consent, then chances are you are in a abusive relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6477520777099406208?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6477520777099406208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/explanation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6477520777099406208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6477520777099406208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/explanation.html' title='Explanation'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-2494739656317932882</id><published>2009-04-23T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:21:53.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Bad Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Very recently two of my very good friends and their significant others had a, well let’s call it falling out. On both of these occasion the "men" (I put this in quotes because no real man should ever display the type of behavior I am about to reveal.) in their lives broke things off with such fits of rage that the situations are almost unbelievable.  The situations are slightly different because one friend had tried repeatedly to break up with her guy and he never got the hint while the other girl thought she was in a committed relationship. However, bother girls received phone call filled with profanities, accusations, threats, and eventually the inevitable breakup. One of these (insert derogatory word of choice here) guys even went as far as to tell his girl that she was to be his Geisha and to serve is every whim. If he told her to cook him dinner, she was to cook it and feed him, if he did not like it she was to start over, until he was satisfied. All the while he called her horrible names that I will not write down on these pages and degraded her beyond reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I bring this up? My Man (Victory) and I are working on creating a healthy dominate/submissive type of relationship.  He was disgusted with these two guys displayed such horrible outbursts. He told me that these guys are the reason why d/s relationships have such bad names, because people see abusive behaviors and hear outbursts like those mentioned above and assume that all d/s relationships run along that vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;What people need to realize is that d/s relationships are not simply about one person having power over another person. It is based off of intense amounts of trust. I have a small stubborn streak when it comes to letting Victory dictate my actions however, I know that no matter what he requests of me, regardless of it I like it, he will never harm me in any way. The role of the Dom is to protect and care for the Sub, as well as stretching them to do things that they would not have experienced on their own. What should be stressed most is that these relationships are consensual! No one should be allowed to control and manipulate your life without your permission. I enjoy the control that Victory has over me, even if half of my fun is fighting against it, because I know that he only has my best interests at heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-2494739656317932882?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2494739656317932882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-name.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2494739656317932882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2494739656317932882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-name.html' title='Bad Name'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-2983161005444736267</id><published>2009-03-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:00:25.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>Greece Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce3AtAilkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KFG2CZ7TZA8/s1600-h/DSCN1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce3AtAilkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KFG2CZ7TZA8/s320/DSCN1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419107843905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the Plane ride home. I loved all those snowy mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce3ADbNZYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8wKwffKSsg/s1600-h/DSCN1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce3ADbNZYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/i8wKwffKSsg/s320/DSCN1638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419096681473410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mediterranean, which was more like a giant lake than an ocean. It was very warm though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2msdv02I/AAAAAAAAAF4/W8O6IGgvVfU/s1600-h/DSCN1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2msdv02I/AAAAAAAAAF4/W8O6IGgvVfU/s320/DSCN1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418661021373282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Memorial of Leonidas In Thermopile, by far My Man's favorite sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2mTNgr0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/KapVh_VKzEE/s1600-h/DSCN1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2mTNgr0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/KapVh_VKzEE/s320/DSCN1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418654242385730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple to Athena below the main City at Delphi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2mPOfu4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l-kzZnewY5w/s1600-h/DSCN1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2mPOfu4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/l-kzZnewY5w/s320/DSCN1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418653172775810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruins at Delphi. This was my favorite day by far, not only did we go to my favorite site, but this was the day My Man proposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2ljNPScI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JxReFVt-H5o/s1600-h/DSCN1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2ljNPScI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JxReFVt-H5o/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418641356343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this was an ancient store, but I can't remember exactly. It was pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2k1mPmeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c-BASM70Vto/s1600-h/DSCN1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce2k1mPmeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/c-BASM70Vto/s320/DSCN1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316418629113190882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrines a the entrance to Delphi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1UHKZT5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D3GQ_p5hi08/s1600-h/DSCN1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1UHKZT5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D3GQ_p5hi08/s320/DSCN1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417242258821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a theater at one of the sites. You could hear a penny drop on that rock in the center, all the way at the top. Hence why we climbed all the way to the top. There were ALOT of stair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1TUg6HsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OzKe7csPOho/s1600-h/DSCN1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1TUg6HsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OzKe7csPOho/s320/DSCN1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417228663037634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man feeling artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1S0sAFLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FX5oWsQRlNc/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1S0sAFLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FX5oWsQRlNc/s320/DSCN1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417220119631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust of Dionysus from the museum in Corinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1SuzPK0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8kq9c2KBS5g/s1600-h/DSCN1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1SuzPK0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/8kq9c2KBS5g/s320/DSCN1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417218539367234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty red flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1SEtEiXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DCS-pVPDmS4/s1600-h/DSCN1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce1SEtEiXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DCS-pVPDmS4/s320/DSCN1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316417207239215474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fountain/well at one point, we could hear the water still running though it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0P_o8FQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zTRjTxXdd8I/s1600-h/DSCN1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0P_o8FQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zTRjTxXdd8I/s320/DSCN1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416072008340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken pillars bearing Caesar's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0PRDZRMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wLNsiJWfcyw/s1600-h/DSCN1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0PRDZRMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wLNsiJWfcyw/s320/DSCN1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416059502838978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple in Corinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0O_tvS9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/9cioZjD4XNM/s1600-h/DSCN1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0O_tvS9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/9cioZjD4XNM/s320/DSCN1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416054848605138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the biggest fault lines in Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0OsUQ5_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OuGJFnBWrMs/s1600-h/DSCN1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0OsUQ5_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OuGJFnBWrMs/s320/DSCN1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416049641482226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1890's Olympic stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0OC8WP5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/t4M4kSJS3_Y/s1600-h/DSCN1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce0OC8WP5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/t4M4kSJS3_Y/s320/DSCN1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316416038535315346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statue is of Aphrodite and Pan. He was making inappropriate advances and she hit him with her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQ1u3CDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UUH3ijIhDaM/s1600-h/DSCN1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQ1u3CDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UUH3ijIhDaM/s320/DSCN1022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414987017062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the worry octopus vase, i thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQ7_e8FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yDDOBh3ujhQ/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQ7_e8FI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yDDOBh3ujhQ/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414988697399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that women's jewelry has not changed much in the last thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQGLO0vI/AAAAAAAAADw/k2QCSavPc2E/s1600-h/DSCN0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezQGLO0vI/AAAAAAAAADw/k2QCSavPc2E/s320/DSCN0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414974251160306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a temple to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hephaestus&lt;/span&gt;, I believe, that was below the Acropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezPmwzifI/AAAAAAAAADg/MFxAjoiSuAI/s1600-h/DSCN0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/ScezPmwzifI/AAAAAAAAADg/MFxAjoiSuAI/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414965818821106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the Acropolis, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceycVBcMZI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z9P_-NF0FG8/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceycVBcMZI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z9P_-NF0FG8/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414084883427730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyb2nPB-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d3jJermZUvs/s1600-h/DSCN0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyb2nPB-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d3jJermZUvs/s320/DSCN0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414076720449506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Theater of Dionysus. It was closed so we only got to see is from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyb-4T3WI/AAAAAAAAADI/QHqTJvbMTIM/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyb-4T3WI/AAAAAAAAADI/QHqTJvbMTIM/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414078939553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Temple of Zeus, it was surrounded by a bunch of smaller temples and a full roman style bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceybdSm5YI/AAAAAAAAADA/BvKOAMw763w/s1600-h/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceybdSm5YI/AAAAAAAAADA/BvKOAMw763w/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414069923046786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the Temple of Zeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyagr89nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/95XlfOLZXfY/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sceyagr89nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/95XlfOLZXfY/s320/DSCN0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316414053654787698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Hadrian's Arch, it was built around 132 AD. It has the Roman arch on the bottom in honor of Hadrian and the Greek arch on top to signify that the Greek's were still in charge of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Scex2iUey5I/AAAAAAAAACw/IpOJBBNUArU/s1600-h/DSCN0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Scex2iUey5I/AAAAAAAAACw/IpOJBBNUArU/s320/DSCN0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316413435617921938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, do not walk to the nearest exit. Apparently people in Europe are in a hurry cause this little man was every where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-2983161005444736267?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2983161005444736267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/view-from-plane-ride-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2983161005444736267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2983161005444736267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/view-from-plane-ride-home.html' title='Greece Trip'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sce3AtAilkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KFG2CZ7TZA8/s72-c/DSCN1682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-6678223751006626806</id><published>2009-03-23T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:17:48.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagment'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceLxRku1AI/AAAAAAAAACo/hxGOyrL4wWc/s1600-h/elvgren14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceLxRku1AI/AAAAAAAAACo/hxGOyrL4wWc/s320/elvgren14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371563781477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally back from my trip to Greece. It was wonderful,I was in a history majors dream land :). I'm going to post pictures as soon as I sort through them and find the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Although I must share my highlight.&lt;br /&gt;I got engaged! On a balcony. Overlooking Athens, at night.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-6678223751006626806?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6678223751006626806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6678223751006626806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/6678223751006626806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/greatest-vacation.html' title='The Greatest Vacation'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SceLxRku1AI/AAAAAAAAACo/hxGOyrL4wWc/s72-c/elvgren14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-2983556412166722167</id><published>2009-03-09T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:31:53.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SbW0IN3D7mI/AAAAAAAAACg/LQW0HfhwQMw/s1600-h/KBS-elvgren-016-LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SbW0IN3D7mI/AAAAAAAAACg/LQW0HfhwQMw/s320/KBS-elvgren-016-LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311349388805926498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been rather eventful. I had a job interview on Friday and got a call this morning that I am now employed! I wasn't sure who to tell first and I spent a good ten minutes running between my phone and the back door before I was able to calm down enough to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I also spent the weekend cooking French onion soup and an amazing chocolate cake with chocolate, espresso, mascarpone frosting. I was ambitious and unlike the pretty pin up nothing burnt.&lt;br /&gt;This coupled with the fact that I am leaving for my trip in four days has made me extremely happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-2983556412166722167?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2983556412166722167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2983556412166722167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/2983556412166722167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SbW0IN3D7mI/AAAAAAAAACg/LQW0HfhwQMw/s72-c/KBS-elvgren-016-LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-4546568032325705731</id><published>2009-03-03T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:25:41.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>The Bad and The Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          I’m currently struggling to find a job and the economy is really not my friend. This all started when I graduated and lost my student worker position at the aforementioned school, as well as being laid off from my job of four years that I always returned to when I came home for school sanctioned breaks. I didn’t feel the need to run out and try and find one what with Christmas and New Years upon me, but I have since thought that this might have been a mistake. In the past two months I have search and turned in many applications, but have only recently seen any fruit from my labors. At the beginning of last week I set up an appointment for an interview, sadly I was not hired because a returning employee got the job. The only thing that kept me from being horribly upset was that another place had called me the day I found out I was not going to be hired and asked me to come in for an interview. So Friday off I go, yet I can’t help but wonder, where to look next if this job opportunity does not go through. I’m going to have to get more creative in places I apply for. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;However, there is some good looming on the horizon, even if it is the reason that I’m totally financially drained at this time. My Man and I are going on a trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Greece&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and we leave in less than two weeks! I’m going to post pictures when we get back, so if anyone is actually reading this blog, they can enjoy and share in our experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some cute pin ups who are having an interesting time traveling for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2ClzOFexI/AAAAAAAAACI/mKPdWlHy_jk/s1600-h/pinup_travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2ClzOFexI/AAAAAAAAACI/mKPdWlHy_jk/s320/pinup_travel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043121655741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2DU7KFzfI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZF_RZKHRg3s/s1600-h/pinup_traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2DU7KFzfI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZF_RZKHRg3s/s320/pinup_traveler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043931240320498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2C_aRti5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/joVhTQZOcCw/s1600-h/pinup_travel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2C_aRti5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/joVhTQZOcCw/s320/pinup_travel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309043561636662162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-4546568032325705731?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4546568032325705731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-currently-struggling-to-find-job-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4546568032325705731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/4546568032325705731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-currently-struggling-to-find-job-and.html' title='The Bad and The Good'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/Sa2ClzOFexI/AAAAAAAAACI/mKPdWlHy_jk/s72-c/pinup_travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-3768125756868867248</id><published>2009-02-16T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:27:37.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SZm8_zLzj5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sYrD5CbCG-I/s1600-h/ValentinesDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SZm8_zLzj5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sYrD5CbCG-I/s200/ValentinesDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303477840462974866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not usually do very much for Valentine's day, my man is convinced that it is a scam by the candy companies to take our money and force us to be romantic. I'm not a huge fan of it myself, it being the after thought holiday as i was growing up. Usually involving dad showing up from work with a box of chocolates bought from the gas station on his way home, and the last card nabbed off the rack, also from said gas station. These were especially entertaining to read if he didn't have his glasses with him when he bought the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Feb. 14th approached all i requested that we at least spend the day together, but minus the presents and all.  Valentine's Day ended up being  really great, my man did a wonderful job pampering me. We got to his place, which was amazingly clean, and he led me into the bedroom were a bouquet of roses were waiting for me (he hardly ever gets me flowers, so that was a good surprise). This was followed by him drawing a bubble bath for me and lighting candles all over the bathroom.  I forget sometimes that he can be so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon he packed us a picnic and we headed down to the  park  next to the harbor, it was to windy to eat outside so we sat in the car and watched the windsurfers and  kite borders out on the water  as well as all the families out flying their kites, riding bikes, etc. It was a lot of fun and I was throughly enjoying our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed home and took a short nap followed by a trip to the store for dinner items. Fillet minion, salad, baked potatoes, green beans, garlic bread, and a bottle of champagne (which i finished off before dinner even started, probably not the greatest idea since I'm a light weight, although he finds it greatly entertaining). However, we did have a little trouble lighting the charcoal grill, he had been using a propane one for so long he forgot you had to start these at least 45 minutes ahead, we threw the steaks on, but they weren't cooking fast enough so we ended up broiling them. When we looked over half way through our meal there was the b-b-q blazing away happily. At least we know for next time! After that we snuggled on the couch and watched a movie, it was the perfect end to a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-3768125756868867248?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3768125756868867248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3768125756868867248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/3768125756868867248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SZm8_zLzj5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sYrD5CbCG-I/s72-c/ValentinesDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-7544876298495697700</id><published>2009-02-08T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:06:35.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rollers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Stockings and Rollers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Dress code has been staunchly enforced, for all of a week, and I feel like I have been doing remarkably well. I have worn a dress or skirt every time I went out of the house and my hair and make up has also been in place. Maybe this dressing up thing is not nearly as complicated as I have made it out to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, two things happened this past week that I want to share with you. The first is, I bought pair or nylons, and I love them. I thought that since it has been a little chilly I should keep my legs protected while wearing skirts and dresses. I really wanted a nice pair of thigh highs, but that would include having to buy a garter belt as well. So I decided for the time being, until I can find a job and earn a little money, I would get a pair of full stockings (My guy was nice enough to purchase these for me). These particular nylons are made by the same designer who makes Spanks. They are called Assets and are support hose, which I wasn’t aware of when I bought them. They sucked everything right in and made that skirt that had fit a little snug slide on very nicely. I was also informed by my mother that support hose help reduce varicose veins when you get older. I purchased mine at Target, they come in a variety of colors and seem to be very good quality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     The second thing that I did this week was experiment with sponge rollers. I have rather long hair, down to about my elbows, and the result was pretty funny. I washed my hair, put in a light styling gel, blew it dry, and put in a myriad of different sized rollers. Because I have never attempted this on my own I was not aware that the less amount of hair you put in the roller the tighter the curl. This coupled with my styling gel offered me a head of curls to rival Shirley Temple that lasted all day! Then I made the mistake of brushing the offending ringlets out… I’m sure that the mental picture of my blonde afro is not hard to imagine. So much for soft curls from the 40’s I looked more like Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Until I can find larger rollers, I think that I will stick with the curling iron., although there are still hot rollers to explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-7544876298495697700?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7544876298495697700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/stockings-and-rollers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/7544876298495697700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/7544876298495697700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/stockings-and-rollers.html' title='Stockings and Rollers'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-323331480419389802</id><published>2009-02-03T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:28:40.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Out with the old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I looked over at my man, where he laid on my bed smiling and waving. He laughed and delightedly uttered the words, “Good bye ugly shirt”. I sighed and tossed yet another item of clothing in a waiting black trash sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was my own fault really, we are relatively new to the D/S thing, so one of the ways I wanted to show that I was relinquishing control was to bring up an idea he had a couple months ago. Dress code. Love it or hate it, it is now being enforced. I want to mention that he was very good about taking it slow and not totally stripping everything from me away in one great swoop. However, two giant trash bags later, I will have to admit he did have a very thinning effect on my closet. It took me all of five minutes the day after this event to get dressed, instead of my customary walking back and forth to the closet all morning and then frantically pulling something out before i leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was allowed to keep some things, mostly skirts and dresses and almost brand new pants and shorts (and these only cause my mother had bought them for me as a present and would be horribly offended if she spent all that money and it was wasted), but I have a feeling that this will be the last installment of them and as soon as the first hole appears they will be tossed out and a skirt and stockings will fill their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not opposed at all to the dress code and understand that the punishment of his choice will occur if I fail to meet it. This doesn’t scare me too much because I do not plan on breaking dress code now that I have punishment looming over my head. I also was not totally unreceptive when he mentioned the fact that new clothes would be replacing the old. The majority of them will be his choice I’m sure, but what girl argues with new clothes?! I do foresee a bit of awkwardness when I am going to have to start explaining why I am “all dressed up” instead of sporting my trusty jeans and T’s, but that’s all part of the fun isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-323331480419389802?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/323331480419389802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-looked-over-at-my-guy-where-he-laid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/323331480419389802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/323331480419389802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-looked-over-at-my-guy-where-he-laid.html' title='Out with the old'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791901984170624994.post-1144121121396330480</id><published>2009-01-28T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:28:31.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Contemplating the change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have never been one to try and call attention to myself, yet what I am thinking of doing will cause more than a few raised eyebrows on the part of my family and quite a bit of self-consciousness on my end. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I pose a question, or rather several questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;How do you create a whole other person out of what you never grew up being? How do you explain to those around you a total change in appearance and behavior? Will they hold an intervention? Become worried about you and your mental state? Or will they simply just accept you and the changes you are making as part of your learning experience in life?&lt;br /&gt;In other words, how would some one like me, who is totally unaware and inept when it comes to fashion and life in general, become a gorgeous, graceful, and fashion conscious individual? And what would I tell the people who know me best about this strange transformation that is the opposite of everything I love?&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;ponytails&lt;br /&gt;that is me...&lt;br /&gt;How do I become something that is totally different than that?&lt;br /&gt;corsets&lt;br /&gt;dresses&lt;br /&gt;heels&lt;br /&gt;curls&lt;br /&gt;   All of these are foreign to me for the most part, except for my more recent &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;attempts at playing dress up, or when my much more fashion conscious best friend gets a hold of me before we decide to go out.&lt;br /&gt;   The question is, do I really want to change? Am I happy just being me and flying under the radar? Or am I the proverbial caterpillar waiting to burst out of the cocoon?&lt;br /&gt;We shall see as I contemplate my upcoming possible transformation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791901984170624994-1144121121396330480?l=marieentrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1144121121396330480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/contemplating-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1144121121396330480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791901984170624994/posts/default/1144121121396330480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marieentrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/contemplating-change.html' title='Contemplating the change.'/><author><name>Marie 'entrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17423151080219473038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H0Z93LNofi4/SX64jIHx5LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WvgwojY2NoI/S220/elvgren35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
