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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3687818564346892367</id><published>2012-01-23T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:29:12.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponytail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair ties'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite</title><content type='html'>Just curious...who's seen these?&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/img/b/0/0/17e/a/AAAACyAt4yoAAAAAAX6u7A/ribbon-hair-ties.jpg?v=1315230876000" id="il_fi" height="250" width="250" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are ribbon hair ties, if you don't already know.  Back during our girl's trip this fall, all of the girls either had these, or were buying them when we were out shopping in Homewood at a little &lt;a href="http://threesheetslinens.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-self-proclaimed-sheet-snob-in-fact.html"&gt;boutique&lt;/a&gt;.  I thought it was ridiculous to spend $12 on 5 hair ties.  I didn't understand what all the buzz was about.  Well, they all let me know that these do not pull your hair (no breakage) and they don't leave a crease after wearing a ponytail!  So I made way back to Homewood and spent $12 on 5 hair ties.  Hadley was very disappointed that I got the neutral colors.  Sorry sister...mama is frugal and practical.  Well yesterday, my sweet friend Kayce bought me the jewel tone set, and guess what she told me?!  You can get a set of 8 for $8 at &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P291417&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;!  This is the best price that I have seen to buy locally.  Some places here in Birmingham are selling them for $5 a piece!!!  Highway robbery if you ask me.  &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=24404246&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH_RESULTS&amp;amp;color=001"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; also sells them, and if you want to get fun with prints or initials, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search?search_submit=&amp;amp;ref=auto&amp;amp;q=anthropologie+inspired+hair+ties&amp;amp;view_type=gallery&amp;amp;ship_to=US"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; has a great selection and good prices.   Anyway, I adore these things.  They make my boring little ponytail look deliberate.   It also fits around my ponytail 3 times, which is unusual and important!  And if you are wearing it on your wrist (as I do often with ponytail holders), it doesn't look ugly.  It's downright cute.  Oh, and a certain 5 year old is wearing one of my pink ones today!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know these are huge in Birmingham.  For all of my readers in other places (both of them), has this little trend reached your neck of the woods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3687818564346892367?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3687818564346892367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3687818564346892367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3687818564346892367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3687818564346892367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-favorite.html' title='My New Favorite'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8437960197671784958</id><published>2012-01-14T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:24:14.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curly hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Curly Hair Tip</title><content type='html'>Last week, I was given a voucher for a free haircut from a neighbor (maybe it was her way of telling me my hair was nappy and a cut was much needed).  Being new to town, I had no idea of where to go, so I gladly accepted.  My first impression was not great when I sat down in the stylists chair.  I told her that I usually get my hair thinned out massively from underneath so there aren't little wispy hairs on the top layer, and that I wanted her to do the same thing.  She said she felt strongly against it and couldn't do that.  I mean, seriously, what do you say when a stylist says "No" to what you want?  I was in shock a little bit, I must admit.  Anyway, she said that if you do that, it grows out and is even thicker and more unruly than before.  She said she would add some chunky layers around the bottom and that would work much better.  I reluctantly proceeded.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, as she was washing my hair, she told me that when you have curly hair, and you want to style it curly, you should wash your hair with warm water (this opens the pores to allow the nutrients from the shampoo and conditioner to absorb) and then rinse with cold (this closes them so that the nutrients are locked in and the outside elements can't get in).   Let hair air dry and add minimal product (she suggested moroccan oil, but I didn't use any product at all).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just tried out this method yesterday for the first time.  I have to say that my hair has never looked better curly!  I'm not sure if it's the cut, or the cold water method, but it seriously looks so much better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my confession.  I am not a hair professional, but I am a control freak, and I THINK I know what my hair needs.  I obviously do not.  I vow to listen to the professionals from now on.  Just like I expect people to listen to my advice about fashion, I should listen to said professionals, and I will.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any of you that have curly/wavy hair, please try this method out and let me know what you think.  I'm curious if it's the method or the cut (or a combo of the two) that worked for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8437960197671784958?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8437960197671784958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8437960197671784958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8437960197671784958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8437960197671784958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/curly-hair-tip.html' title='Curly Hair Tip'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4080656163838293707</id><published>2011-12-25T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:55:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(16, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Well, it’s been real nice living way up here&lt;br /&gt;In paradise, over the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stay long, gotta make my way&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving Heaven today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world is dark and it needs a light&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna hang a star in the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;So everybody’s gonna know where I touch down&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving Heaven right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna walk around that broken Earth&lt;br /&gt;Trading in these streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever wonder how much you’re worth&lt;br /&gt;You should know&lt;br /&gt;That you’re the reason why I’m leaving Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t gonna be no kingdom, ain’t gonna be no crown&lt;br /&gt;Just a little old manger, in a little old town&lt;br /&gt;But it’ll do just fine for this humble King&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving Heaven let all the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my time comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lay down my life like a truest friend&lt;br /&gt;And when I get back home, I’m gonna make some room&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will say goodbye to that broken Earth&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna walk on streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever wonder what my love is worth&lt;br /&gt;Well you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m the reason you’ll be seeing Heaven&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(16, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(16, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Merry Christmas Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4080656163838293707?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4080656163838293707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4080656163838293707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4080656163838293707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4080656163838293707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/leaving-heaven.html' title='Leaving Heaven'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7545492608137289743</id><published>2011-12-22T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:39:55.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREUqXPP2vc/Tvjyz76Fz_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/c1ELfYTLn8E/s1600/DSC05641.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What am I going to wear to this party?  I have nothing to wear!!!"  Sound familiar?  Well, those are frequent words around here this time of year.  Mostly because I am usually eating 24 hours a day from Thanksgiving until New Years, and I literally have nothing to wear that fits.  But I'm doing better this year on eating, so I have had some choices on what to wear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how do you know what to wear to Christmas parties?  Well, most importantly, you need to ask the hostess what the attire is.  It can be cocktail, Church or business attire, or casual.  Once you know that, you can narrow down your options.  I gave you some example pictures below to guide you.  This is for next year of course since the Christmas parties are over, but you can certainly use this advice for New Years or any other parties throughout the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Cocktail attire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our company Christmas party is pretty dressy.  Not because we have it somewhere super fancy, but because we are all girls, and we like to play dress up!  Look at last year compared to this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaLuR8daXUk/TvN377z5smI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6x5VFy3mMb4/s1600/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaLuR8daXUk/TvN377z5smI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6x5VFy3mMb4/s320/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689022625850438242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WXkowsnYO1Q/TuiepRuALVI/AAAAAAAAANo/ER9mM7oCbas/s640/IMG_0156.JPG" style="width: 640px; height: 426px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year.  Makini (Back row on the left) said she refused to be outdone this year.  She said she was way too casual last year, and she wasn't going to let that happen again!  She was so cute.  I told her if she wasn't so tiny and had a booty, she could've passed for Beyonce's twin!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kD8HUymSg7w/TvN1XW5YsTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FWN7j9HyfJA/s1600/DSC05579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kD8HUymSg7w/TvN1XW5YsTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FWN7j9HyfJA/s320/DSC05579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689019798442783026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, you can choose anything from lace, to fur, to strapless silk, to satin, to sequins, to ruffles for a cocktail attire party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikR53U-tDXU/TvN1XOl74YI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NNcquLbYHpc/s1600/DSC05580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikR53U-tDXU/TvN1XOl74YI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NNcquLbYHpc/s320/DSC05580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689019796213719426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I chose head to toe winter white for this party.  I got my inspiration from my friend &lt;a href="http://blessedmom-heartofthehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Devon&lt;/a&gt;.  She wore a similar outfit for a &lt;a href="http://www.herchoicebirmingham.org/"&gt;fundraiser&lt;/a&gt; we went to in the Fall, and I thought it was stunning.  Thanks for letting me copy you!  How I got the look.  &lt;i&gt;To The Max&lt;/i&gt; satin strapless top:  it's been in my closet for about 5 years since I had my business.  It's an old faithful.  &lt;i&gt;J Crew&lt;/i&gt; herringbone pants:  Borrowed them and gold shoes from Ellen (college roommate who now lives 5 minutes from me.  We are sharing clothes again just like the good old days!).  Winter white Target cardigan that I've had for a few years.  Mom's pearls.  No money spent, and and it was a brand new outfit for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2)  Church/business dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QLgs3gE_9M/TvN3aqSmIQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7AT-2Eyf5wk/s1600/DSC05610.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QLgs3gE_9M/TvN3aqSmIQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7AT-2Eyf5wk/s320/DSC05610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689022054211657986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://deusnosconjuxit.blogspot.com/2011/12/annual-christmas-soiree.html"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt; had a lovely party, and the possibilities are endless what to wear at one of these.  You are seeing me right now about to leave, so I have on my Kelly green coat (&lt;a href="http://www.urbanminx.com/women/shop-by-designer/tulle.html"&gt;Tulle&lt;/a&gt;...love it and I get compliments every time I wear it).  I thought Donna and I looked perfectly Christmasy in our red and green in this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPAyUstsNYk/TvN3acm0GPI/AAAAAAAAAho/uvwnGL2g6u0/s1600/DSC05609.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iPAyUstsNYk/TvN3acm0GPI/AAAAAAAAAho/uvwnGL2g6u0/s320/DSC05609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689022050538363122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep it simple.  I say the easiest way to go is to wear a nice pair of slacks and a dressier shirt (I wouldn't wear this to church or work, but who's keeping tabs?  Ok, I would with a cardigan over it.).  Don't feel like you have to wear a dress, unless you have the perfect one.  Like for instance Christy's vintage Dolce and Gabana.  She looked like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gwen_Stefani,_Bloomingdales.jpg"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/a&gt; circa 1994.  Coolest. Dress.  Ever.  I wish I'd have gotten a better pic where you could see the whole thing.  Fab.  Don't we all wish we had rich aunts who give us their designer hand me downs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3)  Casual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X8HMVWWpAM/TvN2o52GflI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oMVOs50UlVk/s1600/DSC05636.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X8HMVWWpAM/TvN2o52GflI/AAAAAAAAAhM/oMVOs50UlVk/s320/DSC05636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689021199393652306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah5p57aCU28/TvN2qLWcr1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/1fVHEOrnu_Q/s320/DSC05631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689021221272596306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b3bk69hMzSY/Tvjyz8sD1rI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rg7aRHtb3GM/s320/DSC05642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690565103460800178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above are pics from a neighborhood all girls party.  I was invited to this last minute (I didn't know the hostess, but she told a friend to bring me, since I'm the new girl in town).  I was a little frantic about this one.  I had no idea what the attire was.  I called my friend Courtney and she told me she was wearing jeans.  Phewww.  That's easy.  Another top that I have in my closet from boutique days with black tissue tee, skinny jeans, black booties, and red necklace for a pop of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREUqXPP2vc/Tvjyz76Fz_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/c1ELfYTLn8E/s1600/DSC05641.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HREUqXPP2vc/Tvjyz76Fz_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/c1ELfYTLn8E/s320/DSC05641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690565103251214322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, when you are the hostess, you can do anything.  Especially if it's accessorizing with a Jerry Garcia Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piS3i_AnXW4/TvN3cd0vNkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/LdJPHGO1tB0/s1600/DSC05596.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piS3i_AnXW4/TvN3cd0vNkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/LdJPHGO1tB0/s320/DSC05596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689022085224937026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one was at my house.  I hosted Tadd's family Christmas.  Yes, my hair is wet, I have no shoes on, and don't think I wore make-up that night.  But I did ALL of the food by myself, and the outfit was this last thing on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smv11Kk9v-s/TvN3bpSPnNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/QKTIoH3OIY0/s1600/DSC05595.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smv11Kk9v-s/TvN3bpSPnNI/AAAAAAAAAiA/QKTIoH3OIY0/s320/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689022071121616082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadd's sis, mom and brother's girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGerf-ADVcg/TvN2nJmoWUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Jn-1rKYi_bU/s320/DSC05652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689021169263991106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Linda (my Mom in Law), Aunt Sherry, Cousin Allison (holding Mia) and Cousin Ashley (Mia's mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was another one with Tadd's family in Gadsden.  Ashley hosted.  I got to meet &lt;a href="http://fivefairleys.blogspot.com/"&gt;sweet Mia&lt;/a&gt; for the first time!  She's even cuter in real life!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you are with family, you get to just be comfy and cozy.  Just remember to wear stretchy pants (or a long top so nobody can see that you have your jeans unbuttoned), because you know you are going to be eating all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in conclusion (for anyone that is still reading the longest post in the world), the most important rule to follow is to wear what looks good on you.  If you get too far out of your comfort zone to try something new, it will backfire.  Stick to you rules for your body-type, and stick to the proper attire, and you'll be fine.  Oh, and get rid of the ugly Christmas sweaters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kD8HUymSg7w/TvN1XW5YsTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FWN7j9HyfJA/s1600/DSC05579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7545492608137289743?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7545492608137289743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7545492608137289743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7545492608137289743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7545492608137289743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-party-attire.html' title='Christmas Party Attire'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaLuR8daXUk/TvN377z5smI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6x5VFy3mMb4/s72-c/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8873635565729563864</id><published>2011-12-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:03:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so crafty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've never considered myself the crafty type.  But this time of year, though busy, is always a fun time to introduce some fun crafts. Being home, homeschooling, has given us more time to do this than normal. For me (don't judge), crafts are a great babysitter for me. The little kids get busy with scissors and glue, and I can have some quiet time with Alex to do some school work. So here are a few things we've been busy with lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG9G_FEl1w4/TvSybRKJsAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b8Aa0lOxIj0/s320/DSC05584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368410807971842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tree_of_Jesse"&gt;Jesse Tree&lt;/a&gt;.  This is our fist year of doing this.  It's been lots of fun for the kids!  We printed off the ornaments we found online, glued them to construction paper circles, and wrote the scripture reference on back.  We also laminated them so we can use them year after year.   Next year, I plan on using a small Christmas tree and hanging the ornaments on it.  I just needed to wait until the end of the year when all of the trees go on clearance!  But for now, a tree cut out of green poster board worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YgmxoTPRu50/TvSybBVExSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-hxYF5yRRc8/s320/DSC05581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368406558819618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;H and E made these cute trees.  The ones I saw online had ornaments painted on, but that would've been a hot mess in my house.  So I let them cut construction paper ornaments and glue them on the trees.  We used toilet paper rolls for the tree trunk.   They loved this project and I thought they turned out adorable.  We also made a bunch more of these without the trunk as Christmas cards.  The kids handed them out yesterday at the nursing home we went to for Christmas caroling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hF0hacWVHg/TvSybrAQkLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kM8SstvYNuQ/s1600/crafty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hF0hacWVHg/TvSybrAQkLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kM8SstvYNuQ/s320/crafty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368417745801394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in conclusion, I guess I am kind of crafty.  I do, after all, make people!  And no, I'm not pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8873635565729563864?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8873635565729563864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8873635565729563864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8873635565729563864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8873635565729563864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-so-crafty.html' title='I&apos;m so crafty'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG9G_FEl1w4/TvSybRKJsAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b8Aa0lOxIj0/s72-c/DSC05584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3976848679187652204</id><published>2011-12-03T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:56:19.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your list?</title><content type='html'>When you are a mama on a limited budget, you have to be creative with your wardrobe.  So how do I do it?  Where do I get my inspiration?  How do I put outfits together?  How do I keep it fresh without breaking the bank?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'll tell you.  I am ALWAYS looking for new outfit ideas.  The first step to being able to make many outfit combinations is to have a good workable wardrobe with all of the basics and plenty of accessories.  If you don't know how to do this, email me and I'll help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing to do is to look for outfits you like and try to recreate them with your own spin on them based on what you already have in your closet.  This is what I do.  I love looking at InStyle, Lucky, and People Style Watch magazines for the trends of each season.  I take ideas from these magazines, TV shows, or people I see everyday and then hit my closet!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep a mental list of things I want for the season and try to only by a few items each season to save money.  Here's whats on the list:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Grey boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Black boots (I have some, but would like a new pair.   That way I can pass these to my sis...she's been on my case for a good 2 years now to hand them on to her).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  A fur vest.  Ok on this one, I can't see spending money on it because it is a trend that I don't think will last past this year.  So I asked my sister-in-law if she had a spare she'd like to part with for the year, and she did.  So this one I can check off the list with no money spent!  If you are wondering how I'll wear it, I plan to pair it with a very feminine shirt, a skinny belt over the vest, skinny jeans, and some slouchy boots or pointy toe python heels (all ideas I pulled from several magazine pictures and a TJ Maxx commercial).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  A dark pair of nice jeans I can wear with heels.  Took care of this one.  I went to TN a few weeks back to shop with a client, and left all of my clothes hanging at home in my closet.  Great excuse to hit TJ Maxx.  I totally got lucky to find a pair of jeans there for $30 that were actually long enough for me.  Great buy...another item checked off my list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) A pair of leg warmers.  What?  Leg warmers back in style?  Yes.  I saw my cute friend &lt;a href="http://livingthelifeinslowmotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt; wearing a pair peeking out of her riding boots.  Adorable.  I love it.  Maybe Santa will put some of these in my stocking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By making a list like this, you will save so much money.  In my business, I call this "Shopping with Purpose."  If you have an idea of what you need in your closet, you will save so much money and avoid impulse buying!  I hope this is helpful.  I'd love to hear your ideas.  Where do you get your inspiration?  What's on your list for this year?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3976848679187652204?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3976848679187652204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3976848679187652204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3976848679187652204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3976848679187652204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-on-your-list.html' title='What&apos;s on your list?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1992027046274896664</id><published>2011-11-10T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:03:01.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to wear jewel tones</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ledOA3YUWn4/TrvnJ5Z_fUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/E2AU67UfEKg/s320/blog%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673382312817950018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is upon us and so are new fashions. If you haven't already figured it out, two big colors for the fall are red and jade, which are both jewel tones. There are very good ways, and very bad ways to wear jewel tones. I have figured this out after years of trying to figure out what to wear and how to make things look good together. Here's my conclusion: do not wear black with jewel tones. I know what you are thinking. "If I can't wear black with jewel tones, what do I wear?" The answer is gray. Black with jewel tones can look harsh, and often just a little cheap. Wearing them with gray softens the look.  I know this sounds crazy, but look at the example below.&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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWBZIF0HX-w/TrvnKFjoVXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xLlyFwMpFrw/s1600/blog%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWBZIF0HX-w/TrvnKFjoVXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xLlyFwMpFrw/s320/blog%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673382316079601010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony Kim in Red and Gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJaFogWxgz0/TrvnJ9heb5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/IQGqfcxsPDM/s1600/blog%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJaFogWxgz0/TrvnJ9heb5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/IQGqfcxsPDM/s320/blog%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673382313923080082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiger Woods in Red and Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say what you will about my examples being golfers, but this is my life.  I watch golf with my hubby and analyze the outfits.  Tiger Woods always wears red on the Sunday of the tournaments, and I've been saying for years that he would look so much better if he would wear gray pants with the red shirt instead of black.  Do ya'll think he would hire me if I sent him the post?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there is a way to make jewel tones look better with black....add another psuedo-neutral (white, black, gray, khaki, navy, olive, cream).  Example.  You have a red shirt and black pants.  Make the outfit come together with a white cami and pearls.  You can also help the outfit by wearing a shoe with some detail (animal or floral print).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope this helps.  Questions, comments, arguments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1992027046274896664?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1992027046274896664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1992027046274896664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1992027046274896664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1992027046274896664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-wear-jewel-tones.html' title='How to wear jewel tones'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ledOA3YUWn4/TrvnJ5Z_fUI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/E2AU67UfEKg/s72-c/blog%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4842947890871918601</id><published>2011-11-04T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:33:20.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbread and Biscuits</title><content type='html'>If you don't listen to country music, you won't get this, but I've got the song playing if you choose to listen.  Last night while we were eating dinner, Hadley said, "If we had Jason Aldean over for dinner, we'd have cornbread and biscuits."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4842947890871918601?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4842947890871918601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4842947890871918601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4842947890871918601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4842947890871918601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/cornbread-and-biscuits.html' title='Cornbread and Biscuits'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1625082048406135703</id><published>2011-11-04T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T06:09:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited.  It feels like I'm 7 years old and it's Christmas Eve, or we are leaving for a Disney World Vacation!  I literally couldn't go to sleep last night, I'm so excited.  Roll Tide Ya'll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y3qS5of_9eI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1625082048406135703?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1625082048406135703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1625082048406135703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1625082048406135703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1625082048406135703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y3qS5of_9eI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6206965212409270489</id><published>2011-10-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:51:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder this</title><content type='html'>Which is worse?&lt;div&gt;1)  Having dark tile and countertops and living in filth without knowing it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  Having white tiles and countertops and constantly cleaning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6206965212409270489?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6206965212409270489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6206965212409270489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6206965212409270489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6206965212409270489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/ponder-this.html' title='Ponder this'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2266339547369618706</id><published>2011-09-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:12:13.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granola or Oatmeal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*Note: The below pics are old...like from homecoming last year. But in my defense, I just found my camera charger and am just now getting these off my camera. I figured my fellow Gamma Sigmas would wanna see these pics. AND because of the story below, I needed to show you the girls that are the &lt;i&gt;unique joy of my heart!!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not long ago my homegirls from college came to Birmingham for the weekend. As always, we picked up where we left off. We talked, laughed, wined, dined, and of course...shopped. Some of these girls live right up the street and some I haven't talked to or seen in several years. But we always have so much fun and it feels like we've never left each others sides. We feel free to tell each other what to wear, how to drive, and to avoid diet sodas...but always skip the part about how to raise our kids!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my case, the girls have coined me the "granola" of the group. I do realize I do some "crunchy" things (i.e. no vaccinations, paperless in the kitchen, I recycle, would love my own chickens, but settle for local farm eggs, I'd give birth with a midwife on a farm somewhere if that didn't freak my husband out, and I avoid traditional medicine as much as possible...and ok, I want my nose pierced...sometimes...nothing big...just a tiny dot). Anyway, the girls think I'm crazy....and they told me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now they say they are afraid I'm going to start wearing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patchouli"&gt;patchouli&lt;/a&gt;!!! I mean give me a break. I do not smoke anything, and don't need to wear patchouli to cover it up! Anyway, my "friends" have resorted to shamelessly making fun of me on Facebook!!! And I'm not on FB. I mean, whatever they need to do to feel good about themselves. So here I am, trying to defend myself, and I don't think I'm doing a very good job. But I have friends who eat all organic, others who are vegan, others who drive "green" cars (mine's a gas-guzzling SUV). Point being, I think I'm the watered version of granola (made with organic milk of course)...making me oatmeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s1600/DSC05364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s320/DSC05364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661805585049202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Ellen, Jenn, Michelle, Nikki and Stacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDx4Yt-1c4/TpzrZkfazrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/M0MIcrFDhxs/s1600/DSC05363.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhDx4Yt-1c4/TpzrZkfazrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/M0MIcrFDhxs/s320/DSC05363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661255849954994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute are these letters?  Everyone decorates them so cute now.  Precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMQl1BmVm4A/TpzrYVa7gjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Y_dfMiUFa_4/s1600/DSC05362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMQl1BmVm4A/TpzrYVa7gjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Y_dfMiUFa_4/s320/DSC05362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661234624725554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The four of us made the trip together and shared a hotel room.  Lots of laughs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccH9iR5wJGQ/TpzrYOLyiDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ld-HTlrlUFc/s1600/DSC05361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccH9iR5wJGQ/TpzrYOLyiDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ld-HTlrlUFc/s320/DSC05361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661232682174514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7cL5HhTPYY/TpzrXdJ7CFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NW6m3nhUiI8/s1600/DSC05360.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7cL5HhTPYY/TpzrXdJ7CFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NW6m3nhUiI8/s320/DSC05360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661219521005650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Elle Belle...at Half Shell like the good ole' days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ59-dj5TEA/TpzrW-OR4mI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1scDhrCtugc/s1600/DSC05359.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ59-dj5TEA/TpzrW-OR4mI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1scDhrCtugc/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661211217781346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenn and Stacy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yENKZ7n-_is/Tpzr60bE39I/AAAAAAAAAek/0nSSLBeHvt0/s1600/DSC05366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yENKZ7n-_is/Tpzr60bE39I/AAAAAAAAAek/0nSSLBeHvt0/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664661827062390738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s1600/DSC05364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s1600/DSC05364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s1600/DSC05364.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ellen, Christina (who is prettier than the day I met her 15 years ago!) and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so awesome seeing all of these girls who I haven't seen in years and years.  Good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2266339547369618706?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2266339547369618706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2266339547369618706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2266339547369618706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2266339547369618706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/09/granola-or-oatmeal.html' title='Granola or Oatmeal?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR7Sv_rX-r8/Tpzr5kaepnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ISpk_4MWyN0/s72-c/DSC05364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6421837758516532172</id><published>2011-08-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:09:27.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>I had to put this down somewhere so I'll never forget this conversation I had with Hadley on the way home from mass tonight.  I stopped in the gift store after mass, and she saw some prayer cards.  She wanted one with St. Michael on it, and after her behavior in church, I figured we needed all the help we could get.  Calling all saints and angels!!!!  We got in the car and she was carefully examining the picture on the front.  Here's how it went from there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- Mom, can we talk about St. Michael?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-  Sure, what do you want to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-  What does he protect us from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-  Well, the devil and other evil things that we may encounter...just like the prayer says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-  Mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-  I think St. Michael is handsome and I would like to marry him.  You know, I say that about all the handsome men I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- Well, you shouldn't just want to marry someone because they are handsome.  Remember how we have talked about how God looks at our inside beauty, and not our outside beauty?  It is much more important to have a husband that is handsome on the inside.  One who is caring, loving, takes care of you, and loves Jesus.  You wouldn't want a handsome husband who was mean to you all of the time would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- No.  But St. Michael protects us from the devil.  That's nice, isn't it?  He must love Jesus if he does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- Yes, it's very nice, and he does love Jesus very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- Ok, so can I marry him now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- No baby, you can't marry an angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- Ok.  Does St. Michael smoke cigars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- {laughing hysterically}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- Mom, why are you laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- Because Hadley, you are very funny, and I don't know where you come from sometimes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H- Oh.  Mom, is the devil a bat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-  Well, he has wings like a bat in this picture, he can probably fly.  Do you think he can fly?  Mom, what are we having for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not kidding...just a snapshot of a day in the life with Hadley.  Wouldn't trade her for the world...most of the time :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6421837758516532172?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6421837758516532172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6421837758516532172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6421837758516532172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6421837758516532172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-9086935407090907626</id><published>2011-08-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:04:55.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>I'm here.  Settled in B'ham.  H0me of men wearing Columbia shorts that are tight and too short, and deck shoes.  And home of women in capris and Yellow Box flip flops.  I'm not saying there is anything wrong with either of these looks.  I'm just saying, I see it lots here...like everywhere.  On a different note, mama loves seeing classy folks decked out in Bama gear (not the rednecks with mullets...I've spotted those too).  While I miss Tennessee so much I could cry (and have) I am OVER being in UT orange country.  Oh, and mama loves having her husband home every night for dinner.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to my next adventure...homeschooling!  Thanks be to Jesus for Donna who has helped me out and introduced me to her sweet friends (and told me they would be mine too!!).  She has been a God-send.  I have books ordered, and we are starting literature and Religion tomorrow.  CRAZZEEE!!!  Pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-9086935407090907626?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9086935407090907626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=9086935407090907626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9086935407090907626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9086935407090907626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6499193239877024395</id><published>2011-08-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:54:13.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not drowning</title><content type='html'>No chance, because I have accumulated a lovely little inner tube around my waistline.  It's pretty bad when your 4 year old says, "Mommy, you have a baby in your tummy!!!"  No hunny, that's just what happens when you eat Cheetos and drink margaritas all summer!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all good, I'll work it off.  My mom said for me to give myself a break.  We've been under lots of stress...I had a contract job last month that took up lots of my time, we sold the house and are moving back to Bama!!! And the list goes on.  So I'm taking mama's advice and going easy on myself...for a little while anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I were a celebrity being photographed by the paparazzi 24/7, the buzz would be that I have a bun in the oven.  No bun here...except one too many honey buns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6499193239877024395?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6499193239877024395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6499193239877024395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6499193239877024395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6499193239877024395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-drowning.html' title='I&apos;m not drowning'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6139327503167177328</id><published>2011-06-28T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T07:50:02.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Do for Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all know the phrase, "It hurts to be beautiful."  It's kind of my motto.  I mean, what's a little pain, right?  Stilettos for hours at a wedding, ripping hair off your face with hot wax, sleeping (or not sleeping at all) in ridiculous contraptions such&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the pink sponge rollers, that seemed like a good idea when putting them in before bed, but not such a good idea when you get up the next morning with half of them out, therefore leaving half of your head in Shirley Temple ringlets, and the other half straight as a board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70Zrhl3q45c/TgnmkhRGNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Z2c9edMUAxc/s320/pink%2Brollers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623279124828533954" /&gt;Or what about the infamous headgear (No this is not me in this picture, but it does resemble me in high school, minus the hands under the armpits.  My poor parents spent the money on a headgear, that I literally wore one time.  I decided an extra year of braces was so worth it to not have to wear that monstrosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AYMnO97mI4/TgnmK0nvbHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3qHS_r4VkaU/s320/Headgear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623278683347184754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My latest "pain" was the home keratin treatment I tried.  I have had two professional 'Brazilian Blowouts' to straighten  my hair (which looks like headgear girl if I don't take professional measures).  Anyway, the home treatment is not as good as the professional one to say the least.  I used the Organix brand Brazilian Treatment and my hair was greasy for 48 hours (which is how long you have to keep it in without washing it, or putting it behind your ears or in a ponytail.  I also smelled of some crazy things.  Some people said, microwaved chicken noodle soup or ramen noodles, some said cookies, some said suntan oil.  I think it was a combo of all three.  Anyway, I would say that this pain isn't worth it.  Spend the money on real Scotch tape, Kraft cheese, and a real salon Keratin Treatment.  You'll get what you pay for otherwise :).  What kind of pain have you put yourself through for beauty, and was it worth it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6139327503167177328?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6139327503167177328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6139327503167177328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6139327503167177328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6139327503167177328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-we-do-for-beauty.html' title='What We Do for Beauty'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70Zrhl3q45c/TgnmkhRGNMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Z2c9edMUAxc/s72-c/pink%2Brollers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-9217695300162394196</id><published>2011-06-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:56:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer Ya'll</title><content type='html'>Last year, I dropped a whole size in clothes with no explanation.  It was nice...really nice.  I was smaller than I can remember.  Like pre-high school.  So I did what any girl would do in this situation and ditched all my clothes that were too big for me!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guess what happened when momma tried to put on her white shorts a few weeks ago.  They wouldn't button!  Surely they shrunk in the dryer, you say?!  Well that what's I said!  But come to find out, ALL of my shorts shrunk in the dryer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I put together a plan to start working out and dieting like crazy.  But honestly, I'm not in the mood for dieting.  Seriously, it just makes me grumpy, and I'm already grumpy enough as it is. I don't feel the need to bring it on myself.  And besides, it WAS a total fluke that I was that skinny last year.  I have no idea how it happened.  I think my body had me confused with someone else.  And let's get real.  There's no way, even if I tried that I was going to drop enough weight quick enough to fit into those tiny shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So onto plan "B."  1)  Go shopping and buy some clothes that actually fit (this is what I tell my clients when they gain weight...time to take my own advice).  I did this, and I feel better already!  2)  Spend lots of time at the pool....cuz tan fat is prettier than white fat.  3) Sit on the back porch and drink a Blue Moon while my hubby grills cheeseburgers and listen to the faint sound of the ice cream maker churning up something good in my kitchen. Ahhhh, now that sounds like a plan!  Oh yeah, and with a little help from &lt;a href="http://holyyogabear.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend&lt;/a&gt;, I can maintain what I am now so I won't have to go shopping again!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Summer Ya'll!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-9217695300162394196?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9217695300162394196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=9217695300162394196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9217695300162394196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9217695300162394196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-summer-yall.html' title='Happy Summer Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1938446423080103753</id><published>2011-05-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:22:12.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all comes back around?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuY-yuTHb0U/TdK8n70vi0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/pSCN4mX6p6M/s1600/royal%2Bwedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuY-yuTHb0U/TdK8n70vi0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/pSCN4mX6p6M/s320/royal%2Bwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607751880289520450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm, some things never change...the good, bad and the just plain ugly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Century Gothic';color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1938446423080103753?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1938446423080103753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1938446423080103753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1938446423080103753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1938446423080103753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-all-comes-back-around.html' title='It all comes back around?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuY-yuTHb0U/TdK8n70vi0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/pSCN4mX6p6M/s72-c/royal%2Bwedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3356240241842314150</id><published>2011-05-08T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:03:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1582332821"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; display: inline; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: small; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1582332821WordSection1"&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: serif; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Mother's day to all of you mothers, stepmothers, grandmothers, godmothers, those who long to be mothers, and those who are missing their mothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; font-family: serif; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; font-family: serif; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; font-family: serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; font-family: serif; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;Somebody said being a mother is boring ...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody doesn't have five children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back ........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;law to a mother's heartstrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody never had grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1582332821MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Somebody isn't a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3356240241842314150?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3356240241842314150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3356240241842314150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3356240241842314150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3356240241842314150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/somebody-said.html' title='Somebody said...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1686679798246227309</id><published>2011-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:16:09.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't judge me.  I'm a woman, and I have the right to change my mind as often as I want.  Here is my Easter dress...&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UayWq8dQXtE/TcFDfEdPDaI/AAAAAAAAAck/IpwYHg5iXCU/s320/00013827-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602833612476976546" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...it's from Forever 21.  I know, I know.  I dedicated a whole post to how much I disliked their spring fashions, but I swear, everytime I go in there, they have new stuff!  I bought this one in Mobile, and oh how I do love it!  It is from the Love 21 line, and is so feminine and pretty.  And if you were wondering, yes, my skin is as pasty as the girl in this picture.  I think it will look much better on my when I have a tan.  Who has a tan on Easter anyway?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1686679798246227309?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1686679798246227309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1686679798246227309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1686679798246227309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1686679798246227309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-changed-my-mind.html' title='I changed my mind'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UayWq8dQXtE/TcFDfEdPDaI/AAAAAAAAAck/IpwYHg5iXCU/s72-c/00013827-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6160753652725032913</id><published>2011-03-07T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:44:01.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>2011 Oscar Fashions</title><content type='html'>Back by popular demand by my one reader (and it's my sister, pathetic!), here is Holly's rundown on the 2011 Oscar Fashions...for what it's worth.  You know what I love about this?  We all have opinions.  I actually watched the Oscars from start to finish with my mother-in-law, and some things she LOVED, I LOATHED! Same with my sister, and same with me and Joan Rivers.  So here goes!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mb55bGFRs0I/TWtdjqr78bI/AAAAAAAAJA0/8k7Yt1YNAIM/s1600/%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528ch+%25289%2529.jpg" id="il_fi" height="601" width="510" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Ann Hathaway left much to be desired with her hosting skills, she knocked it out of the park with her 8 costume changes, with the exception of the blue pleather looking one.  She gets the "Home Run" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://thestylistsite.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/oscars-2011-mila-kunis.jpg?w=320" id="il_fi" height="480" width="320" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, mixed reviews here.  Loved it when I saw it on the red carpet, but when she presented, I thought she had tattoos on her boobs.  It was weird.  She she gets the "Monet (beautiful from a distance, hot mess up close)" award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/2011pics/nicole_kidman_2011_oscars.jpg" id="il_fi" height="678" width="452" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole had one of my least favorite dresses of the night, but she gets an honorable mention for best "arm-candy."  Look at sweet Keith stepping back and letting her shine.  Such a doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.celebrityfolk.com/wp-content/uploads/marisa-tomei-oscars-2011.jpg" id="il_fi" height="626" width="421" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marisa Tomei gets my "worst dressed" award.  Really, worst look all around.  Not sure what she was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.ccrd.clearchannel.com/media/mlib/2135/2011/02/default/2011_oscar_red_carpet_12_1298840448.jpg" id="il_fi" height="410" width="272" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark Ruffalo gets "worst arm-candy award."  His wife couldn't decide what to wear, so she put two dresses on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i796.photobucket.com/albums/yy241/celebritybug/Award%20Shows/matthew-mc-022711-3.jpg" alt="2011 Oscars - Matthew McConaughey &amp;amp; Camila Alves" galleryimg="no" style="width: 337px; height: 540px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew and wife get the "Can't stop staring" award.  They were gorgeous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/2011%20Oscars%20Scarlett%20Johansson%20in%20Dolce%20%26%20Gabbana.jpg" id="il_fi" height="500" width="318" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you believe that I got this right off the rack at Wet Seal?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-8695" title="Melissa Leo in Elegant White Lace Dress at the 83rd Annual Academy Awards Pictures" src="http://www.starandstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Melissa-Leo-oscars-dress-2011.jpg" alt="Melissa Leo oscars dress 2011 Melissa Leo in Elegant White Lace Dress at the 83rd Annual Academy Awards Photos" width="323" height="460" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love my dress?  My daughter made it with leftover doilies from her valentine's art project!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/2011%20Oscars%20Reese%20Witherspoon%20in%20Armani%20Prive.jpg" id="il_fi" height="500" width="333" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reese was feeling sentimental, so she had her designer replicate her 1994 prom dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2011/02/swank-oscars/hilary-swank-oscars-2011-02.jpg" id="il_fi" height="678" width="452" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilary was one of my favorites, and gets the "diva duck" award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/2011pics/natalie_portman_2011_oscars.jpg" id="il_fi" height="679" width="452" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie gets  my "bun in the oven beauty" award, although, I was not diggin' her tassel earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2011/02/hailee-steinfeld-2011-oscars.jpg" id="il_fi" height="300" width="300" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/2011%20Oscars%20Helen%20Mirren%20in%20Vivienne%20Westwood.jpg" id="il_fi" height="500" width="333" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two get "age appropriate dresses" award.  So glad Miley Cyrus wasn't invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://trendsurvivor.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/picture-321.png?w=298&amp;amp;h=455" id="il_fi" height="455" width="298" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giuliana, do us all a favor and eat a burger and fries, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/2011pics/halle_berry_2011_oscars.jpg" id="il_fi" height="679" width="452" style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halle gets my "best dressed" award, and "I hope I look like her when I'm 45" award.  Stunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would love to hear what you all (or just you Lindsey) thought of the fashions.  Does anyone disagree with me?  Did I leave anyone out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6160753652725032913?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6160753652725032913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6160753652725032913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6160753652725032913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6160753652725032913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-oscar-fashions.html' title='2011 Oscar Fashions'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mb55bGFRs0I/TWtdjqr78bI/AAAAAAAAJA0/8k7Yt1YNAIM/s72-c/%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528%2528ch+%25289%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6202990492090606359</id><published>2011-03-03T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:52:18.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;This is one time it is NOT OK to sacrifice fashion for comfort.  These are the craziest shoes (or whatever they are) I've ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;seen, and when I see people wearing them I can't help staring.  They are so bizarre and I want to laugh and cry at the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;time when I see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vibramfivefingerstrade.com/images/blogphotos/flow%20vibram%20five%20fingers%20shoes%20sale%2015.jpg" id="il_fi" height="484" width="500" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 1px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6202990492090606359?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6202990492090606359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6202990492090606359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6202990492090606359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6202990492090606359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5282863755796135580</id><published>2011-02-21T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:20:33.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 31...ahem, I mean 21!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm in my last days of my 31st year, and still shop at Forever 21.  Do not judge me because you know you do it too.  However, there are PLENTY of clothes in there that I KNOW are too young for me, and I pass them over.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited when we got our 10,000 sq ft Forever 21 here a few months ago, and a friend of mine rushed right over there to get t-shirts for $3.  It was full of stuff and we literally plan out how we were going to go through the whole store, it is so huge.  Their Winter stuff was adorable, and we had fun browsing.  I got some basics like &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=top%5Fcasual&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000014414&amp;amp;Page=1&amp;amp;pgcount=25&amp;amp;sort=lp"&gt;camis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=top%5Fbasics%5Factive&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2080201761&amp;amp;Page=2&amp;amp;pgcount=25&amp;amp;sort=lp"&gt;long sleeve knit tops&lt;/a&gt; to layer, and she got &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category_name=btms_jeans&amp;amp;product_id=2074991580&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;trend=&amp;amp;fit=&amp;amp;pgCount=100"&gt;these jean&lt;/a&gt;s for $9.50 (yes, she's like a size 2 and looks darling in these...cue gag)!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We vowed to come back for more serious shopping a few weeks later when it was payday, and we did (and brought along another friend).  Boy was I disappointed with their Spring line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, we had just come from &lt;a href="http://www.philanthropyfashion.com/"&gt;Philanthropy&lt;/a&gt; and got to see all of the beautifully, feminine spring clothing that is out.  The colors are peaches, and pinks and light greens and blues, with tiny floral prints....very vintage looking, and I LOVE IT!  And the one shoulder look is back...yippee!  Forever 21 has a line of this &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=top&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000010941&amp;amp;Page=1&amp;amp;pgcount=100"&gt;type stuff&lt;/a&gt;, and I think it is hideous.  It looks cheap, and I don't like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And can anyone tell me what &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=dress&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000011429&amp;amp;Page=3&amp;amp;pgcount=25"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is about?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the whole center section is &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=dress&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2062097523&amp;amp;Page=2&amp;amp;pgcount=25"&gt;nautical&lt;/a&gt; themed.  Yuck.  Now we may be seeing this stuff in the spring, but you will NOT see it on me!  The ONLY way I would wear that stuff is if someone invited me out on their yacht for the day.  And I would imagine if I had friends rich enough to have a yacht, I would be rich too and wouldn't be shopping at Forever 21!  Ok, maybe I would ;).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was hoping for a few inexpensive, cute pieces for the spring from Forever 21, but so far, not impressed.  I'll definitely continue to get my basics from there, but other than that, I'll have to keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5282863755796135580?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5282863755796135580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5282863755796135580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5282863755796135580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5282863755796135580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/forever-31ahem-i-mean-21.html' title='Forever 31...ahem, I mean 21!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8202734035477844445</id><published>2011-02-16T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:52:42.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Furious February</title><content type='html'>February is our craziest month of the year...3 birthdays and an anniversary...oh yeah, and Valentine's Day...AND if I was still in Mobile, it would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; time!  Not to mention the regular stuff....school, Bible study, jobs, kids, and keeping up with the house.  Crazy times here!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about the last year over the past couple of days.  Mainly because on Monday (yes, Valentine's Day), Tadd and I celebrated our 7 year anniversary.  It was a sweet day, and my sweet hubby cooked me a gourmet meal that we enjoyed in quiet after we put the kids to bed.  Anyway, I was thinking about how hard this year has been for us in more ways than one...really hard.  I remembered a meditation I had read a few weeks ago about suffering and how one cannot know true joy without suffering first.  Even though, we are still struggling, things are much better, and I have so much to be grateful for.  Our health, our home, God's provision, an extended family that I can talk to and who all love and respect one another, a job, Godly friends, and a wonderful Church home.  Yesterday I got an email with the testimony of a lady whose husband walked out on her after 7 years of wedded bliss, and after she had just given birth to their first child.  He had been unfaithful the whole time. That husband of hers was an ex-boyfriend of mine, and I couldn't help but think how that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been me.  Also, I spoke with a candidate whom I haven't been able to get in touch with, and he said the reason why is is 34 yr old wife was put in the hospital on Friday for heart failure due to the chemo she was going through for her breast cancer...34 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think the lesson in all of this is that God is giving me little glimpses of how good I have it.  I really have so many reasons to be joyful.  My sweet Eli turned 2 last week, and he is just the joy of our lives.  We all just sit and watch him and laugh at him daily!  Hadley insists on dressing herself, and comes down in the craziest outfits you've ever seen, and we just have to laugh.  And my sweet Alex, he's a little man.  The best sense of humor, and such a kind heart.  I couldn't have custom ordered better kids.  And my husband, well, I could write for days.  Let's just say God knew what he was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so grateful to be celebrating life right now, and love this season I'm in.  Sorry for the deep post...this is for me to look back on later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side not, I'm so disorganized.  My brain capacity is full with activities.  There is too much in my head, and I forget things all of the time.  I'm terrible at using a calendar.  Any advice on how to stop forgetting things?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8202734035477844445?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8202734035477844445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8202734035477844445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8202734035477844445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8202734035477844445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/fast-and-furious-february.html' title='Fast and Furious February'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3668482914174605767</id><published>2011-01-20T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:18:59.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Jewelry, but HURRY!</title><content type='html'>My favorite accessory store is having quite the deal this week.  Unfortunately, no one informed me of it until yesterday and today is the last day!  So if you are in the Nashville or Franklin area, go to &lt;a href="http://www.whats-in-store.com/"&gt;What's-In-Store's website&lt;/a&gt;, Click on "This ones on us" at the bottom of the page, print your coupon and take it in the store!  They have a shelf of jewelry for you to pick from, and it really is free!!! Who says there's no such thing as a free lunch? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pics later of what I scooped up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3668482914174605767?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3668482914174605767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3668482914174605767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3668482914174605767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3668482914174605767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/free-jewelry-but-hurry.html' title='Free Jewelry, but HURRY!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7769722798956278652</id><published>2011-01-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:55:40.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you would've asked me a few weeks ago, I'd have told you I would be rooting for the Auburn Tigers tonight.  You know, keeping it in the SEC conference.  Making us win 5 national championships in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the more I think about it, the more I realize I can't do it.  No matter how hard I try, I can't cheer for them.  It's just not in my DNA.  Impossible.  Makes me sick to my stomach to think about them winning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TSsdrlICbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nDJMmurhpmw/s320/oregonA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570799456414930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the phrase of the day is....GO DUCKS!  Sorry all my Auburn friends.  You know I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7769722798956278652?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7769722798956278652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7769722798956278652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7769722798956278652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7769722798956278652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TSsdrlICbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nDJMmurhpmw/s72-c/oregonA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4086689658584449535</id><published>2011-01-03T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:48:23.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Layers for the Cold</title><content type='html'>I was talking to the lady I get my eggs from (go ahead and insert 'granola' comment here).  She has free range chickens, and they have had terrible trouble with predators this year.  Bobcats, hawks and coyotes...you name it, they've had it.  She said that these animals have the instinct that it is going to be a long cold winter, and the are packing on the pounds (in the form of her poor chickens), to keep warm for this winter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my question is, are we the same?  Is this why I ate probably a total of an entire pan of fudge over the last 3 weeks?  I literally have a giant muffin top that has appeared in the month of December.  Is it because I know it's going to be cold and I need that extra layer of warmth?  I'm just gonna go with that.  It's my instinct.  It's what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4086689658584449535?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4086689658584449535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4086689658584449535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4086689658584449535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4086689658584449535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/extra-layers-for-cold.html' title='Extra Layers for the Cold'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-652698404614847646</id><published>2010-12-23T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:10:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Never Go Out of Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll give you 25 guesses where I was Sunday night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Rodeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Papa Loved Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Beaches of Cheyene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Two of a Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Much too young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Good ride cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Shameless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Unanswered Prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;We Shall be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;The Thunder Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Long Neck bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Callin Baton Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;That summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;In Anothers Eyes (w/ Trisha!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;She's in Love With the boy (Trisha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Wrong Side of Memphis (Trisha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Friends in Low Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;The Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Ain't Goin Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Turn The Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Which one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Alabama Clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;Two Pina Coladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TROdRK5uj8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/p-F5s6t5R18/s1600/garth-brooks-countrymusicislove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TROdRK5uj8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/p-F5s6t5R18/s320/garth-brooks-countrymusicislove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553955683787771842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some things just never go out of style ;)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-652698404614847646?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/652698404614847646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=652698404614847646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/652698404614847646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/652698404614847646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-things-never-go-out-of-style.html' title='Some Things Never Go Out of Style'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TROdRK5uj8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/p-F5s6t5R18/s72-c/garth-brooks-countrymusicislove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3392496790947001307</id><published>2010-12-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:37:11.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the honor of hosting &lt;a href="http://www.hinklegroup.net/index.html"&gt;The Hinkle Group&lt;/a&gt; Christmas party at my house this year. What fun we had! My sweet husband prepared the most delicious dinner, and we sang karaoke until way too late. So here's a pic of me and my girls who I work with. Beautiful, (inside and out), hard-working, smart women who love Jesus and can sing. What more could you ask for in co-workers? Nothing!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TREdTDTGUcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XwbyO2zydDo/s1600/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TREdTDTGUcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XwbyO2zydDo/s320/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553252028664664514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Lindsey (yes, me and my sis work together, and it works!), me, Jeanine (rockin' boss), Makini and Rene'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you girls!  I'm so grateful for The Hinkle Group! Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3392496790947001307?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3392496790947001307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3392496790947001307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3392496790947001307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3392496790947001307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TREdTDTGUcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XwbyO2zydDo/s72-c/hinkle%2Bparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4101593480331867241</id><published>2010-12-11T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:03:31.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>“Be yourself.  Everyone else is already taken” Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4101593480331867241?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4101593480331867241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4101593480331867241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4101593480331867241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4101593480331867241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8286285406777580725</id><published>2010-11-30T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:30:28.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMAs'/><title type='text'>For Your Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, remember the days I used to watch the awards shows and report back to you the next day with the best and worst dressed...those were the days.  I've got the CMAs on DVR and have only watched half of them.  HOWEVER, I have a guest writer who sent me an email that had me in stitches.  I swear, this woman would have readers across the globe if she had a blog of her own!  Hope you enjoy this from BB (aka Miz Becky!).&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;i&gt;Hey Holly, I'm sure you've already checked these out.  There are some amazingly gorgeous women dressed well.  There are also some...what the? people too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, Kelly Pickler, Kelly Pickler.  I love you, you are gorgeous...if I woke up tomorrow  and looked like you I'd smile all day.  But, hun, who is dressing you?  You're SO gorgeous that you can absolutely put the "girls" under cover!  Pease check out ciaobella.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marriage seems to be sitting well with Carrie Underwood.  What a little doll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you think of Taylor Swift?  The dress works, but it seems she's too flat-chested to pull this off well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think Leigh Ann Rimes is doing a total coming out, in your face, "I'm a hussy" look to go with her recent confessions.  Wonder if she's thinking this will make her a new sex symbol?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow is amazing.  That dress would look trashy on some, but it looks classy on her.  I think she looks great with a few extra pounds (which only means went from emaciated to toned and trim).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many more, but my last expression is on Billy Ray Cyrus.  Is it just me, or can he, Tish and Miley make anything they put on look like a blue light special from K-Mart?  It's a gift that seems to keep on giving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT621" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 139); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.theboot.com/2010/11/10/cma-red-carpet-pictures/?icid=main|htmlws-main-w|dl2|sec3_lnk1|183534" href="http://www.theboot.com/2010/11/10/cma-red-carpet-pictures/?icid=main%7Chtmlws-main-w%7Cdl2%7Csec3_lnk1%7C183534" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 139); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click here: CMA Awards Red Carpet Pictures - The Boot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8286285406777580725?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8286285406777580725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8286285406777580725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8286285406777580725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8286285406777580725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-your-entertainment.html' title='For Your Entertainment'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6135437703214848647</id><published>2010-10-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:30:08.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana and the Angel of Art</title><content type='html'>Hadley told me today, "Momma, I've changed my mind allot about what I want to be for Halloween (Belle, Cowgirl, Spider Girl, Doctor), but today I've changed it again.  I want to be Hannah Montana."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let me get straight with ya'll.  I have tried with all of my power to shelter my sweet girl from the evils of hoochie mamas, and the other evils of TV, radio and the modern world.  Hadley only watches a little TV, and that is Nick Jr, and PBS...occasionally Playhouse Disney.  So I was shocked to hear that she even knew that name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "Hadley, where did you hear about her?"  She said, "I saw her on a commercial."  Alex isn't allowed to watch his shows when Hadley is around, but obviously, she caught a peek of a commercial somewhere.  So I told her she was NOT being Hannah Montana for Halloween, because she wasn't a good person to imitate.  She said, "OK, I'll be a dinosaur then."  To be continued what she finally decides (trust me, it will be something we have a costume for).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second story:  Thanks to our &lt;a href="http://deusnosconjuxit.blogspot.com/2010/09/michaelmas-2010.html"&gt;inspiration&lt;/a&gt;, we have been learning the prayer to St. Michael as a family.  I've been wanting to do this for awhile, and our sweet friends gave us the boost we needed.  The kids are doing great with it, and we practice it and add a line every night.  So as I was tucking Hadley into bed, she said "Momma, I'm scared."  I told her she had nothing to be afraid of, as St. Michael the Arc Angel, Jesus and Mary were protecting her.  She said, "Momma, where does Michael the Angel do his art?  Is that the cutest thing ever?  She thought we were saying "St. Michael the Art Angel."  And she was picturing him in heaven with his easel!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6135437703214848647?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6135437703214848647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6135437703214848647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6135437703214848647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6135437703214848647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/hannah-montana-and-angel-of-art.html' title='Hannah Montana and the Angel of Art'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-9157060299964253596</id><published>2010-09-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:14:49.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persecuted for our Faith</title><content type='html'>I picked Alex up from school on Friday.  To fill you in, he is at a new school this year.  Since pre-school, he has always attended a "non-denominational" classical Christian school.  I put that in quotation marks, because every non-denominational school/church, has had some pretty strong beliefs, or core values, and pretty quick to set you straight if you don't agree with them.  Why don't they just name themselves something?  Sorry for going off on a tangent on that...and all my non-denominational brothers and sisters, you know I love you.  Anyway, we moved him to another "non-denominational" classical Christian school (but much more of the teachings of reformation at this one).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on with my story.  Alex entered the car very distraught when I picked him up.  He said that he and some kids in Bible class got into the discussion of Mary.  He said they didn't believe that she was sinless, and only Jesus was sinless.  Alex explained to them that if Jesus, who was without sin, was carried in her womb, and physically connected to her, how could she NOT be sinless!  How could a woman who had sin in her, carry a baby who was and would be forever sinless?  He got very upset about this and asked his Bible teacher, "Isn't Mary sinless?"  To which he responded that the kids should stop the discussion and continue it with their parents when they got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the conversation did not stop, but continued without the teachers knowledge.  One little boy told Alex that he was going to hell because he was Catholic, and what Catholics believe is not true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really?  Ten year olds?  I mean, I have been told the same thing (by a teacher when I was in high school...nice), but ten year olds?  And 4 short weeks into school mind you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex was devastated, and asked if he could go to a Catholic school.  Being the mama bear, I wanted to scoop him up in my lap, and say "yes baby, whatever you want!"  But I didn't.  I told him why we believe, what we believe about Mary (which he obviously knew, and held his own!), and why he ISN'T going to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started thinking back about being 1 of 2 families that were Catholic in my high school, and what I had to put up with.  Honestly, I think it made me stronger in my faith.  It led me to study more, and really be able to defend what I believe.  I'm glad I went to a Christian school, and really glad I didn't go to a Catholic school.  I know there are arguments for all kinds of schools, and they are all good arguments.  I think that the decision has to be made for the individual family.  Our decision was more educational, but feel strongly about Christian education as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us, we were no doubt, led to this school by our Lord.  So much prayer went into our decision, and we are very glad to be there.  I know that this won't be the last time that Alex is challenged.  We can only pray that it makes him even more proud to be Catholic, and that much stronger in his faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  I spoke with the parent of the boy, and she was very upset.  She said that they have talked to him and he is going to work on controlling his mouth (we have that problem in our family too).  He apologized to Alex at school the next day, and all is well.  Of course we forgive them.  I just pray that Alex can move past the hurt really soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-9157060299964253596?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9157060299964253596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=9157060299964253596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9157060299964253596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9157060299964253596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/persecuted-for-our-faith.html' title='Persecuted for our Faith'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-616340955522250278</id><published>2010-09-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:45:04.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Just Ain't Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Every time a Red Robin commercial comes on TV, Alex says, "It's not fair!  Those burgers on that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;commercial look  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;so good, and we don't get to taste them.  They shouldn't be able to show Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Robin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;commercials here since we don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;have one near us!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.burgerbusiness.com/wp-content/uploads/RedRobinLogo.jpg" id="il_fi" height="468" width="655" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Buddy, I feel your pain.  The have started showing H&amp;amp;M commercials here...pure torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 1px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2301682819_9efe0a036a_o.gif" id="il_fi" height="400" width="400" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-616340955522250278?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/616340955522250278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=616340955522250278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/616340955522250278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/616340955522250278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-just-aint-fair.html' title='Life Just Ain&apos;t Fair'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8926847551588335700</id><published>2010-09-12T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:44:48.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white after labor day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny jeans'/><title type='text'>White after Labor Day</title><content type='html'>I had on my white skinny jeans at a birthday party, and a dad (funny that a dad was the one saying this) came up to me and said "Only one more week of being able to wear those!"  I said, no way!  That is an old rule.  Now I think it is totally fine to wear very white (not just 'winter white')pants through the winter.  I know my grandmother would roll her eyes at that (just like she rolls her eyes when I decide to cut my hair short).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a fan of white shoes (not even in the summer), unless they are like flip flops or white gladiators.  I even hate white sneakers.  So the white shoes after Labor Day is a moot point for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do you think?  Is it a big deal to you, or not?  White after Labor Day that is.  Do you still see people in white pants and think it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pax&lt;/span&gt;?  Would love to hear what my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt; think.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8926847551588335700?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8926847551588335700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8926847551588335700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8926847551588335700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8926847551588335700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/white-after-labor-day.html' title='White after Labor Day'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-222189074375022655</id><published>2010-08-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:24:53.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten'/><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat...</title><content type='html'>At a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; last week, I was stressing over the woes of having a 3 year old girl who thinks she rules the world.  Who acts like life is over if she doesn't get her way.  Who 1 minute is an angel, and the next an irrational mess, throwing a temper tantrum.  One of the mamas there said it sounds like a gluten issue.  I totally blew off the comment (probably for selfish reasons...like not wanting to deal with the hassle of changing a diet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to thinking about it.  Hadley has been complaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; lately about her tummy hurting.  So Friday, I made pancakes for breakfast.  After she ate, she was holding her belly and said "Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we eat pancakes, my tummy hurts."  I don't use junk on my pancakes...we eat agave nectar as opposed to syrup, and we topped that with berries.  So it definitely wasn't Aunt Jemima hurting her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided at that point we were going to spend the weekend on a "gluten-free" experiment.  Now we didn't go hard-core.  Just no bread, pasta, crackers, etc.  I didn't go so far as to read labels on things.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not kidding...she's a different kid.  Completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;compliant&lt;/span&gt;, obedient and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Monday I made some muffins, and Tuesday morning she wanted one for breakfast.  I decided to let her have it to see if her behavior changed.  Halfway through the muffin, she said her tummy hurt.  And 2 hours later in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; parking lot...meltdown of epic proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels bad that all this time, I just had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tweak&lt;/span&gt; her diet, and she is so much better.  Then the other part of me is glad we caught it while she's still young.  So I guess we are going gluten-free (for her at least).  I know dinner time will need to be mostly gluten free for all of us.  So any suggestions on INEXPENSIVE (anyone who knows me, knows I'm a big saver, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couponer&lt;/span&gt;) meals to feed my family in the gluten-free arena, I'll listen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-222189074375022655?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/222189074375022655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=222189074375022655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/222189074375022655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/222189074375022655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html' title='To eat or not to eat...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3546105148710166130</id><published>2010-07-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:21:46.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words on my hubby</title><content type='html'>Just a few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't like when my hubby has a stressful day, but my tummy does.  He relieves stress by cooking gourmet meals.  OK by me!  So night before last we had gulf shrimp (in freezer from before oil spill), over pasta with some amazing white wine cream sauce...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Whey can I go to a cell phone store and get nowhere (except to be told I have to spend a ton of money for a new phone or to get out of my contract), and he goes in for 5 minutes and comes out with a free new phone for me?  Not complaining...it's great, but sometimes I wonder if my sales and negotiating skills got lost somewhere between my stretch marks and c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Locked my keys in my car today.  If you are close to me, you know this happens WAY too often.  Once again, Super Tadd to the rescue.  Not mad at me, no yelling...just shakes his head and laughs as he once again shows up to save me.  I always tell him to be glad I have all the kids, and didn't lock &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; in the car!  Glad he finds my air-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt; endearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these things are God teaching me that I don't have to be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, and to learn to depend on my husband, and that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to do that!  Love my man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3546105148710166130?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3546105148710166130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3546105148710166130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3546105148710166130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3546105148710166130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-on-my-hubby.html' title='Words on my hubby'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5602150658188197998</id><published>2010-07-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:37:48.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braids'/><title type='text'>How Hair Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>I love to braid hair.  When I was preggers with Hadley, I was so excited to be having a girl so I could play with her hair.  Well, she's 3 1/2 now, and still not much hair to work with.  However, this is what the Lord blessed me with as a niece!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 17, 0); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpiQTsEm4w/TDIZq5ftYCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/L0smDRroFFQ/s1600/G%26G+July+%2710+003.jpg" style="color: rgb(102, 181, 255); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpiQTsEm4w/TDIZq5ftYCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/L0smDRroFFQ/s320/G%26G+July+%2710+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490479120497074210" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously?  Who could keep their hands out of that hair?  Not me!  While we were in Mobile with the whole family, I did Gianna's hair in double french braids and it was so cute!  She finally sits still for me to fix it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also visited my sweet Maw-Maw in Mobile.  She is aging quickly, and we can barely communicate with her anymore.  She has lost her sight as well.  Very hard.  Anyway, this visit, I only had Eli with me, and he was very clingy.  But I did play with Maw-Maw's ponytail and told her I hope my hair will be beautiful like hers one day.  One of the nurses agreed, and said she loves to have her hair braided, and that anytime someone tells her that her hair is pretty, she asks if it is in a french braid.  She also said that one of her granddaughters always french braids it.  That is me I told her!  Since I had Eli, and nobody to hold him, I couldn't braid her hair.  But it made me feel so good, that no matter how far gone I think her mind is, she knows she loves to have her hair braided when I visit.  I told her that it brings me as much joy to braid her hair as it does her.  Now every time I do a french braid (hopefully on my own daughter eventually), I'll always think of my Maw-Maw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5602150658188197998?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5602150658188197998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5602150658188197998' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5602150658188197998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5602150658188197998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-hair-makes-me-happy.html' title='How Hair Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NpiQTsEm4w/TDIZq5ftYCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/L0smDRroFFQ/s72-c/G%26G+July+%2710+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-90857669735334457</id><published>2010-06-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:39:45.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletter'/><title type='text'>May/June Transformations</title><content type='html'>For the answer to how much my outfit costs, and for more fun and fashion tips, check out my newsletter!  If you aren't on my email list, and want to be, leave your email in my comments section, or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:holly@ciaobellaimages.com"&gt;holly@ciaobellaimages.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-90857669735334457?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/90857669735334457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=90857669735334457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/90857669735334457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/90857669735334457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/mayjune-transformations.html' title='May/June Transformations'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8228667553989414227</id><published>2010-06-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:41:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can you guess how much this outfit cost me?  I'll throw some name brands at you to help you out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Navy Tank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banana Republic Skirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Face Flip Flops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hat, bracelet, necklace brands unknown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TAaXIU88O1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aSQfHyw_yfM/s1600/holly+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478232166061849426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TAaXIU88O1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aSQfHyw_yfM/s320/holly+outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go ahead, give it your best shot!  And sorry about the poor quality, I Phone picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8228667553989414227?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8228667553989414227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8228667553989414227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8228667553989414227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8228667553989414227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-guess.html' title='Can You Guess?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/TAaXIU88O1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/aSQfHyw_yfM/s72-c/holly+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3477038573061187248</id><published>2010-05-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:58:11.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have confidence...</title><content type='html'>...that if I were a man with hairy arms (like up to my shoulders), I would refrain from wearing sleeveless shirts.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3477038573061187248?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3477038573061187248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3477038573061187248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3477038573061187248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3477038573061187248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-confidence.html' title='I have confidence...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6789406985292401647</id><published>2010-05-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:28:15.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We are Nashville'/><title type='text'>We Are Nashville</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanks to all of you who called to check on us during this crazy time in Nashville.  We are fine, thank God!  We had one house in our neighborhood that had flooding in their garage, and we had some roads buckle and some damage to a bridge and our neighborhood playground.  So in the big scheme of things...nothing.  So many have lost their homes, their possessions, and some, their lives and loved ones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can't tell you how beautiful it has been to see such an outpouring of love and community during all of this.  We have had friends affected by this terrible flood, and have heard stories of how people have come to the rescue.  Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FEMA&lt;/span&gt; arrived, before Red Cross arrived.  Neighbors, churches, complete strangers were there to help these people pick up the pieces that were left and lend a helping hand.  Strangers, covered in mud and sewage from climbing under houses and ripping out ductwork.  Covered in dust from cutting out drywall.  Coughing, sneezing, sick from the mildew infested carpet, furniture, clothing, and air.  It's such a good reminder that you don't have to look far from help.  And that people really are generous...sometimes it just takes a natural disaster to get people going.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are tents set up in these neighborhoods that were destroyed.  Here, people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and grocery stores bring food and drinks daily so that lunch and dinner will be available to these people who still have no power, no food, and some of them no money to replace these things.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a video clip of some of the pictures from the flood, and the quotes are from a blog post from a local who had some great things to say.  Please continue to reach out to these people in any way you can.  If you aren't local, there are plenty of ways to donate.  If you can't donate, please pray.   There are so many stories out there that would just break your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One way you can help (and be really fashionable at the same time) is to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.wearenashville.org/"&gt;"We are Nashville"&lt;/a&gt; t-shirt.  I'll be heading over to &lt;a href="http://www.nashvilleclothing.com/"&gt;Nashville Clothing Company &lt;/a&gt;to pick up one for myself this weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pFjaQoOdJvI/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFjaQoOdJvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFjaQoOdJvI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:40 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6789406985292401647?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6789406985292401647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6789406985292401647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6789406985292401647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6789406985292401647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-nashville.html' title='We Are Nashville'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-918508408726835853</id><published>2010-04-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:54:42.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the winner of the naming of the newsletter contest is....Molly!  The newsletter's name is &lt;i&gt;Transformations&lt;/i&gt;!  I'm throwing an honorable mention at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt; Becky.  I'm using her "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Girl Across the Room (never envy her again, advice on being her)&lt;/i&gt;" for the advice column!  She gets a $50 gift certificate!  Congrats girls.  And I promise, you'll get the newsletter soon.  I worked really hard on it, made it beautiful, and the file is too big to email.  I may have to make it less beautiful so I can get it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; :(  Congrats girls, and thanks to everyone for the creative  names.  It was a tough decision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-918508408726835853?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/918508408726835853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=918508408726835853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/918508408726835853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/918508408726835853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4707249501605724632</id><published>2010-04-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:26:34.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletter'/><title type='text'>Win $100 Gift Certificate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people, I'm giving away $100 Bella Bucks (that's a gift certificate towards my services)! But I need your help! I'm in the process of creating my very first newsletter, and I'm very excited about it. But I want some input as to what I should name it. It's going to have articles, tips, a Q&amp;amp;A section, and of course a client section with before and afters. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So put on your thinking caps! I want to get the newsletter out by week's end, so contest ends on Thursday. Oh, and if you are out of town (too far for me to travel) and you win, no worries. We can do a partial consultation online!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To enter, just leave a comment with what you think I should name my blog.  And if you want to receive the newsletter via email, leave your email address in comments section or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:holly@ciaobellaimages.com"&gt;holly@ciaobellaimages.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Let all of your blog buddies know so I have lots of ideas to choose from!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4707249501605724632?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4707249501605724632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4707249501605724632' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4707249501605724632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4707249501605724632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/win-100-gift-certificate.html' title='Win $100 Gift Certificate'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2293239521805014750</id><published>2010-04-03T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:31:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were on the Cross</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, all I wanted to do was spend time praying, meditating and reflecting on the death of our Lord.  Tall order for a mom of 3.  Satan did everything in his power to make this not happen, and most of the day it worked.  I had a really hard "mommy day."  I found myself praying, "Lord, I just want to spend time with you!!!"  And the truth is, spending time with my kids (even at their worst) IS spending time with HIM!  So as my 3 year old was throwing fit after fit, and literally throwing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup at me while I was driving down the road, I "offered it up."  I knew that I was going to have a little time with Him at the Good Friday service at church, where I could utilize the nursery.  WRONG!  No nursery.  More offering it up.  As I prayed last night, the Lord put this song on my heart.  Even at my worst (which really isn't that bad) and I wonder where he is, he's there, on the cross.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, geneva, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, geneva, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everything is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, geneva, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And everything I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; loved before is gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alone, like the coming of the frost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And a cold winter's chill in my stony heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where were You when all that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; hoped for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where were You when all that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; dreamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Came crashing down in shambles around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were on the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Could You take away the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I find someone to blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Would it make my life seem easier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Alone, all my friends are asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I can't find anyone to stay awake with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And where were You when sin stole my innocence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where were You when I was ashamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hiding in a life I wish I’d never made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were on the cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My God, my God All along, all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were on the cross You died for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All along, all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were on the cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Victorious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All along, all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were there in all my suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were there in doubt and fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm waiting on the dawn to reappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By: Matt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CD:  Alive Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2293239521805014750?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2293239521805014750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2293239521805014750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2293239521805014750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2293239521805014750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-were-on-cross.html' title='You Were on the Cross'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1968469015921756151</id><published>2010-03-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:04:26.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of a Man Named Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, we had a business fair at our church. I had a table set up there, and it was great to share my business with the people of my parish. I was doing free, quick, wardrobe analysis and consultations. I met a very interesting and confident man named Joe. He came up to my table and said, "So, what do you think of my image, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;, don't tell me. I already know. My image is perfect, because I am made in the image of God. In fact, we all are, which means, nobody needs to hire you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got me thinking. He is right, we are all made in the image and likeness of God, and when we meet him one day, we will have perfect bodies, and no thoughts of insecurity. However, we don't all have perfect bodies and/or the confidence of Joe. I heard a lady speak at the women's conference yesterday, and she mentioned the &lt;em&gt;Dove&lt;/em&gt; "Real Women" campaign from a few years ago. The campaign statistics showed that 2% of women label themselves as beautiful. 2%!!! This is crazy to me. I look around every day and see the beauty of the women I come in contact with. So different, and so "perfect." Even though we are perfect, and God sees us that way, and is crazy about us JUST THE WAY WE ARE, that doesn't mean we see ourselves that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's where I come in. You know, when I describe my business, I compare what I do to the show &lt;em&gt;What Not to Wear. &lt;/em&gt;I should really stop doing that, because the way I approach the whole process is very different. I don't choose to tear you down only to bring you back up. I take the person and ask them about their insecurities. I teach them to love what God has given them, and to make them look and feel beautiful, no matter what their body type or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all felt like Joe about ourselves? I would totally be fine being out of business if that's how we all felt! I would find something else to do. But thanks to the media, Satan, and &lt;a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/11312a.htm"&gt;original sin&lt;/a&gt;, we don't all feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new friend asked me about my business not long ago. She said, "So do you think that a sweet little nun with a bulky habit, and no make-up needs your services?" My response, "Heaven's No!" That little woman has given her life to God, and is probably very confident that God loves her just the way she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not out to make a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt; clone army. Just as God made us all look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, I think we should all dress different. I like to help people feel comfy in the skin they are in while wearing things that make them feel good about themselves (so sue me if for me these things happen to be skinny jeans, cool boots and trendy jewelry)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I challenge you all to tell yourself you are beautiful, and mean it. And if you don't feel it, go through your closet and put something on that makes you feel beautiful. Then thank God for giving you this beautiful body that is made in HIS image!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453731110848560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S6-LjNqf_iI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wH8nfjc8exo/s320/mooresignature%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1968469015921756151?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1968469015921756151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1968469015921756151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1968469015921756151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1968469015921756151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/wisdom-of-man-named-joe.html' title='Wisdom of a Man Named Joe'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S6-LjNqf_iI/AAAAAAAAAa4/wH8nfjc8exo/s72-c/mooresignature%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-530036892256689497</id><published>2010-03-23T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:55:58.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Finger Lickin' Evil</title><content type='html'>Do you know how hard it is not to lick the spoon after you've made chocolate muffins for your daughter's preschool?  Well, it's hard.  Ridiculously hard.  Borderline heroic&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-530036892256689497?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/530036892256689497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=530036892256689497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/530036892256689497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/530036892256689497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/finger-lickin-evil.html' title='Finger Lickin&apos; Evil'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5374970414715384390</id><published>2010-02-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:35:06.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Monastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 22px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(170, 221, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I borrowed this from my friend Laurie's blog. Good stuff if you have a minute to read.  And, I have a friend who suggested a Ron Rolheiser book to me years ago.  I started it, and decided I wasn't smart enough to read his stuff.  I think I'll try again ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandenandlaurioneil.blogspot.com/2010/02/domestic-monastery.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;The Domestic Monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Written by: Ron Rolheiser OMI January 7, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo Carretto, one of the leading spiritual writers of the past half-century, lived for more than a dozen years as a hermit in the Sahara desert. Alone, with only the Blessed Sacrament for company milking a goat for his food, and translating the bible into the local Bedouin language, he prayed for long hours by himself. Returning to Italy one day to visit his mother, he came to a startling realization: His mother, who for more than thirty years of her life had been so busy raising a family that she scarcely ever had a private minute for herself, was more contemplative than he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carretto, though, was careful to draw the right lesson from this. What this taught was not that there was anything wrong with what he had been doing in living as a hermit. The lesson was rather that there was something wonderfully right about what his mother had been doing all these years as she lived the interrupted life amidst the noise and incessant demands of small children. He had been in a monastery, but so had she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a monastery? A monastery is not so much a place set apart for monks and nuns as it is a place set apart (period). It is also a place to learn the value of powerlessness and a place to learn that time is not ours, but God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home and our duties can, just like a monastery, teach us those things. John of the Cross once described the inner essence of monasticism in these words: "But they, O my God and my life, will see and experience your mild touch, who withdraw from the world and become mild, bringing the mild into harmony with the mild, thus enabling themselves to experience and enjoy you." What John suggests here is that two elements make for a monastery: withdrawal from the world and bringing oneself into harmony with the mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he was speaking about the vocation of monastic monks and nuns, who physically withdraw from the world, the principle is equally valid for those of us who cannot go off to monasteries and become monks and nuns. Certain vocations offer the same kind of opportunity for contemplation. They too provide a desert for reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the mother who stays home with small children experiences a very real withdrawal from the world. Her existence is definitely monastic. Her tasks and preoccupations remove her from the centres of power and social importance. And she feels it. Moreover her sustained contact with young children (the mildest of the mild) gives her a privileged opportunity to be in harmony with the mild, that is, to attune herself to the powerlessness rather than to the powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the demands of young children also provide her with what St. Bernard, one of the great architects of monasticism, called the "monastic bell". All monasteries have a bell. Bernard, in writing his rules for monasticism, told his monks that whenever the monastic bell rang, they were to drop whatever they were doing and go immediately to the particular activity (prayer, meals, work, study, sleep) to which the bell was summoning them. He was adamant that they respond immediately, stating that if they were writing a letter they were to stop in mid-sentence when the bell rang. The idea in his mind was that when the bell called, it called you to the next task and you were to respond immediately, not because you want to, but because it's time for that task and time isn't your time, it's God's time. For him, the monastic bell was intended as a discipline to stretch the heart by always taking you beyond your own agenda to God's agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a mother raising children, perhaps in a more privileged way even than a professional contemplative, is forced, almost against her will, to constantly stretch her heart. For years, while raising children, her time is never her own, her own needs have to be kept in second place, and every time she turns around a hand is reaching out and demanding something. She hears the monastic bell many times during the day and she has to drop things in mid-sentence and respond, not because she wants to, but because it's time for that activity and time isn't her time, but God's time. The rest of us experience the monastic bell each morning when our alarm clock rings and we get out of bed and ready ourselves for the day, not because we want to, but because it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principles of monasticism are time-tested, saint-sanctioned, and altogether-trustworthy. But there are different kinds of monasteries, different ways of putting ourselves into harmony with the mild, and different kinds of monastic bells. Response to duty can monastic prayer, a needy hand can be a monastic bell, and working without status and power can constitute a withdrawal into a monastery where God can meet us. The domestic can be the monastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5374970414715384390?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5374970414715384390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5374970414715384390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5374970414715384390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5374970414715384390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/domestic-monastery.html' title='Domestic Monastery'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3073343006415214686</id><published>2010-02-22T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:52:59.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>We got it!  After a very long weekend, and even longer day today, we found out we got the house!  We  move in tomorrow.  And thanks to my sweet sister, and precious son's help, you could eat dinner off my baseboards, and bathe in my toilets!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3073343006415214686?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3073343006415214686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3073343006415214686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3073343006415214686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3073343006415214686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5341687946453770493</id><published>2010-02-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:19:00.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Patience and Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S4H0lSRbYUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mbpM5qLg0Is/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S4H0lSRbYUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mbpM5qLg0Is/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440898746237542722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you would've asked me on Friday what I was doing this weekend, I would've told you I was moving into my dream house (seen above).  However, not happening yet.  Here's the story for those of you who don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to close on Friday at 3:30, check in hand, pen ready to sign.  Well the closing attorney told us that when the builder bought the land, he was to pay the neighborhood a marketing fee.  Builder went under, never paid fee.  So then the current owner bought the house from the bank.  He went to sign the papers to sell the house to us and saw this fee on the papers. He said he wouldn't sign, because it wasn't his responsibility to pay, it was the builder's.  And no, the fee is not small enough for us to pay it, just to get into the house.  So needless to say, we couldn't close without his signature.  Story to be continued.  We didn't get out of there until 6:00, with no resolution.  Hoping it all works out tomorrow, but may not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what did I end up doing this weekend?  Canceling movers, fridge and furniture delivery, PODS pick-up, etc.  Good times.  BUT, I got to enjoy this BEAUTIFUL weather with my family.  The sunshine gave us all a boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were saying our family prayers the other night, and Tadd prayed for patience.  Right when it came out of his mouth, I said, "NO! Don't pray for patience!  God will give you opportunities to practice it!"  Needless to say, we have been given that opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good thing is, we both totally trust that God's will is going to be done in all of this, and we have turned it over to Him.  So if he doesn't want us to have this house, we will know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we wait, and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5341687946453770493?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5341687946453770493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5341687946453770493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5341687946453770493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5341687946453770493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/patience-and-trust.html' title='Patience and Trust'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S4H0lSRbYUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mbpM5qLg0Is/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2512287139311503497</id><published>2010-02-17T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:26:19.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ash Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>Ashes to Ashes...</title><content type='html'>and dust to dust.  We hope you burn your britches when you jam with us (clap, clap), jam with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, sorry for the cheer.  I couldn't resist.  This post is not about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;, but about Ash Wednesday.  The beginning of Lent, or the 40 days before Easter.  Looking forward to Lent.  The older my kids get, and start to understand, the more I look forward to it.  There are so many teaching opportunities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few things I wanted to share about today (mainly so I don't forget these things in the future).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) While at mass this morning, we were waiting in line for ashes.  Hadley saw some people sitting in the pews who had already received theirs.  She asked me what they were.  I said, "They are ashes, and you are about to get some!"  She said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Mama, I want pink ones!"  So cute, she is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl.  Only she would ask for pink ashes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  When I was about to drop Alex off at school after mass, he said, "Mom, are my ashes still there?"  I told him they were, but a little faded, and asked him if he wanted them gone.  He said, no, he wanted them there all day.  I don't know about you other Catholic girls, but I was never proud of my ashes as a kid.  In fact I think I always thought seriously about cutting bangs every winter to cover them up.  No really, I think it was because I grew up going to Christian (but not Catholic) schools, and had very few Catholic friends.  Not an excuse!  Alex is in the same boat, and loves his ashes.  Love that kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  A man behind me in the grocery store said to me, "Enlighten me."  I said, "Pardon me?"  He said, "Enlighten me.  What's on your forehead?"  REALLY?  I thought everyone knew about Ash Wednesday, even if you aren't Catholic.  So I explained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  I told you my family gave up sweets for Lent.  Well, Alex's teacher decided to share a cookies and cream (Alex's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;) candy bar with the whole class.  He declined.  He said it was so hard, and he almost cried.  He even said another little girl in his class gave up sweets for Lent and she took a piece of candy.  Like I said about teaching opportunities...this was one.  I think he is learning about true sacrifice.  He also said someone had steak for lunch...he had PB&amp;amp;J...no meat on Ash Wednesday.  So proud of my little guy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Nobody forced him to give things up.  HE chooses what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2512287139311503497?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2512287139311503497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2512287139311503497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2512287139311503497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2512287139311503497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/ashes-to-ashes.html' title='Ashes to Ashes...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8452414950109557983</id><published>2010-02-15T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:50:47.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><title type='text'>How Krispy Kreme Saved Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Problem #1:  Hadley, in new preschool.  New teacher tells me on Monday that there will be a Valentine Party on Wednesday, and to bring valentines for the class. (I know what you are thinking..."Genius, it's that time of year.  You should be prepared."  In my defense, the month of February is crazy for us...3 birthdays 1 anniversary, and now closing on a new house...so Valentines isn't at the top of my list.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #1 Solved:  Pick up one dozen donuts from KK, get 12 free valentines with coupons for 1 free donut on each.  Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #2:  I ate 1/2 of the box of the donuts I bought to get the free valentines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #2 not solved yet.  Donuts went straight to my arse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #3:  Alex has a male teacher.  He told us about the Valentine Party on Thursday the day before the party.  Asked us to bring something, God love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #3 solved:  Picked up another dozen donuts (the cute heart shaped kind seen below), got 12 free valentines.  Also, used the 2 leftover valentines to get me and Hadley a snack.  That one went to  my gut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #4:  I walk in the class with a dozen donuts and valentines (no, I didn't eat these), and Alex is embarrassed that I brought Valentines.  Apparently, 4th grade boys are too cool for this.  I almost walked out the door with the valentines and got myself 12 free donuts with the coupons, but the kids talked me out of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem #4 almost solved by me yelling at my son (in front of the whole class) how he is ungrateful, and he needed to get over himself and quit trying to be so cool because one other boy didn't bring valentines.  Changed my mind, and decided to let my sister get this year's &lt;a href="http://garansuaygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-of-year.html"&gt;Mom of the year plaque.&lt;/a&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3oMzqEZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAag/rJX_HNes5RQ/s1600-h/donuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3oMzqEZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAag/rJX_HNes5RQ/s320/donuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438673581608919698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moral of the story.  My family is giving up sweets for Lent.  I'm obviously addicted, and it will be the hardest thing in the world for me to sacrifice.  Pray for us!  I Heart Krispy Kreme (pun intended)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8452414950109557983?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8452414950109557983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8452414950109557983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8452414950109557983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8452414950109557983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-krispy-kreme-saved-me.html' title='How Krispy Kreme Saved Me'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3oMzqEZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAag/rJX_HNes5RQ/s72-c/donuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7937846579955570885</id><published>2010-02-14T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:41:03.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ralph Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><title type='text'>Olympic Time Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3jCIEAsoKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FtmHGPPm6Iw/s1600-h/olympic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3jCIEAsoKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FtmHGPPm6Iw/s320/olympic+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438309993821282466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them!  Tadd and I so look forward to the Olympics!  We watch them constantly when they are on, and even sit through the entire opening and closing ceremonies.  My favorite part of the Olympics are the stories you hear about the athletes (of course...this is how the media draws women into sports...they pull at our heartstrings!).  Anyhoo, I always look forward to seeing what the US Team wears at the opening ceremony.  Ralph Lauren has been the designer for the last few Olympics, and my reviews are mixed about his designs.  Here are a few pics.  What do you think?  Do the outfits represent America?  I do recommend going to the &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/photos/galleryid=413358.html#shaun+white+opening+ceremony"&gt;NBC site&lt;/a&gt; to see some closer pics if you can't make a judgement by my pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what I think.  From the waist up, I think they are ok.  I like the Abercrombie type moose hats, and the puffy jackets.  Very "Colorado Ski Resort Chic."  However, underneath are these bulky cable-knit off-white sweaters...just ok.  I'm not a fan of cable-knit, and definitely not a fan of off-white sweater w/ white pants.  And the white pants are baseball looking pants.  Not a fan.  The boots didn't excite me either.  Oh, and the socks were off-white like the sweater.  Scary.  In Mr. Lauren's defense, how hard must it be to design something like this?  I mean, all the things to consider:  1) It must be for both sexes 2) It's got to be warm and comfortable 3) It's got to be as American as Apple Pie and hot dogs (but healthier than that since these are athletes people).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know I'm rambling, but would love to hear your opinion.  And more importantly, I would love to hear if I'm the only psycho that is waiting with baited breathe to see what the US Olympic team is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3i-yQgnngI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J6enW7Wwc-U/s320/olympic+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306320684391938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7937846579955570885?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7937846579955570885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7937846579955570885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7937846579955570885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7937846579955570885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympic-time-baby.html' title='Olympic Time Baby!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S3jCIEAsoKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FtmHGPPm6Iw/s72-c/olympic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2238576025751963903</id><published>2010-02-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:45:29.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louisville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Patron Saint of Flat Tires</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday, my friend Stacy's daughter, Riley was receiving the sacrament of Confirmation.  She asked me to be her sponsor, so I drove to Louisville on Wednesday night to be with them for a few days.  We had such a great time.  I just took Eli, and my sweet hubby took care of the other two kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Stacy and her family live right in the middle of downtown.  She literally only gets in her car once a week to go to Wal-Mart and Costco.  They walk everywhere, from church to yoga class to dinner out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Thursday, Stacy and I were walking to Mass and lunch, and she stopped and picked up three pieces of rusty metal that resembled bent nails, and she said "Perfect!"  Puzzled, I asked why she just picked them up.  She laughed and said that when on walks or runs with her husband, she always picks up nails or anything that could give you a flat tire.  So  her husband calls her "Stacy, the Patron Saint of Flat Tires."  And that is the kind of person she is.  She is so kind and giving and always thinking of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll, these are the kind of people I'm surrounded by.  The Lord has blessed me so richly with friends who I strive to be more like (because they are so much like Christ).  And when I think I don't have room in my heart for another friend, he sends me more.  I love my friends, and the uniqueness they bring to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2238576025751963903?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2238576025751963903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2238576025751963903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2238576025751963903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2238576025751963903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/patron-saint-of-flat-tires.html' title='Patron Saint of Flat Tires'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1669132083603652411</id><published>2010-02-02T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:17:27.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate gosselin'/><title type='text'>Who is she kidding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not me.  You still have a mullet Kate.  Still business in the front, and party in the back...just a longer party.  Does this crack anybody else up?  I mean, every time I see a picture of this hair, I laugh...see?  Laughing now.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2jqHOaPk5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/vYnOVqGOkbY/s320/kate-gosselin-new-hair1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433850360270656402" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1669132083603652411?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669132083603652411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1669132083603652411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1669132083603652411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1669132083603652411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-is-she-kidding.html' title='Who is she kidding?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2jqHOaPk5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/vYnOVqGOkbY/s72-c/kate-gosselin-new-hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2433262645865326348</id><published>2010-01-27T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:25:58.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You asked for it</title><content type='html'>So I re-posted with pictures below.  Figuring out this Mac thing...and kind of liking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2433262645865326348?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2433262645865326348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2433262645865326348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2433262645865326348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2433262645865326348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You asked for it'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4634125070459729209</id><published>2010-01-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:24:53.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Clarkson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J Lo'/><title type='text'>Worst of 2010...so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hope 2010 has more to offer us in fashion this year (I mean more fabric).  I've seen some yucky outfits.  Please people, put some clothes on so we can let our kids watch TV!!!  I really want to say nice stuff about people...really I do.  But I need something to work with here. Soon, I'll dedicate a post to sweet Taylor Swift.  She is usually modest, and is a decent role model for our little girls.  These below...leave little to the imagination.  So warning, if little eyes watch while you blog, come back to this one later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2Cfa9H9CKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0oQLWcN3p1U/s320/Jennifer-Lopez-body-hugging-catsuit-New-Years.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516436042156194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;J Lo left her dress at home and just wo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;re pantyhose on her whole body on N&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;ew Year's Eve.  My sweet Alex wanted to watch the ball drop in Times Square on TV this year.  So I let him stay up and ended up having to cover his eyes so he didn't have to see this ridiculousness.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbH42bnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zYb8ijxhvzw/s320/miley-cyrus-red-carpet-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516438931598962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; left 1/2 of her dress at home on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1's Divas.  This girl's daddy wants &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt; be everywhere else with her, why can't he be with her when she picks out her dresses?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Someone please give Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; my card (she can't dress, but sister CAN sing!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbsR32gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m2KZCJ14mlA/s320/clarkson_etheridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516448700226050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbNEUc7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VRV-gCYeQ8k/s1600-h/miley+cyrus+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbNEUc7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VRV-gCYeQ8k/s1600-h/miley+cyrus+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbNEUc7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VRV-gCYeQ8k/s1600-h/miley+cyrus+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; is only paying her dress maker 1/2 price for only making her 1/2 dresses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;How old is she again?  Seriously?  Tadd says Hadley will NEVER watch Hannah Montana.  Amen Honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2CfbNEUc7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VRV-gCYeQ8k/s320/miley+cyrus+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431516440321881010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4634125070459729209?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4634125070459729209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4634125070459729209' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4634125070459729209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4634125070459729209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/worst-of-2010so-far.html' title='Worst of 2010...so far'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/S2Cfa9H9CKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0oQLWcN3p1U/s72-c/Jennifer-Lopez-body-hugging-catsuit-New-Years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5973809947737417275</id><published>2009-12-14T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:05:04.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Hair is it Anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI1snIeDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/N6nDaHmWIVw/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI1bcEeUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/csVgtXIT_r8/s1600-h/DSC05288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415306790927890754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI1bcEeUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/csVgtXIT_r8/s320/DSC05288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my man...ain't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's better than a fun night out with old friends? I'll tell you, a good hair day! All to the thanks of my &lt;a href="http://www.brazilianblowout.com/"&gt;Brazilian Blowout&lt;/a&gt;! This fabulous invention is the opposite of a perm. That's right girls, frizz free, but without the stinky chemicals of a perm. Read about it if you wish. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I had it done, and I must say, I'm enjoying it. Here are some pics a great event that we have in Franklin every year. This is my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year going and we had a blast! It's called &lt;a href="http://www.winedownmainstreet.com/"&gt;Wine Down Main&lt;/a&gt; and is a fundraiser for &lt;a href="http://www.bgca.org/"&gt;Boys and Girls Club&lt;/a&gt;. Great times for a great cause! If you like wine, it's a must attend.  Thank Jeanine and Brian for a great time! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415306778773856114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI0uKUn3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/b8Sg7VnBa8c/s320/DSC05283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and Tadd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415306767977457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI0F8Qp3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/XXQO8ui-4VQ/s320/DSC05282.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jenine and me (is it me or is my face huge in this pic?...or maybe it's just that my hair is so skinny...ha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5973809947737417275?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5973809947737417275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5973809947737417275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5973809947737417275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5973809947737417275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/whose-hair-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Hair is it Anyway?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SycI1bcEeUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/csVgtXIT_r8/s72-c/DSC05288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2905817401934486145</id><published>2009-11-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:24:31.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up and Wait</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been so behind on blogging, but I've been in house selling chaos.  We've had our house on the market for over 5 months.   Most weeks, we have averaged 5 showings a week.  We have kept thinking that something was going to happen, but the 2 offers we had were not what we were needing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the last 2 weeks, we have been in negotiations with a family our 3rd offer), and have finally come to an agreement and have a contract!  We close and have to be out of here on December 3rd.  I know, quick, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying for this to happen for the last several months, it seems like everything is happening fast.  AND we haven't found a new home for ourselves.  We are moving into Tadd's sister's house for awhile until we find somewhere we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight as I did the dishes, I thought how weird that some other family will be eating dinner in this kitchen in 10 days.  After 4 years of my family of 3, then 4, now 5, eating in this kitchen.  Strange.  Bittersweet.  Looking forward to seeing what the Lord has planned for us next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2905817401934486145?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2905817401934486145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2905817401934486145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2905817401934486145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2905817401934486145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry up and Wait'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1344326719534282942</id><published>2009-11-10T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:08:29.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>I was out running errands a few days ago, and stopped at Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; A for lunch (or 'Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lafe&lt;/span&gt;' if you are Hadley).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, I got up to the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; window to pay, and the guy said, "The lady in front of you paid for your lunch."  WHAT???  I didn't recognize the car, drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; guy and I decided it was a random act of kindness.  I haven't been able to get it off my mind.  They really made my week.  What a blessing!  I think I'll pay it forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1344326719534282942?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1344326719534282942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1344326719534282942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1344326719534282942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1344326719534282942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-act-of-kindness.html' title='Random Act of Kindness'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7156529126589849455</id><published>2009-11-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:02:25.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Funnies</title><content type='html'>1) While at yoga last night, I noticed (while looking through my legs in down dog) a lady wearing a &lt;em&gt;Sara Lee &lt;/em&gt;t-shirt.  This was hilarious to me...wearing a dessert t-shirt to a fitness class.  I was waiting for the teacher to say "Put down the cheesecake and make your way to Warrior I!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I was grocery shopping early this morning (7:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;).  I saw a woman in the distance wearing Christmas pajamas.  I'm not bashing not looking your best at the store as I've been known to wear workout clothes and what-not to the store...however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;...really?  Is it that hard to at least put some sweatpants and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; on?  As I got closer, I noticed she also had on striped socks and black flip-flops.  No joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7156529126589849455?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7156529126589849455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7156529126589849455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7156529126589849455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7156529126589849455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashion-funnies.html' title='Fashion Funnies'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3543182096902445621</id><published>2009-10-31T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:59:49.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Borrow...?</title><content type='html'>Remember those college days when we would raid each other's closets?  I mean, 90% of my pictures (aka Zaps) were in someone's clothes besides my own.  Our wardrobes were endless when we shared!  I just don't do that as often these days.  My friend had a fancy wedding to go to last weekend and I told her to come shop in my closet.  We had so much fun dressing her up!  Just like the old days!  She looked fabulous and didn't have to spend a dime!   Don't we all have something that someone else could get some use out of?  I have some fancy stuff that doesn't get much wear at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about you?  When was the last time you borrowed something from a friend?  Or they borrowed from you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3543182096902445621?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3543182096902445621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3543182096902445621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3543182096902445621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3543182096902445621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-borrow.html' title='Can I Borrow...?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5736012541893186988</id><published>2009-10-25T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:05:53.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alabama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='92 Zew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick and Bubba'/><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I do think things are sweeter in Tennessee, Alabama will always be my sweet home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I return home to visit, I am reminded of the things I miss. So here's my list (in no particular order) of things I miss about Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My kids grandparents (I know, I know...same as my family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Alabama fans (so sick of TN orange, I can't even tell you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Eli Gold-I miss hearing the voice of Alabama Crimson Tide on the radio. Just ain't the same without him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396659600169672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SuTJUEnQndI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rDfI_M3k464/s320/eli_gold_150x225%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Rick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt;-I only get to hear them here on AM radio until 8 am :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396659603424205858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SuTJUQvM3CI/AAAAAAAAAYc/LsDjlU0FCXc/s320/RickandBubbaLogo2003-peekaround.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6)  &lt;a href="http://www.92zew.net/"&gt;92 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ZEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I live in Music City and still think the greatest radio station ever is in Mobile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7)  My friends-Even though most of them have moved around, a few of them are still there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8)  The beach and water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9)  Fresh seafood!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while the rolling hills, brilliantly colored leaves in the fall, wonderful friends, great education, church family, live music, great shopping have me hooked for life, I will always love Alabama!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5736012541893186988?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5736012541893186988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5736012541893186988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5736012541893186988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5736012541893186988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SuTJUEnQndI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rDfI_M3k464/s72-c/eli_gold_150x225%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4932070400941484313</id><published>2009-10-10T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:12:02.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining'/><title type='text'>Take it back</title><content type='html'>This was the reading in my "Jesus Calling" book for yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have been on a long uphill journey, and your energy is almost spent.  Though you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have faltered&lt;/span&gt; at times, you have not let go of my hand.  I am pleased with your desire to stay close to Me.  There is one thing, however, that displeases Me:  your tendency to complain.  You may talk to Me as much as you like abut the difficulty of the path we are following.  I understand better than anyone else the stresses and strains that have afflicted you.  You can ventilate safely to Me, because talking with Me tempers your thoughts and helps you see things from My perspective.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Complaining to others is another matter altogether.  It opens the door to deadly sins such as self-pity and rage.  Whenever you are tempted to grumble, come to Me and talk it out.  As you open up to Me, I will put My thoughts in your mind and My song in your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read this, I thought, "I don't complain too much."  Then I remembered my last post.  I guess I complain more than I think.  Instead of being bummed about the rain, I should be thankful that I have boots to cover my feet and hair to put in a ponytail.  Thank you Lord for all the many blessings you give me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4932070400941484313?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4932070400941484313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4932070400941484313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4932070400941484313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4932070400941484313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-it-back.html' title='Take it back'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2394951839529055733</id><published>2009-10-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:21:52.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponytail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain boots'/><title type='text'>Rain Boots and Ponytails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Ss_TJQaWPYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yfM_zb00Z9Y/s1600-h/shoes_iaec1160066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390759434963533186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Ss_TJQaWPYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yfM_zb00Z9Y/s320/shoes_iaec1160066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know about the weather where you are (pretty sure I don't have readers all over the world), but with the exception of last week, it's been raining FOREVER!  I'm tired of wearing my hair in a ponytail due to the rain. And while I do heart my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rain boots&lt;/span&gt;, I'm kinda tired of wearing them too. I'm ready for some sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2394951839529055733?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2394951839529055733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2394951839529055733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2394951839529055733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2394951839529055733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain-boots-and-ponytails.html' title='Rain Boots and Ponytails'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Ss_TJQaWPYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/yfM_zb00Z9Y/s72-c/shoes_iaec1160066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1766544739685556629</id><published>2009-10-06T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:59:52.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><title type='text'>Fashion "Statement"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SsuTXl8lHfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0cZutr6X49w/s1600-h/jonas-brothers-skinny-jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563412611407346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SsuTXl8lHfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0cZutr6X49w/s320/jonas-brothers-skinny-jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to share what Tadd said the other night about fashion (funny because he rarely has a say so one way or the other). He said "I hope that skinny jeans on guys goes out of style REALLY SOON, and don't come back in style for like 20 years. That way, Alex won't want to wear them." I have to give him a big "AMEN" for that! Although, I do think the Jonas Brothers are precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1766544739685556629?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1766544739685556629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1766544739685556629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1766544739685556629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1766544739685556629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/fashion-statement.html' title='Fashion &quot;Statement&quot;'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SsuTXl8lHfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0cZutr6X49w/s72-c/jonas-brothers-skinny-jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2117169931875662937</id><published>2009-09-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:56:40.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hattitude</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://boulayphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;sweet baby &lt;/a&gt;has hattitude.  I'm so glad!  I love hats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2117169931875662937?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2117169931875662937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2117169931875662937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2117169931875662937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2117169931875662937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/hattitude.html' title='Hattitude'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5111040541289866746</id><published>2009-09-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:02:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>I've taken "Jon and Kate plus 8" off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TiVo&lt;/span&gt; list.  Several reasons, but mainly because I'm sick of their turmoil every week.  It's so obvious that they are not about their kids anymore as they say they are.  And all Kate talks about is how she's going to do all this things that she's never done before.  She has a new outlook on life.  She has always been uptight and never tried anything new. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe if she would've made that change earlier, her marriage would still be intact.  Now she's grilling, riding horses, and shooting guns...all things she's never done before, and things she would've had time to do if she wasn't yelling at her husband on national television 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did you hear?  Starting in November, they will no longer include Jon.  It will be called "Kate plus eight" and focus on Kate as a single mom.  Yes, that is great guys.  Way to make it all about your kids.  Sounds like a woe is me story for Kate.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that came out wrong. I could not imagine being a single mom with eight kids.  Doing it with one was hard enough, and I had LOTS of help.  But I think she does too.  Anyway, sorry for rambling.  I just read &lt;a href="http://www.fancast.com/blogs/tv-news/jon-dumped-tlc-retitles-show-kate-plus-eight/?cid=FCST_hero"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; and it got me fired up.  I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fashion note, I am so glad Kate has started caring about her clothes.  She looks so much cuter lately!  But the hair has GOT TO GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5111040541289866746?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5111040541289866746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5111040541289866746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5111040541289866746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5111040541289866746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-336527053390935112</id><published>2009-09-22T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:38:11.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain bonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmothers'/><title type='text'>Who's in for starting a trend?</title><content type='html'>Raise your hand if your grandmother wore/wears one of these?  My Maw-Maw had one in her purse at all times (along with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handkerchief&lt;/span&gt; or tissues and peppermints).  She looked so cute in it too!  With all of this rain, I'm wondering why everyone doesn't have one in their purse?  Surely, someone can design some cute ones.  I don't know about  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't even care about getting wet when it rains...except for my hair.  Especially after I've straightened it.  I'd much rather tie one of these on as opposed to opening up an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; umbrella.  So who's in?  Rain bonnets anyone?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346500912432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrkKnXaAxmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/knMGtSnHFCg/s320/rain+bonnet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-336527053390935112?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/336527053390935112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=336527053390935112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/336527053390935112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/336527053390935112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-in-for-starting-trend.html' title='Who&apos;s in for starting a trend?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrkKnXaAxmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/knMGtSnHFCg/s72-c/rain+bonnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-6351430374490235567</id><published>2009-09-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:48:12.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What not to wear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinny and Sussanah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clinton and Stacy'/><title type='text'>Who do you choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrRFVIveIyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5DKwyZnJsoA/s1600-h/TS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383003684040745762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrRFVIveIyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5DKwyZnJsoA/s320/TS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383003675594977330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrRFUpR18DI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vF71n_HclUU/s320/CS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long before Clinton and Stacy, were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trinny&lt;/span&gt; and Susannah. I heart them! They have a new show called "Making over America with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trinny&lt;/span&gt; and Susannah." Love it. I choose them over C and S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyday&lt;/span&gt;. Why? I'll tell you. They are honest, but nice and they actually take the 'victim' shopping instead of throwing them to the sharks like C and S do. I mean seriously. These people obviously don't know how to dress much less shop. Why would you send them off on their own the first day. I know it's for entertainment purposes, but it ticks me off. They always end up in tears, and I feel for those poor people. T and S take them shopping and even take pics of them in their outfits to hang in their closet.  That way, they know how to match their clothes up.  We do it T and S style at Ciao Bella by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who do you choose?  Oh, by the way, one negative about T and S.  They get naked and grab people's T and A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; too much.  Not in a nasty way, but to see how their bodies really are...but still, they get carried away sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-6351430374490235567?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6351430374490235567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=6351430374490235567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6351430374490235567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/6351430374490235567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-do-you-choose.html' title='Who do you choose?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SrRFVIveIyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5DKwyZnJsoA/s72-c/TS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8919022699820733815</id><published>2009-09-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:27:42.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madden Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Chesney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>Me and this Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sqqc_3R5VDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E6pM99FbJFM/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380285325832180786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sqqc_3R5VDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E6pM99FbJFM/s320/DSC05218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sqqcbn29BGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3ms8n30RhpQ/s1600-h/DSC05219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380283681398419202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SqqbgJSVbwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BMGt8AwRH7s/s320/DSC05212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ordinary? No! I really don't think so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a love this true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Common destiny, we were meant to be, me and this shoe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a perfect scene from a movie screen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're a dream come true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suited perfectly, for eternity, me and this shoe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday, well I need you even more, And the nighttime too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no way, I could ever let you go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I wanted to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday I live, try my best to give, All I have to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank the stars above, that we share this love, me and this shoe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Taken without permission from Kenny Chesney's "Me and You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380284595258669218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SqqcVVrmOKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pY1rLmVP-HQ/s320/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone likes to hear a good love story, right? Well here is mine about my steamy love affair with a shoe. I first saw them in black on "What not to Wear." It was at the end of the show when they show what they are wearing and how much they cost. The cost was $32 and I knew then that I must find these shoes. Fast forward a few weeks later (about 4 days ago), when I got an email from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DSW&lt;/span&gt; showing me these fabulous ruffle shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380280911132770338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SqqY-5PiQCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QZGmQyYAfG0/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAT?! These were them in red! So I went to the site, and they had them in several colors. What to do? I didn't know what color to get, and I was scared and confused. Fast forward to yesterday. I am shopping at Marshall's with a client. As I pass the shoe clearance section on the way into the dressing room, something caught my eye. Who was this radiant beauty staring back at me (insert angels or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; singing)? THE SHOES...IN MY SIZE...FOR $15!!!! Shut up. Me and these shoes were meant to be and we will be together forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380283689122052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SqqbgmDyugI/AAAAAAAAAW0/B2JsSY0SJTY/s320/DSC05213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and as you can see...Hadley loves them too! Oh, and if you were wondering, and must have some for yourself, the brand is Madden Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8919022699820733815?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8919022699820733815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8919022699820733815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8919022699820733815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8919022699820733815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-this-shoe.html' title='Me and this Shoe'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sqqc_3R5VDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E6pM99FbJFM/s72-c/DSC05218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5438037832284687316</id><published>2009-09-07T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:28:29.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Woman</title><content type='html'>I would love for you all to read this post.  This 20 year old mama of 13 has the most beautiful faith I have ever seen.  She was in my brother-in-law's youth group at our old church.  This post tells how her journey started.  &lt;a href="http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-my-16th-birthday-and-i-am-eating.html"&gt;http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-my-16th-birthday-and-i-am-eating.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5438037832284687316?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5438037832284687316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5438037832284687316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5438037832284687316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5438037832284687316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing-woman.html' title='Amazing Woman'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-9205499609396072252</id><published>2009-09-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:59:01.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Christmas Morning in September</title><content type='html'>I went to hear a woman speak about organizing (not my strong point unless it's a clothes closet).  We asked her what to do about the millions of toys we have.  She suggested putting 1/2 of them away in storage, and then every 2 to 3 months, swapping them out.  It keeps the clutter away and keeps your kids interested in their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tested out this theory.  Except I waited 7 months to swap them out.  Anyway, Hadley woke up from her nap yesterday and screamed with excitement!  At least ten times yesterday, she said, "Thank you momma for my new toys."  Precious!  She did not remember any of her other toys that I had put away.  And what usually occupies her for 30 minutes, has occupied her for a day and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm saying, I'm sold Mrs. organization lady.  I buy it, and am totally gonna do this more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she said do it when you get a ton of new birthday gift toys too.  Put half of them away, and your kids won't even realize it.  Then pull one out every once in awhile.  Money saver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-9205499609396072252?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9205499609396072252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=9205499609396072252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9205499609396072252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9205499609396072252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/christmas-morning-in-september.html' title='Christmas Morning in September'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7326796796782505065</id><published>2009-09-02T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:33:01.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juicy Couture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimsuits'/><title type='text'>Juicy Suit is Gonna Move Ya'</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the corny title, but I can't get the catchy Juicy Fruit commercial out of my head. I struggled with a swimsuit selection this year considering I was a few months post-giving birth. After going to EVERY department store, I ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belk&lt;/span&gt;. Why I didn't start there in the first place, I don't know. I have gotten my last 2 swimsuits there, and I always have success. I guess I just wanted a bargain. Anyway, I ended up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swimdress&lt;/span&gt;. I know, sounds grandma, but look at it...cute, huh?! And yes, my body looks JUST LIKE THIS in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377014389172432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sp7-GSrJbqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k5SQG9EEixQ/s320/juicy+suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, since I am a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frugalista&lt;/span&gt;" (Tadd says this should be my new title since we have heard the term on the new Target commercial, and I'm always searching for a deal), it was hard for me to make this purchase. It is Juicy Couture, and though it was 1/2 off, it was still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; glad I bit the bullet and did it, because I heart this swimsuit. It covers everything I want covered and shows off the good stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went to the beach and &lt;a href="http://reaganreiker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Illy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came over with her precious little girl, Reagan, and guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Illy&lt;/span&gt; was wearing? You guessed it...my Juicy Suit! She said &lt;a href="http://thebusybusbys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; had it at a girls weekend that I missed and she went and bought it because it was so cute. Guess all of us moms have the same idea...no more bikinis!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my Juicy Suit is on the move...across three states...so much for being different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7326796796782505065?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7326796796782505065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7326796796782505065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7326796796782505065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7326796796782505065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/juicy-suit-is-gonna-move-ya.html' title='Juicy Suit is Gonna Move Ya&apos;'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sp7-GSrJbqI/AAAAAAAAAVs/k5SQG9EEixQ/s72-c/juicy+suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3961217129933990018</id><published>2009-08-26T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:28:16.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephantiasis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedicure'/><title type='text'>Your Villa or Mine?</title><content type='html'>is the name of the nail polish I got while on our &lt;a href="http://garansuaygang.blogspot.com/2009/08/momma.html"&gt;beach vacation&lt;/a&gt;. I love it! It makes me feel like 'Peaches 'n Cream' Barbie, but has a touch of pink to it. Perfect summer color! Don't you think it would be such a fun job to name the nail polish for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OPI&lt;/span&gt;? They have the neatest names. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take Hadley with me to get her toes painted too. She is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl and loved it so much. She stood in my bubbly water the whole time I got my pedicure, and then the lady painted her toes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ElePhantastic&lt;/span&gt; Pink (seen below).  It was such a great little mommy/daughter time.  The little ladies painting toes started their Vietnamese chatter, and Hadley got this confused look on her face, and then started laughing.  She looked at them and said "What you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'?"  They laughed too, and told her what they were talking about.  I mean, after all of these years of wondering if those ladies were talking about me, and all I had to do was ask them what they were saying?!!  We learn so much from our children.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374307944923482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SpVgmgK5R8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rMf2pkBzpA4/s320/elephantastic+pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and on a more serious note, Tadd had a patient a few weeks ago, that got the disease, &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopedia.com/topic/elephantiasis.aspx"&gt;elephantiasis&lt;/a&gt; (look at your own risk) from getting a pedicure.  She got an infection in her foot from tools that weren't cleaned properly, and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt; into this terrible condition.  That may have been my last pedicure...and Hadley's first and last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3961217129933990018?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3961217129933990018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3961217129933990018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3961217129933990018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3961217129933990018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-villa-or-mine.html' title='Your Villa or Mine?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SpVgmgK5R8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/rMf2pkBzpA4/s72-c/elephantastic+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1684426200051641043</id><published>2009-08-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:29:47.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candle on the water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>How'd they get us with a song like this?</title><content type='html'>Today, I took Hadley and Eli to the library for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;story time&lt;/span&gt;.  Afterwards, while we are doing the craft, they play music.  When we finished our craft, there was an upbeat tune on, and Hadley asked me to dance with her.  And how could I deny her that?  So we danced.  As we were leaving, the CD player belts out "Candle on the Water."  I died laughing.  I know all the moms in there thought I was crazy, but I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you may think I'm crazy too, but for you Gamma Sigmas, you'll get it.  So my question is, how did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AGD&lt;/span&gt; get such awesome girls like us, playing a song like that at rush (with me singing it no less!!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;And remember, my love for you will always burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1684426200051641043?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1684426200051641043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1684426200051641043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1684426200051641043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1684426200051641043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/howd-they-get-us-with-song-like-this.html' title='How&apos;d they get us with a song like this?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-7594028774332284107</id><published>2009-08-20T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:01:24.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio neck toner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latisse'/><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Really?  Our society is highly medicated enough.  Do we really need to take a prescription to grow our lashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWoVT2cGoN0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWoVT2cGoN0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what to say about this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Du2uBwtRW-I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Du2uBwtRW-I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one I don't have a video for...I was at the beach with my family at poolside nursing my baby.  I am very good about hiding my goods while nursing, but some people (just knowing there is a baby nursing under that cover) seem very grossed out by it.  I had a young woman (who by the way was wearing a bikini, and had NO BUSINESS wearing it), staring at me in disgust while I was nursing.  I really wanted to say something, but practiced self-control.  What is wrong with people?  Why is in not okay to very tastefully nurse your baby in public?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-7594028774332284107?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7594028774332284107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=7594028774332284107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7594028774332284107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/7594028774332284107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmmm...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1868917901605837065</id><published>2009-08-06T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:55:05.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason for me to NOT go to the gym...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-national/20090805/US.Health.Club.Shooting/"&gt;http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-national/20090805/US.Health.Club.Shooting/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CRAZZZEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!  What is this world coming too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gym, have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; read about Jessica Simpson losing 10 lbs in a week?  I mean, if you can lose weight that fast, why get heavy in the first place.  Not that she was heavy, but heavier than normal.  Whatever...you get my point.  Maybe if I eat Chicken of the Sea and cry over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Romo&lt;/span&gt; all day, I can drop some lbs myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1868917901605837065?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1868917901605837065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1868917901605837065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1868917901605837065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1868917901605837065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-reason-for-me-to-not-go-to-gym.html' title='Another reason for me to NOT go to the gym...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-4905025139764554653</id><published>2009-07-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:42:32.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica Simpson'/><title type='text'>Horrible Horizontals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SlEzM6pnHwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MnCFTfZNlJM/s1600-h/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355117728915463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SlEzM6pnHwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MnCFTfZNlJM/s320/jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What not to wear when you are already taking heat for your weight gain. The media is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to have a hey day with this one. She so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; done patriotic another way. If you are wondering, this is at AT&amp;amp;T National golf tournament hosted by Tiger Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-4905025139764554653?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4905025139764554653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=4905025139764554653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4905025139764554653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/4905025139764554653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/horrible-horizontals.html' title='Horrible Horizontals'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SlEzM6pnHwI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MnCFTfZNlJM/s72-c/jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3924205007030783039</id><published>2009-07-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:55:58.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Why I don't do Facebook</title><content type='html'>Well, I get asked the question all of the time, so I thought I'd answer it here once and for all.  I have several reasons why I don't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  And no, it is not at all because I think I'm too good for it, or too cool.  Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I think I've mentioned this here before, but Tadd is "anti-putting-pictures-of-our-kids-online."  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; would be just another place for me to post pictures of me and my friends.  I I know what you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebookers&lt;/span&gt; would say then.  "&lt;em&gt;She is so self-centered.  All she does is put pictures of herself up." &lt;/em&gt; You know who you are.  I've heard this a million times about other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I would be addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I would be that person who never got out of her pajamas, never did laundry, and let my house get disgusting due to my addiction.  So I'm preventing the sin instead of trying to fix it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  There are people in my life that I no longer speak to on purpose.  Not that I would be friends with them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but I would be friends with their friends.  It took me long enough to get to where I am now...I don't need to bring past ghosts into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough?  I hope these are good enough reasons for you.  Trust me, there are tons of people I'd like to be better about keeping in touch with and I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; would help.  However, the positives do not out weigh the negatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3924205007030783039?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3924205007030783039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3924205007030783039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3924205007030783039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3924205007030783039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-dont-do-facebook.html' title='Why I don&apos;t do Facebook'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2618083733258630865</id><published>2009-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:20:11.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Speaking of hair...</title><content type='html'>I have the honor of showing you this very dramatic haircut! Not only that, but you get to hear how she told me her story in an email. If you don't know &lt;a href="http://deusnosconjuxit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna's&lt;/a&gt; mom, Becky, you are missing out. And the world is missing out because she doesn't have a blog of her own. So here is her email to me after I posted about losing hair...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holly, you know Mama's gotta keep up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wichoo&lt;/span&gt;. Losing hair after birth is normal and hormonal. Here's an article from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/404_is-it-normal-to-lose-hair-after-giving-birth_1335883.bc"&gt;Baby Center&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On more current news, guess who got a haircut? Shut yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt;. I did! I got a phone call one day, picked it up, and heard, "Becky, this is the 1980's. We need our hair back." I almost wrote you and asked for advice prior to this. I knew my hair was keeping me from the Junior League and all high society events. Also, when I went with Don to Bass Pro Shop, I noticed all the ladies with my hair had on tank tops, stretch shorts that showed every roll, and weighed at least 200. Their trucks were not air conditioned. I now feel so free, I may take up guitar and painting. Here I am in April:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727306628563682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SkGaItGUAuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cMZT_zWBvoo/s320/becky+before" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Girrrrl&lt;/span&gt;, I have no idea why I was so scared to let go of my 30 year old fuzz. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt; Becky showing mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727507344919058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SkGaUY00ihI/AAAAAAAAAVU/D7pplFrJ0O8/s320/becky+after" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the grand finale, when I asked her if I could use her for this post, this was her reply..."&lt;em&gt;You can use it.  I am ready to be on the Cat Walk representing for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AARP&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this woman!  You look great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt; Becky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;showin&lt;/span&gt;' mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;necky&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/1622905499502694107-2618083733258630865?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2618083733258630865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2618083733258630865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2618083733258630865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2618083733258630865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/speaking-of-hair.html' title='Speaking of hair...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SkGaItGUAuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cMZT_zWBvoo/s72-c/becky+before' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5593023747979332547</id><published>2009-06-22T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:23:09.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing hair'/><title type='text'>Losing my hair, or just my mind?</title><content type='html'>I thought I would ask my blog world about this problem I'm having (since there are lots of new mamas out there).  My hair is falling out by the handful!!!  I mean, when I wash my hair, you could make a wig out of the hair that ends up in the bottom of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've heard that you don't shed while pregnant, so you make up for it after you give birth.  But I did notice myself shedding while I was pregnant with Eli.  I lost hair after Hadley too, so I was testing this theory.  I'm not too worried about it since I have more hair than I know what to do with.  But for people with thin hair, this could be really bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done no research on the subject, but just wanted to know if any of you have the same issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm losing my mind, but is it leaving me in the form of lost hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5593023747979332547?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5593023747979332547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5593023747979332547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5593023747979332547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5593023747979332547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-my-hair-or-just-my-mind.html' title='Losing my hair, or just my mind?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8121867820310409435</id><published>2009-06-08T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:38:49.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, Son...</title><content type='html'>...hers spilled it.  This is what Hadley says when doing the Sign of the Cross when we are praying.  She almost has the motions down, and it takes all that is in me to not bust out laughing because she is so dang cute.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fader&lt;/span&gt;, Son and hers spilled it, Amen."  Then she looks at me like she is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of herself.  Too cute!  (That's supposed to be Holy Spirit for all of you that are lost out there...not lost souls...just lost in my story)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8121867820310409435?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8121867820310409435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8121867820310409435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8121867820310409435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8121867820310409435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-son.html' title='Father, Son...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5940762035309027828</id><published>2009-06-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:29:10.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise Your Hand...</title><content type='html'>...if you think Jon and Kate should watch Fireproof? A little love dare could do them some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342505233906234082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SiRkNFWlcuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AZZl14EQteo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5940762035309027828?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5940762035309027828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5940762035309027828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5940762035309027828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5940762035309027828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/raise-your-hand.html' title='Raise Your Hand...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SiRkNFWlcuI/AAAAAAAAAVE/AZZl14EQteo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5658319671873343982</id><published>2009-05-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:05:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are What You Wear</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with a parent and my son's teacher on the last day of school about teens and what they wear.  The Dad, Brett said that he doesn't care what kind of clothes his kids wear and what they do to their bodies (piercings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt;, etc), as long as they had good attitudes and didn't act like little punks.  The teacher mentioned that her son has decided he is '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;' and is totally dressing and acting differently.  I told them that I think you act differently depending on what you wear.  This being said, I hope to somewhat control what my kids wear as long as possible.  So if you are dressing '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;' will you act that way?  Here is a definition I found for '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;' for those of you who don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573573427221186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Shn53_AxUsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-yGb2YHXAfw/s320/emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The term "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;" is used as counterculture; it is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abreviation&lt;/span&gt; of the word "emotional". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; it's defining not only an attitude, but also a fashion that are coming from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emocore&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; music). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Emocore&lt;/span&gt; is a combination between hardcore and punk music."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;metrosexual&lt;/span&gt;' kids who aren't quite sure if they want to be boys or girls?  Do they act more feminine if they are wearing a tight pink polos and skinny white jeans?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573572821186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Shn538wR-LI/AAAAAAAAAU0/yy7o_ByaM5Q/s320/metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brett agreed and went on to say that he wears workout clothes most of the time because it makes him want to eat better.  When you are dressed up in a formal gown or a tux, do you carry yourself differently and become a different person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to stay the same person no matter what, but when I'm wearing certain things, my attitude definitely changes.  Bad hair day, stay in my pjs all day? Bad mood, and sleepy.  Fresh tan, great hair, skinny day, favorite jeans fit?  GREAT MOOD!  How about you?  Do your clothes change who you are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5658319671873343982?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5658319671873343982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5658319671873343982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5658319671873343982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5658319671873343982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-what-you-wear.html' title='You Are What You Wear'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Shn53_AxUsI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-yGb2YHXAfw/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-9214439929872229859</id><published>2009-05-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:51:32.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no sunshine...</title><content type='html'>...when she's gone.  Our hunny bunny is gone south with her grandparents for a week.  While I am glad to have a little break and get some things organized in this house to get it ready to sell, she is greatly missed.  She is having a blast, but melted down bawling when I talked to her on the phone last night...so did I!  Pray that I can make it without her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-9214439929872229859?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9214439929872229859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=9214439929872229859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9214439929872229859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/9214439929872229859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/aint-no-sunshine.html' title='Ain&apos;t no sunshine...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2584729018287528886</id><published>2009-05-12T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:30:05.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selling house'/><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>I just looked on Annie's blog list and saw that I haven't posted in two weeks...bad blogger!  Sorry.  Life is crazy...crazy good!  We have decided to put our house on the market, and have had people here in the house every day for 1 1/2 weeks helping us get it pretty enough to sell.  Isn't it funny that you do all the things to your house that you've been wanting to do for years in order to sell it and let someone else enjoy it?  My new spiritual director/guide, Lucy, told me that it is very Christian of me to buy a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stovetop&lt;/span&gt; and granite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;countertops&lt;/span&gt; for someone else to enjoy...ha!  Never thought of it as charity, but I guess it is!  Anyway, just wanted to update you on my life and will post pics of the progress later (maybe...I look back at all of the promises I've made to you in blog world, and haven't kept my word...i.e. pics of baby shower, baby's room, 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt; party, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2584729018287528886?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2584729018287528886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2584729018287528886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2584729018287528886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2584729018287528886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8759301883045499402</id><published>2009-04-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:16:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SfCuhQ0JFqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sPMYNqs86kU/s1600-h/image_bellaband_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950245651879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SfCuhQ0JFqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sPMYNqs86kU/s320/image_bellaband_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, my slightly ADD self is tired of blogging about mommy inventions. So this is my last one. I may have saved the best for last. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.ingridandisabel.com/"&gt;Bella Band&lt;/a&gt;!  As you can see from the picture above, you can wear this all during your pregnancy, and after.  It's really great at the start of your pregnancy when your pants are uncomfortable, but you aren't big enough for maternity clothes yet.  You can wear it with your pants unbuttoned.  I'm currently using mine to hide the muffin top when I wear my jeans that button, but don't look very flattering right now.  My smart sis also told me that she used hers as an under top/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cami&lt;/span&gt; type thing.  It fits really snug, so you can use it as a bra (only if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty up top like me...none of us want to see your business sagging to your knees) while nursing.  I hear there are knock offs of this that are just as good, but this is the one I have.  Love it!  Here are a few more things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; going to post about, but like I said, I'm over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bumbobabyseat.com/"&gt;http://www.bumbobabyseat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.miracleblanket.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;  (WHY didn't I think of this...or why didn't someone else think of this 9 years ago when Alex screamed all night for months?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8759301883045499402?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8759301883045499402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8759301883045499402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8759301883045499402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8759301883045499402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bella-band.html' title='Bella Band'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SfCuhQ0JFqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sPMYNqs86kU/s72-c/image_bellaband_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8003151578846339455</id><published>2009-04-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:02:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide them thangs!</title><content type='html'>I have been very blessed to have been able to nurse all of my children. It wasn't until the 3rd that I got one of these incredible nursing covers. I had always just covered up with a blanket. This always turned into a problem when the babies got old enough to grab it and pull it off, leaving mommy in all her glory completely exposed. So here is mine (my sweet friend Jenn bought it for me as a gift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325009775767292898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SeY8LY4Xi-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hb5B7is2IxA/s320/hooter+hider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the &lt;a href="http://shop.bebeaulait.com/shop/originals/kensington"&gt;Bebe Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;brand.  But there are also "Hooter Hiders" available, and I'm sure lots of other brands.  LOVE THIS INVENTION!  The first time I saw it (maybe my sisters), I thought it was ridiculous.  I thought, "Why would someone spend money on this piece of fabric, when a blanket works perfectly fine!"  Little did I know that they are wonderful!  Lightweight (so you and baby don't sweat to death), hooks around your neck (so baby can't pull it off), has a little plastic insert in the top that leaves it open (so you can see baby, and baby can breathe), and it covers the whole top part of your body...not kidding, you can practically strip down under this thing and know one would know.  This is a MUST HAVE if you are a nursing mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8003151578846339455?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8003151578846339455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8003151578846339455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8003151578846339455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8003151578846339455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/hide-them-thangs.html' title='Hide them thangs!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SeY8LY4Xi-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hb5B7is2IxA/s72-c/hooter+hider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3700020880561331515</id><published>2009-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:08:44.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slings'/><title type='text'>Cool to me a Mama!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting thinking the other day (I know...dangerous, right?), and I realized how far fashion has come in the last 10 years. Not just everyday fashion, but fashion for pregnant mamas and new mamas. Since I have an almost 9 year old, and a newborn (and one in the middle), I have seen how far we've come. So I'm going to dedicate my next few posts to show you some of my favorite mommy fashion inventions. Let me know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sling (the black and white one). I love it dearly! When I had my boutique, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; w/ Hadley. I was at market in Atlanta and went to the baby floor. Luck would have it that I passed by the &lt;a href="http://www.sweetfletcher.com/"&gt;Sweet Fletcher &lt;/a&gt;booth and met one of the owners. She was so sweet and sold me this sling. It was a sample so I got a great deal on it! I was a sling mama with Hadley, and have continued it with Eli. Love it. It is so much easier to hold him while chasing Hadley, than toting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; around. I would've LOVED for these to have been around when Alex was colicky and screaming constantly. Not that they didn't have slings back then, but they definitely weren't this cute and hip! I always get compliments on it. Check out Sweet Fletcher for more cool designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetfletcher.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751044309256706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sd4136fkigI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cErA0zI0HXA/s320/sling+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751042761873890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sd4130upWeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VI4Mpv3agC0/s320/sling+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sweet Fletcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, I have my eye on this one. It's called &lt;a href="http://http//www.babyktan.com/index.html"&gt;Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;K'Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not as fashionable, but I think it'll be easier when Eli gets a little bigger. Shoot me an email or leave a comment if you know of any others I need to be considering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322754201792200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sd44vtCKvrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dE3u2I_o928/s320/sling+3.gif" border="0" /&gt;Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;K'tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3700020880561331515?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3700020880561331515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3700020880561331515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3700020880561331515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3700020880561331515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/cool-to-me-mama.html' title='Cool to me a Mama!'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sd4136fkigI/AAAAAAAAAUE/cErA0zI0HXA/s72-c/sling+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2836019622125613143</id><published>2009-04-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:25:54.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACMs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugarland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Underwood'/><title type='text'>It must be Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...because all of the freaks are out in their costumes. Oh no, wait, it's just another awards show! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACMs&lt;/span&gt; were last night, and once again, the fashions were interesting to say the least. So maybe I am being too harsh. I'll show you some pics and you be the judge of it. Here's my rundown of the 2009 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACMs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category 1: Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764175592752610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UmCbBeI/AAAAAAAAATk/Sb3wPyggzS4/s320/heidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why unknown?  Because I have no idea what this get-up is.  Still scratching my head on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category 2:  Barbie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321766330535688706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq2SB02ugI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kyutxhKR2HA/s320/reba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Peaches 'n Cream Barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764170595043346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UTa4CBI/AAAAAAAAATU/gcsZX_PwiEI/s320/carrie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barbie Cake...See pics below in case you are not from the generation I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I think there has been some form of Barbie cake in every generation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764167287125234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UHGNNPI/AAAAAAAAATE/hFAqfSBUktU/s320/barbie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764173607273842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UepDBXI/AAAAAAAAATM/ggOH_mgCU8c/s320/barbie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was afraid Carrie was going to turn around and the stage hands were going to be enjoying a piece of her...er....her dress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Category 3: I left 1/2 of my dress at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764178062282338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UvPNDmI/AAAAAAAAATc/nMWhpu8G3p0/s320/carrie+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was afraid that if she made a sudden move, we were going to get flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764774087577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq03bmtTnI/AAAAAAAAATs/-d1TJh4mXp4/s320/miranda.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Poor girl.  I love Miranda, but someone lied to her and told her that her dress fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764773834187842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq03aqS5EI/AAAAAAAAAT0/B5lbMMeRfaU/s320/sugarland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is anyone else tired of the neckline and waistline merge?  Who wants their daughters leaving the house dressed like this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry for being so negative about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ACMs&lt;/span&gt;.  Just not thrilled about how my hometown was represented.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; tell me if you have different opinions!  On a happy note.  Taylor Swift is still covering her body...thank God!  Seems like our role models for our girls are getting younger, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hemlines&lt;/span&gt; are getting shorter...and as we see above, necklines lower.  Alright, I'm off my soapbox!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2836019622125613143?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2836019622125613143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2836019622125613143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2836019622125613143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2836019622125613143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-must-be-halloween.html' title='It must be Halloween...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/Sdq0UmCbBeI/AAAAAAAAATk/Sb3wPyggzS4/s72-c/heidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2530526694132478712</id><published>2009-04-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:00:26.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Iron Sharpens Iron</title><content type='html'>I got an interesting phone call a few days ago.  It was a man and he said, "Hello Holly, this is Sam, and your friend Joel gave me your contact info.  I don't really have much of a reason to call other than to introduce myself.  Joel said you were a really sharp businesswoman in the Nashville community who I must know."  (Joel, by the way, was in a networking group with me when I was a recruiter, and is a wonderful businessman, and great family man).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when he said that, and returned his comment with, "Yes, maybe 2 kids ago!  I'm not so sharp now, but rather dull."  Anyway, we had a good laugh and agreed to meet for coffee soon to talk business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this conversation, I was first of all, very honored that Joel would think of me this way...a sharp businesswoman is quite a compliment!  And while I run my own business now, it is nowhere on the level that I was doing business "pre 2nd child."  But I also started thinking of the woman I was 3 or so years ago, and the woman I am today.  Have I lost it?  What do we "career women" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; for our children?  Or is it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; at all?  When/if I get back to where I was in my career, how long will it take for me to switch back into business mode, or is my "business brain" gone.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my job as a mommy, and my life is richly blessed because of my children.  But (excuse my transparency), you can't help but wonder if you will be able to hold a professional conversation when that time comes without saying somthing like "May I use your potty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pondered all of these questions in my mind, I started thinking of the people in my life that have been so dear to me since I have become a stay at home mom.  They are very "sharp" women!  Even though most of them are in similar situations as me, we have very intellectual conversations, they are just different than what my conversations would be 3 years ago with my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think I have come to this conclusion.  If God wants me back in the workforce, he will help me make that transition just fine.  In the meantime, he will continue to put women into my life so like we are told in Proverbs 27:17 we can keep each other sharp.  Thanks to all of you who are my iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 27:17&lt;br /&gt;"As iron sharpens iron, so man sharpens his fellow man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2530526694132478712?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2530526694132478712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2530526694132478712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2530526694132478712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2530526694132478712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/iron-sharpens-iron.html' title='Iron Sharpens Iron'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1875513203263608890</id><published>2009-03-21T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:36:49.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fancy Nancy'/><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/ScWg794cp8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5yFAkiHe8h0/s1600-h/fancy+nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315831887264786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/ScWg794cp8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5yFAkiHe8h0/s320/fancy+nancy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why didn't I invent this character? Fancy Nancy. She loves all things fancy from her tiara to her shoes to her big fancy words! I had never heard of her until Hadley got invited to a Fancy Nancy birthday party.  So when we got invited, I headed to the library to get some of her books so we would know all about her before the party.  Hadley has LOVED the book, and wants to read it all of the time.  Nancy is my new favorite kid!  Being a a first time "mama to a girl,"  all of this is new to me.  You should totally check her out!  She is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the funny part of this story.  Have any of your kids called something other than it's real name and it sound like something else?  Well, when Hadley brings me this book to read she says, "Read &lt;em&gt;Act Nasty&lt;/em&gt; mama."  Translated, "Read &lt;em&gt;Fancy Nancy &lt;/em&gt;mama."  It cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who picked up her son from daycare one day and the teacher told her he was saying bad words.  She was shocked, and wondered where he heard them from.  She asked what Sam said, and the teacher said "&lt;em&gt;Dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;#*!"  &lt;/em&gt;My friend realized immediately what Sam was saying and it was "&lt;em&gt;Dump Truck."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the things babies say.  I told Hadley that her name is &lt;em&gt;"Nancy, Ms. Jackson if you're nasty." &lt;/em&gt; I guess it's fine that she says &lt;em&gt;'act nasty'&lt;/em&gt; as long as she's not actually acting nasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1875513203263608890?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1875513203263608890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1875513203263608890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1875513203263608890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1875513203263608890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/fancy-nancy.html' title='Fancy Nancy'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/ScWg794cp8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/5yFAkiHe8h0/s72-c/fancy+nancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8626287005247046426</id><published>2009-03-17T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:28:35.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers license'/><title type='text'>Come, Sweet, Comb</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember these combs? It has been awhile since I've seen them...until last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314253390268752754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/ScAFTWViY3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ROaGiNfNb1k/s320/comb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drivers license expired, and I had to get it renewed. I know, right? Perfect timing? I love getting my picture made for something I will have to look at daily for another five years right after giving birth. I have dark circles under my eyes, and am "still swollen" as that peach at the park told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the combs. Since I had to wait for about 1 1/2 hours (standard for these places), I had lots of 'people watching' time. There is also a sign up that asks you not to use your cell phone in there. I didn't know this, so didn't bring anything to read. Hence the people watching. I kid you not, 3 men pulled these combs out of there pockets to run it through their hair before posing for their pic. NOT KIDDING! Is this hilarious to anyone but me? I thought only people that take the school pictures had these.  Maybe you had to be there, but let me explain the 3 people that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of the infamous black comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A man with a nice long mullet. Felt like I was home sweet home in Alabama again.&lt;br /&gt;2) A regular looking man, dressed in a button up shirt and nice jeans...and a beaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; belt. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; made a stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; on his way. He didn't have matching moccasins, but another guy did.&lt;br /&gt;3) A man with "Church of Christ Preacher hair." No offense to these preacher men, but since I went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;COC&lt;/span&gt; high school, I met lots of these preachers, and most of them had the same hair. And I think it is safe to say, they have a comb in their pocket, and a bottle of Aqua Net in their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you go get your license renewed, take my advice...don't bring a book! The people in your town may quite possibly offer you more entertainment than you bargained for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8626287005247046426?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8626287005247046426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8626287005247046426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8626287005247046426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8626287005247046426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-anyone-remember-these-combs-it-has.html' title='Come, Sweet, Comb'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/ScAFTWViY3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ROaGiNfNb1k/s72-c/comb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-1074501328479213199</id><published>2009-03-10T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:40:37.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I've heard it all now.  This evening I was at the park swinging Hadley and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; friend "Teri" and I were visiting.  A young girl (about 12 years old) came and hopped on the swing next to Hadley.  She looked at me and smiled, so I smiled back.  She said, "You pregnant?"  I laughed and said, "No, I just had a baby a few weeks ago."  She said, "Oh, and your stomach is still swollen."  I won't tell you want I wanted to say to her if she were a little older, but I just laughed again, and said "Yes, thanks for pointing that out."  She then looked at my friend "Teri" and said, "Is that your baby?"  (She was holding Eli.)  And I said, "No, that's my baby."  Then she looked at "Teri" and said, "Oh, and she's the Grandma?"&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!  My belly is swollen, and my 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; friend is Grandma.  We must have looked BEAUTIFUL tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I will just raise my children to keep such comments to themselves, unlike this cruel human did to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-1074501328479213199?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1074501328479213199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=1074501328479213199' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1074501328479213199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/1074501328479213199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2053444508187202052</id><published>2009-03-08T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:02:02.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30th Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>Eli Pictures</title><content type='html'>Eli's online!  Check out my friend Molly's photo blog.  Isn't it nice to have such a great friend who is a photographer?!  She's awesome!  &lt;a href="http://boulayphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-eli.html"&gt;http://boulayphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-eli.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see her other work, take a look at her website!  &lt;a href="http://www.boulayphotography.com/"&gt;www.boulayphotography.com&lt;/a&gt; I HIGHLY recommend her if you live anywhere near here...or if you are here visiting me!  I'll put up some pics from my surprise 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt; bash that she and my other buds threw for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2053444508187202052?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2053444508187202052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2053444508187202052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2053444508187202052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2053444508187202052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/eli-pictures.html' title='Eli Pictures'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-2368051494691310738</id><published>2009-02-17T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:27:48.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mismatched socks'/><title type='text'>27 Pair of Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SZt_GJ6BlBI/AAAAAAAAASs/W3ywpfPwaCM/s1600-h/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303972729874125842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SZt_GJ6BlBI/AAAAAAAAASs/W3ywpfPwaCM/s320/socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read that right. Not 27 dresses, but 27 pair of socks. Do you have a pile of socks that don't match stashed away somewhere? How long have they been there? When do you finally throw them away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, during my nesting period before Eli was born, I decided to get rid of those mismatched socks that live in the cabinet above my washing machine.  I had all of my laundry done, and closets were cleaned out, so I figured it would be safe to see what matches I had, and part with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess how many matches I found when I pulled them all out...that's right...27 pair!  I can't even tell you what I was feeling after that accomplishment.  I had such a natural high when I found all of those matches.  But after that, I thought I may have matches for the others somewhere, and put the rest back in the cabinet.  Will I ever throw them away?  Or will the cheapo in me always hope that there is a mate for them somewhere in my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-2368051494691310738?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2368051494691310738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=2368051494691310738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2368051494691310738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/2368051494691310738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/27-pair-of-socks.html' title='27 Pair of Socks'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SZt_GJ6BlBI/AAAAAAAAASs/W3ywpfPwaCM/s72-c/socks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3079839148343895149</id><published>2009-02-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:25:52.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cup runneth over...</title><content type='html'>My baby is here!  Eli Patrick was born Tuesday, February 10 at 1:45 am.  7 lbs 4 oz (same weight of my other 2 kids...crazy) 20 1/2 inches long.  The birth was a beautiful (yet painful...thanks Adam and Eve) experience.  Eli is healthy, and so am I!  We got home yesterday, and things are going smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while were were saying our prayers, Alex was holding Eli, and said "Dear Jesus, thank you so much for blessing our family with this precious baby."  His little voice was so sincere, and me, Tadd, and my mom were crying before it was all over!  He is so excited to have a brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadley loves her brother too, and wants to hold him all of the time.  I feel so blessed to have three healthy children!  Thanks for all of your prayers and support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3079839148343895149?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3079839148343895149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3079839148343895149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3079839148343895149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3079839148343895149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My cup runneth over...'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-5963787273247489773</id><published>2009-02-09T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:56:05.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>"It's all happening..."</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, the quote "It's all happening" came from my favorite movie of all times, &lt;em&gt;Almost Famous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm in labor! It's all happening, slowly but surely as it has with my other 2 kiddos. Started timing contractions around 5 am, and they were 10 minutes apart. Then they stopped when I got out of bed at 7:00. Had my midwife appointment at 11:30 and she said I was for sure laboring. 3-4 cm 80% effaced, baby is 0 station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is about 14 hours later, and contractions are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erratic&lt;/span&gt;, but strong. So say your prayers tonight that this doesn't drag on for days. I'm ready to meet my little boy/girl! I can't say I'll post when the baby is born, but definitely when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. I'm watching the Grammy's I recorded last night so I can report back on Grammy fashions. I'm sure that'll be on the top of my list post-delivery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-5963787273247489773?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5963787273247489773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=5963787273247489773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5963787273247489773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/5963787273247489773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-happening.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s all happening...&quot;'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-8832188967376705561</id><published>2009-02-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:35:12.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mom Song'/><title type='text'>Do we become our Mothers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This cracks me up.  If you haven't seen "The Mom Song," you must watch.  What cracks me up, is I can hear my mom and myself saying these things.  Do we become our mothers when we become mothers?  Yikes!  J/K mom...you are the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3e2af8338f79274" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3e2af8338f79274%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B04D2AD9B252CA28DC813ADF5F1F5E6A55710FC.6A4A5DF87715481DE32B92882B787130B088F07E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3e2af8338f79274%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFrlXmkbiP-YvUYLn6xGdnxqsiJU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3e2af8338f79274%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B04D2AD9B252CA28DC813ADF5F1F5E6A55710FC.6A4A5DF87715481DE32B92882B787130B088F07E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3e2af8338f79274%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFrlXmkbiP-YvUYLn6xGdnxqsiJU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-8832188967376705561?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3e2af8338f79274&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8832188967376705561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=8832188967376705561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8832188967376705561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/8832188967376705561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-we-become-our-mothers.html' title='Do we become our Mothers?'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622905499502694107.post-3988778562567111020</id><published>2009-02-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:02:22.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugg boots'/><title type='text'>Ugggggg.....</title><content type='html'>I know I will upset some people with this post, but it must be said.  I think when people where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt; boots (this style in particular), their feet look like baked potatoes.  Now I know lots of people, and have lots of friends (probably including some of you), who love their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt;.  This does not change the way I feel about you.  Just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299497766292988466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SYuZI_feojI/AAAAAAAAASk/pkebYN_WoHU/s320/ugg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that bothers me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt;, is when people put them on with pajama pants tucked in them, and think this is an outfit.  People...change your pants if you are going into public!  Seriously, I saw 2 people in one day a few weeks ago (cold day) with pajama pants, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt;, sweatshirts and scarves.  This is not an outfit.  I must admit that I am not the picture of fashion lately, but I at least have the decency to change out of my pajamas before leaving the house.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for those who love their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uggs&lt;/span&gt;!  I here they are 'comfortable,' but I hear that about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; too...enough said!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622905499502694107-3988778562567111020?l=fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3988778562567111020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622905499502694107&amp;postID=3988778562567111020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3988778562567111020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622905499502694107/posts/default/3988778562567111020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fashionistasjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugggggg.html' title='Ugggggg.....'/><author><name>holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16740016683856982731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wvya7eH6T08/TvjpBMCsvLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FjbHw5DTOTs/s220/IMG_0169.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FD3hVSCYpQ/SYuZI_feojI/AAAAAAAAASk/pkebYN_WoHU/s72-c/ugg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
