<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:42:09.976-07:00</updated><category term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>Un-Co.Inc</title><subtitle type='html'>Un-Coordinated Incorporated  By Kit-Kat, Sweet Tart, and Bonbon</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3547512541726236774</id><published>2011-04-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:17:03.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breakin' and Temporary Tattoos</title><content type='html'>Hey, ya'll. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the last day of spring break for Kit Kat and I. I know we will miss it dearly. It's been a really long time since we've written, and that's such a shame. I realized our blog is more of a place for Bonbon, Kit kat and I to share what we're feeling with each other rather than with the world. Which has been nice. I'm going to try to come back and write her more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so, Spring Break. I went to the beach, and so did Kit Kat. the same beach, on the same days, and we didn't even coordinate it. oddly enough, we never saw each other. I bought 120 temporary tattoos, which my mom is not exactly ecstatic about. There are dumptrucks, turtles, hearts, whales, flowers, etc. They're pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am simply dying for it to be summer break. I mean, sure, I miss my friends from school, but the weather has just been so nice and I've loved staying up late and sleeping in, I just don't want it to end.  Plus, I'm looking forward to most of my summer plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For four weeks, I'm working at a summer day camp for little kids that Kit Kat has worked at for several years. Then for a week I'll be going to South Dakota to work on an Indian reservation to teach native american children how to read. This is probably one of my favorite things I'll be doing this summer. In addition to hanging out with awesome people from my state and South Dakota, helping the kids is just so great. Most of them are very sweet but needy. Alot of them don't get the love that they deserve from home. The area in which they live is one of the most devastated in the nation. The unemployment rate is 80 percent, and suicide and depression is rampant. The first year my brother went, a seventeen year old boy had hung himself on the first day of camp, and a lot of the people my brother was there with saw the boy being taken down from the tree by his family. Helping the young kids gives you a feeling like no other; all they want is to be taken care of. it's incredible to see their desire to learn.  After South Dakota, I am going to the beach with my family for a week. Then my birthday, then back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Bon Bon and Kit kat write here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 and other sweet things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3547512541726236774?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3547512541726236774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-breakin-and-temporary-tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3547512541726236774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3547512541726236774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-breakin-and-temporary-tattoos.html' title='Spring Breakin&apos; and Temporary Tattoos'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4904420622369831388</id><published>2010-10-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:35:01.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>RIDDLES ARE FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;brothers and sisters, i have none,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but this mans father, is my fathers son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is this person???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4904420622369831388?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4904420622369831388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/10/riddles-are-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4904420622369831388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4904420622369831388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/10/riddles-are-fun.html' title='RIDDLES ARE FUN'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-48575754410210751</id><published>2010-10-10T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:33:29.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>philosophy</title><content type='html'>is there such thing as an unselfish act? ask yourself, if a person donates 10,000 dollars to a school anonymously with no connection to the school and no criminal intentions, could this be considered a selfless act? is a selfless act considered something where you, yourself gain nothing from the act itself but others do? yet how can something be considered selfless if everyone gets something out of it? if i were to donate $1 million to a hospital without getting any kind of recondition and having no intent on getting anything from the process, it cant really be considered selfless because i am gaining something anyhow. no matter what kind of act you do, you will gain an emotional reward or punishment. i would have been rewarded with either pride, or happiness, or self satisfaction etc. could only a truly uncaring and emotionless person succeed in preforming a selfless act? what is your definition of a selfless act?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love and chocolate, Bonbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-48575754410210751?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/48575754410210751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/10/philosophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/48575754410210751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/48575754410210751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/10/philosophy.html' title='philosophy'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-7784971613867220596</id><published>2010-08-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:29:07.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO LOOOOOOOOOOOOONGGGG</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear Gawd. It has been WAY too long. Summer croppd up and the three of us got super busy. I've been meaning to post for a while now, but now I finally am. Yay! &lt;div&gt;I just got home from Acadia, Maine, where I spent ten days with my family. Three days before that, I was in South Dakota with Kit Kat, volunteering as a counselor to Native American kids living on a reservation. A week before that, I was in Cape May, NJ with Bonbon and her family. So I've had a reeeaaallly wonderful summer. It's been great. Bonbon also visited Squam Lake in New Hampshire. And right now, KitKat is working at an inn in Virginia for a couple weeks. School starts up soon, and I'm kind of looking forward to it. Sort of. Kind of. But I know I'll be dreading it once I've been there for six hours every day for over three months. Ah, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this is such a crappy post, I'm not even editing, or thinking about what I type before I do. Probably not up to my usual posting standards. Once again: ahh, well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-7784971613867220596?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/7784971613867220596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-looooooooooooongggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7784971613867220596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7784971613867220596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-looooooooooooongggg.html' title='TOO LOOOOOOOOOOOOONGGGG'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4992151854370103361</id><published>2010-06-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:23:45.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment</title><content type='html'>thing to do before we die that are a MUST:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to Europe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swim with Dolphins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet someone famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat sushi in japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to an awesome college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet an awesome guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get rich even just for one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoil yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat lots of chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but be healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy pretty clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy your own home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live in a great home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sit in a cool chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;climb a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to a concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance like no ones watchin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance when everyones watchin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter some sort of contest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn how to ballroom dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;become a master of yoga and self defense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live in some place tropical for a bit or forever wut ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIVE UR LIFE LIKE UR GONNA DIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1497785019362398750-4992151854370103361?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4992151854370103361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/06/living-in-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4992151854370103361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4992151854370103361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/06/living-in-moment.html' title='Living in the Moment'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-7083816974798835783</id><published>2010-05-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:49:27.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics with Color</title><content type='html'>Once again, our little Bonbon has outdone herself. A new online flipbook she made with BenettonPlay.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benettonplay.com/toys/flipbookdeluxe/player.php?id=278943"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.benettonplay.com/toys/flipbookdeluxe/flipbooks_gif/2010/05/30/GUEST_17369161176_1275250772.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&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/1497785019362398750-7083816974798835783?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/7083816974798835783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/physics-with-color.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7083816974798835783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7083816974798835783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/physics-with-color.html' title='Physics with Color'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4271447537905634145</id><published>2010-05-30T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:20:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our talented little Bonbon</title><content type='html'>a href="http://www.benettonplay.com/toys/flipbookdeluxe/player.php?id=278818" &gt; &lt;img src="http://www.benettonplay.com/toys/flipbookdeluxe/flipbooks_gif/2010/05/29/GUEST_17369161176_1275163462.gif" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Look what Bonbon made! She's so talented. We love you, Bonbon! (Benettonplay.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart &amp;amp; Kit Kat&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/1497785019362398750-4271447537905634145?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4271447537905634145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-talented-little-bonbon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4271447537905634145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4271447537905634145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-talented-little-bonbon.html' title='Our talented little Bonbon'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5171478004857616973</id><published>2010-05-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:30:13.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY US</title><content type='html'>50 Posts! YAY US! Halfway to 100.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.middletownk12.org/navesink/congratulations0an8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-5171478004857616973?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5171478004857616973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5171478004857616973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5171478004857616973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-us.html' title='YAY US'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-206122112666179161</id><published>2010-05-26T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:11:17.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>How can anyone like Tyra?</title><content type='html'>i means shez self obsessed and annoying and the reason her show is probs ending is cuz people who aren't pushy like Oprah never get good answers&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also she is so annoying to listen to in Americas next top model cuz she ,makes everything about herself, but to be fair i have never seen the try show so im sorry Kit Kat and Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just cant help hating Tyra Banks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXOXO (except Tyra) Bonbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-206122112666179161?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/206122112666179161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-anyone-like-tyra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/206122112666179161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/206122112666179161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-can-anyone-like-tyra.html' title='How can anyone like Tyra?'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-7215561629404353453</id><published>2010-05-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:38:28.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra</title><content type='html'>Okay, confession time: I enjoy the Tyra Show. &lt;div&gt;How can you not? It's chock full of useful tidbits and tips, Tyra's funny, her guests are interesting, and she sure knows how to entertain an audience. AND she's not half as rude or pushy as Oprah. So seriously, what's not to love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sad to find out the Tyra Show is coming to end. In fact, this is the last week of her show. *Tear tear*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="box" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-right-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-left-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/monday.jpg" alt="monday" width="155" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="7" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="258" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek/images/5116n-bio.jpg" width="220" height="165" class="paddingleft" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="7" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Monday, May 24th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;More of the 'Beauty Inside and Out' Campaign!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;A few months ago, Tyra introduced the world to her "Beauty Inside and Out" campaign, and today she's taking the campaign from her talk show couch into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek?adid=052410_thisweek_monday" target="_blank" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(26, 152, 177); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Keep Reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="100" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="box" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-right-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-left-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/tuesday.jpg" alt="tuesday" width="166" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="7" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="258" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek/images/5121n-final-teen-talk.jpg" width="220" height="165" class="paddingleft" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="7" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Tuesday, May 25th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;Our Final Teen Talk&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It's one last hour dedicated to all things teen. We'll reconnect with a few familiar faces from our past and check in with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek?adid=052410_thisweek_tuesday" target="_blank" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(26, 152, 177); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Keep Reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="100" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="box" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-right-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-left-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/wednesday.jpg" alt="wednesday" width="218" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="7" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="258" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek/images/5119n-hair-week.jpg" width="220" height="165" class="paddingleft" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="7" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Wednesday, May 26th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;Five Seasons of Weaves, Wigs, Real Hair and Everything in Between!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;It's all our finest hair moments. As we wrap up our final week, we're taking a look back at one of the hottest topics of season five: hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek?adid=052410_thisweek_wednesday" target="_blank" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(26, 152, 177); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Keep Reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="100" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="box" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-right-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-left-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/thursday.jpg" alt="thursday" width="190" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="7" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="258" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek/images/5109n-gay-wedding.jpg" width="220" height="165" class="paddingleft" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="7" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Thursday, May 27th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;The 'Tyra Show's' Big Fab Gay Wedding!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;The "Tyra Show" is teaming up with a whole bunch of fabulous wedding vendors in hopes of giving one deserving couple the wedding of their dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p align="right" class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek?adid=052410_thisweek_thursday" target="_blank" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(26, 152, 177); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Keep Reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="100" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="box" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-right-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); border-left-color: rgb(0, 194, 226); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="488" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/friday.jpg" alt="thursday" width="133" height="42" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="7" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="258" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/thisweek/images/5124n-final-show.jpg" width="220" height="165" class="paddingleft" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/newsletter/images/spacer.gif" width="7" height="12" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Friday, May 28th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="27" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;The 'Tyra Show' Says Goodbye&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="text1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;With five seasons and two Emmys under our belt, the "Tyra Show" is proud to reflect -- and say thank you to the people who made this incredible experience what it was -- that's you, our viewers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you don't watch the Tyra Show, I urge you to. (I was just talking to Kit Kat about how Tyra should release her seasons onto DVD. If only talk shows did that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-7215561629404353453?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/7215561629404353453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/tyra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7215561629404353453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7215561629404353453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/tyra.html' title='Tyra'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-8417956735624063709</id><published>2010-05-16T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:58:01.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>Happy Late Mom Day</title><content type='html'>mothers day was a fun day. full of NBC specials and desserts, its a nice holiday for me. where as you don't get out of school or work its still a great time to get together. when it comes to presents for my mom I always beat my brothers, they giving her some last minute hand made card and I a painting i worked on 2 weeks in advanced specifically for her. I don't like to brag, but, it was awesome. and I made chocolate mousse for dessert only to be accompanied by, BONBONS! how excited could I have gotten???? It was a good mothers day this year. pretty goood......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO love and chocolate XD Bonbon&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/1497785019362398750-8417956735624063709?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/8417956735624063709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-late-mom-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8417956735624063709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8417956735624063709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-late-mom-day.html' title='Happy Late Mom Day'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-2579957525773598143</id><published>2010-05-10T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:01:17.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World</title><content type='html'>Classy. I love to be classy, do classy things, perform actions in a classy manner. It can be refreshing in a world of trash to find class.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, class can seem snobby. Classy does not mean you think yourself above others, or act as if you are. Classy is choosing to do things in a way that you are not rude, revealing, or wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many trashy people and things out there,  it can be overwhelming at times. From crappy TV shows, to frightful ad campaigns, the world can be a gross place. Which is exactly why I can't wait to get my hands on this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; &lt;img src="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/169/712/400000000000000169712_s3.png" alt="How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World by Jordan Christy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World&lt;/i&gt; redefines the modern, classy woman. It teaches to be strong and in command of what others think of us, and how to be classier, better women. Heres an exerpt from her chapter titled: To Snag a Man, Let Him do the Chasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Turns out our mother was right — ladies shouldn’t make the ﬁrst move. Let’s be honest, do you really want to have to tell your children, “That’s right, kids, I had to beat down your father’s door and constantly create diversions to get his attention! I sent multiple text messages, wore my shortest skirts, and practically threw myself at him before he noticed me. But don’t you worry, I eventually wore him down!” Of course not. We all want a guy to approach us, fall madly in love, and not be able to wait to call us. So how do you make that happen? It’s actually not complicated at all (at least not nearly as difficult and convoluted as we girls make it). You’ll see how, starting with the basics of dating, the truth about girls who make the ﬁrst move, the importance of not ruining a good thing, why he needs to call you, and when it’s okay to give it away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;First of all, we live in an extremely deceiving society. We’ve seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="21053470" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;nobr id="itxt_nobr_1_0" style="font-size: 8px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="21053470" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in;padding:0in;text-decoration:none;text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;" style="'width:7.5pt;height:7.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Katie\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2_bing.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="10" height="10" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Katie/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" classname="iAs" itxtdid="20950629" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial;bottom: auto; border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto" name="itxt-icon-77" shapes="_x0000_i1025" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;making out with a different guy (or girl) in some pool every week and the Kardashians hooking up with every piece of eye candy the cat drags in. Casual sex is oh-so-glamorous through the lens of movies and TV. Instant messaging, texting, and video messages are the norm between guys and girls. But the painful, real-life truth is that none of this works. Why? Because it goes against the basic laws of nature, that’s why! If you glean nothing else from this book, I want you to hear this headline-worthy, urgent-newsﬂash, critical-emergency, vital-stat message: We make ourselves waaaay too accessible. How, you may ask? Let me count the ways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;In no particular order, we have the following means of scaring off a new guy: e-mailing, Facebook messaging, MySpace stalking, texting, calling, showing up unannounced, inviting him over, and did I mention coming on too strong? We will delve into these atrocities in more detail later on and talk about why being so accessible is nothing but a curse, but ﬁrst let’s look at how it ever got to this point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;It’s no secret that we girls start fantasizing about a fairy-tale wedding and happily-ever-after love story around the same time we start teething (I still have a wedding book that I compiled at age six!). Relationships are a big deal to us. We want to hear all about our roommate’s new boyfriend, have to get every detail of our coworker’s upcoming nuptials, and lament right along with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="21053527" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;nobr id="itxt_nobr_3_0" style="font-size: 8px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="21053527" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in;padding:0in;text-decoration:none;text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;" style="'width:7.5pt;height:7.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Katie\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2_bing.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="10" height="10" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Katie/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial&lt;span style=" id="byLine" /&gt;' name=itxt-icon-77 v:shapes="_x0000_i1026"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;over Brad Pitt as if he cheated on us. We love to watch TLC’s A Wedding Story, feverishly scan Us Weekly for the latest blossoming celebrity romance, and sob every time we see Sleepless in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;. We spend hours prepping ourselves for a date and even more time obsessing about what our potential children will look like and whether or not our initials mesh nicely. Conclusion: girls love love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;So why would you subconsciously sabotage all those efforts through your modern-day attempts at ﬁnding true love? This question baffles me daily. I’d like to think that it’s out of sheer naiveté — most girls don’t appear to be in a lucid mental state when they’re throwing themselves at some circus clown off the street and clearly aren’t aware that they are actually driving that poor boy further away. But luckily, you will no longer have to be the victim of such careless ways in love, because we’re going to start doing things the right way — the old-fashioned way! And it starts by not messing with nature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Well over a century ago (in 1870, to be exact), William Shakespeare Hays wrote a wonderful song called “Truly Yours.” The lyrics just go to show you that this whole love–romance–dating thing has been going on a long time, and we’re probably not going to be the ones to change the entire course of it anytime soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;In these lyrics we have the entire saga of love and romance summed up in a few phrases: guy meets girl, guy falls in love with girl, guy can’t think of anyone but her and is obsessed with girl up until dying day à la The Notebook. This age-old plot could explain the rapid popularity of said movie. I know all of us ladies love that love story, and as much as they might grumble, deep down, every guy likes the movie, too (even my husband, who has a beard, drives a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="19207971" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;, and aspires to be a lumberjack). Why? Because it is, without a doubt, the ideal, most picturesque illustration of romance: guys want a girl to chase after, and girls want a guy to want to track them down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;It has always been this way — from Adam and Eve to knights climbing the tower for their lady in waiting to Jane Austen’s generation of gallant gentlemen writing letters to their intended, right up to our reality-obsessed era of Girls Gone Wild. Guys still want to pursue the girl, and no amount of cell phones, sex tapes, and IM conversations are going to change that. I’m not sure why we’ve all of a sudden taken it upon ourselves to change the structural makeup of a guy’s mind, but I’m telling you right now, it’s pointless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;The implementation of the Sadie Hawkins dance in 1937 didn’t do anything to alter the ingrained behaviors of guys and girls. I hate to say it, but you’re never going to get the guy until you simply let him be the guy. And what do guys want to do? Chase things!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Sometimes it may feel like we are the only ones in this confusing cycle, but this whole process has been around since the beginning of time. It’s history. It’s nature. It’s just the way of it! Men are natural-born hunters — they like the thrill of the chase. It’s why boys like to race cars, bid on worthless eBay junk, and go hunting in the woods. They love a good pursuit. You don’t see many of us females out tackling opponents to claim some pigskin ball on a perfectly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;nobr id="itxt_nobr_8_0" style="font-size: 8px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in;padding:0in;text-decoration:none;text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/##" target="&amp;quot;_blank&amp;quot;" style="'width:7.5pt;height:7.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Katie\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/2_bing.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="10" height="10" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Katie/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" name="itxt-icon-77" shapes="_x0000_i1027" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; afternoon, do you? Nope. We’re also not usually on the front lines racing after some impending tornado or disastrous storm. And while we were politely ﬁxing tea and cupcakes for our dolls and friends, the rowdy neighbor boys were in hot pursuit of the bad guy, playing cops and robbers. It’s in their nature to hunt, chase, and track down, and if you make yourself readily available (calling, texting, stalking), guys no longer have anything to pursue. And if there’s nothing there to chase after, dream about, or hunt down, they’ve probably already lost interest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Don’t believe me? If you’re still of the I’ll-get-the-check-not-him mentality, all stubborn and adamant that we just go out and snag a man, I challenge you to take a gander at the responses to the question I posed to ten delightful, successful, happily married men: Did she pursue you, or did you pursue her? Their answers show that the odds are against those trying to muster up the guts to do the asking ﬁrst.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Jeremy, married ﬁve years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I deﬁnitely had to pursue Sarah. She wasn’t interested in me at all, so I went out and bought concert tickets to see her favorite band to try and impress her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Herman, married seventy-eight years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I met Emma when I was eighteen and she was just sixteen. I was very nervous about asking her parents’ permission to take her out, but I just knew she was the one and knew I had to go for it. So we started seeing each other and were married two months later. That was a long time ago!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Bo, married four years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Even though Claire and I had known each other for years, I had to make the ﬁrst move. We saw each other for the ﬁrst time in years, and she just looked so great that I asked for her number and asked her out there on the spot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Joey, married eleven years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I had to go after Brandi. She just got out of a relationship and didn’t really want to have anything to do with me, or any guy, for that matter. But I eventually wore her down, and now she’s stuck with me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Greg, married forty-two years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I had to pursue Carol. Two of our mutual friends even tried to set us up on a date, but she refused! So I just kept asking her out until she ﬁnally agreed. We went to a high school basketball game together, and the rest is history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;José, married one year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I had to pursue her. I met Tina when we were playing a show at a small club in this obscure town in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, so I started talking to her after the show, asked for her number, and called her ﬁrst thing the next morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Christopher, married seventeen years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I had to do all the work! I ﬁrst saw Kerry when our high school football team played her school on a Friday night. She was a cheerleader, she was so cute, and I knew that I just had to say something to her afterward. So I waited around for an hour and a half after the game to talk to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Al, married thirty-three years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Well, we were only in eighth grade, but I still had to do the pursuing! I wrote Paula a note, asking if she would go steady. She said yes, and we dated all through high school and got married the day she turned eighteen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;  outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;, married nine years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I met Bonita at a church picnic and deﬁnitely had to pursue her. She didn’t want to have anything to do with me, but I just kept annoying her and pestering her until she ﬁnally agreed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/page/2/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="20453677" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;go on a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Ryan, married three years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Natalie came to one of our band’s shows with a bunch of her friends; I saw her in the crowd and just knew that I had to go talk to her, so I think you could safely say that I pursued her. I found her afterward, got her number, and haven’t stopped talking to her since!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;My sweet boy Drew had to do the pursuing, as well — I even turned him down twice before agreeing to a date, because I thought he was too quiet. He told me later that he was beyond distraught and even couldn’t eat for days because he knew he wanted to marry me but I didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with him! Luckily, he mustered up what dignity he had left and asked again, and as it turns out, the third time was the charm. He ended up taking me to the exact place I had told my sister that I wanted my future husband to take me on our ﬁrst date, and from that ﬁrst night on, I knew I was going to marry him, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Even rock stars and celebrities have to do some pursuing. When it comes to men being the go-getters in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/page/2/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="20453584" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;, Kelly Ripa’s hunky husband Mark Consuelos says candidly, “I don’t think guys like to be put on a pedestal or, you know, have their butts kissed ... Honestly, that kind of freaks us out. We deﬁnitely like a challenge.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;When Rob Thomas met his future wife, Marisol, she apparently was not impressed with him or his appearance, and he had to pursue, as well. “He looked awful,” she says. “He was wearing khaki drawstring pants he’d rolled up to the knee for some reason. He was also wearing a gigantic T-shirt and a ﬂoppy ﬁsherman’s hat with Mickey Mouse on it ... I just thought, ‘This is so wrong and so tragic.’” But despite her qualms about his fashion sense, she gave him her number when he asked for it, and a couple of months later, they were engaged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;So regardless of the guy’s current status, bank account, background, or beliefs, if he’s interested, he will do the pursuing. There’s no need to interfere with the ways of nature! Doing so will only scare him off (and I have waaaay too many stories to prove this — ask me sometime and I’d be more than happy to share them!). Of this phenomenon the bold and beautiful Beyoncé says, “When you really don’t like a guy, they’re all over you, and as soon as you act like you like them, they’re no longer interested.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;So how do you avoid the clingy-and-desperate act yet still let him know that you’re available? It all goes back to not making yourself too accessible. It’s not very twenty-ﬁrst-century-empowered-woman of me to say this, but you simply need to let him call you. Grace Kelly once said, “Emancipation of women has made them lose their mystery.” And a woman’s mystery is one of the biggest attracting factors for a guy. So when in doubt, just put those phones away and keep them there, because dialing his digits four hours after you’ve met is only going to turn him off. In fact, here is a list of activities to abstain from during the initial courting period (which can range from the original meeting to several months down the road — you’ll know when this time is over when he asks you to be exclusively his!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Making the initial call — the only way you’re allowed to call him is if he ﬁrst calls you and leaves a specific message asking you to call him back. There are no exceptions, including “Maybe he lost my number” or “He’s really busy, so he probably just forgot” or “He has bad service, so I should just call him.” If he was seriously interested in you, he would never, I repeat, NEVER lose that number, and he would easily make his way to some dark alley to get a few service bars on his phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Texting incessantly — especially two hours after you met him to say how much you liked the shirt that he wore tonight. Nothing drains the elusive female mystique faster than a text message that showcases your innermost thoughts and feelings. Leave him to hope, wonder, and get butterﬂies. Texting does not leave him wanting more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Social network interaction — nothing says overzealous like a creepy MySpace friend request, and I have yet to meet a girl that ended up with a guy she stalked online. If he’s interested, he will ﬁnd you. And even then, you shouldn’t get involved in an e-message/IM situation. If he is truly interested, he will want to talk with and see you in person, so there’s no need to start a bizarre-o online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/page/2/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="20453582" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Too-revealing updates — you need to completely disregard that impulse to race back to your room and blog that you’ve just met the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/32419858/ns/today-today_books/page/2/##" target="_blank" classname="iAs" itxtdid="19204199" style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color: initial; bottom: auto;border-width:initial;border-color:initial;float:none;right:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0in; padding:0in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;man of your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;. Word will inevitably get back to him that you’re obsessed with him, and he’ll assume you’re a little batty and will be scared poopless. Guys don’t want to hear that you’re planning their wedding or naming their unborn children (even if you are!), so let’s skip the emotional Facebook updates and the tell-all Twitters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Planting yourself in strategic spots — the unnatural act of hanging around his hangouts is not only transparent, it’s weird. I’m convinced that if you’re truly destined to be with someone, you won’t have to leave your house at a calculated time, hide out in the bushes for hours, and then magically materialize, looking fresh-faced, surprised to see him, and very available. For the record, driving by his house or apartment multiple times a day doesn’t work, either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Again, once he has lovingly gazed into your eyes and said that he can’t imagine himself with anyone else, you’re pretty much free to call and text whenever. Until then, the key is to keep him wanting more. And you can’t do that when you’re getting a tan from the 24/7 glow of that cell phone, obnoxiously informing him of every minute detail of your day while subtly slipping in hints of matrimony and grandchildren. Luckily, by the time he’s professed his undying love, it means that he is so enamored of you that you won’t be able to get rid of him — soon you’ll be politely asking him to just leave you alone for a couple hours so that you can get some actual work done!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;One of my favorite literary characters of all time, Gone with the Wind’s Scarlett O’Hara, said, “Why does a girl have to be so silly to catch a husband?” Judging by the actions of most females these days, one might think this is exactly what we have to do. Between Tila Tequila’s degrading hooker-like antics and the bulk of The Bachelor contestants’ hot-tub-and-champagne shenanigans, silly is an understatement. But in reality, the majority of guys aren’t looking for stupid; they just want a fun, smart, down-to-earth girl they can take home to Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack"  style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial; outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span  id="byLine" style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="border-style:initial; border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline-color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Excerpted from "How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World" by Jordan Christy. Copyright © 2009 by Jordan Christy. Reprinted by Un-Co-Inc.blogspot.com for reading entertainment. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=" border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; font-family:Verdana;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textbodyblack" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 200%;vertical-align:baseline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;-Sweet Tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" style="margin-top: 0px; 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XOXOXOXO CHOCOLATE AND STUFF, BONBON&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4946829479197174521?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4946829479197174521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-in-france.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4946829479197174521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4946829479197174521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-in-france.html' title='living in France'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-8004575721023580213</id><published>2010-05-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:59:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>Normally, I love birds. I think they are so cute and... Yeah. They're cute. But after recent events, they care the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bajesus&lt;/span&gt; out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I was attacked, by a bird. It was the scariest thing ever. EVER! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; not really. I have seen scarier. Like Urban &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Legends&lt;/span&gt;. Now THAT'S SCARY!!  But any who, we have a bird house in our back yard with a nest in it and I was going to see if there were any eggs in the nest. I opened the "view" side and little did I know, but the mother bird was in there. She got SO TICKED! She threw herself against the side of the birds nest trying to eat my face off. fortunately, I ran away, but she chased me all the way to my house! Then, It waited for me on a phone wire. It was so scary. I had to call sweet tart to come over to close the view panel for me because I didn't want to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news though, the bird and I are now on speaking terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Love lots,&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-8004575721023580213?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/8004575721023580213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/birds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8004575721023580213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8004575721023580213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3039113734989090199</id><published>2010-05-05T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:52:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I hate being sick. The stuffy nose, the aching throat, the throbbing head. GET ME OUT OF HERE. Ok, no more ranting.&lt;div&gt;Today was quite uneventful for me. It consisted of lots of sleeping, reading, and fiddling around with creativity. I did make some adorable necklaces and buttons, so not all was lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so BORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay yeah bye love from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3039113734989090199?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3039113734989090199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3039113734989090199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3039113734989090199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4094267044267412136</id><published>2010-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:08:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>Ok, so our blog has been funky recently. Instead of having icons of things, it said "undefined" all over the place. We were like the anti-dictionary (har har, I know) for a while there. Anyway, everything is mostly fixed due to a little (well actually, a LOT) of tinkering around. Except all of our sidebar type things keep getting pushed to the bottom of the page. We're working on it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-4094267044267412136?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4094267044267412136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/whoops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4094267044267412136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4094267044267412136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3770103972045404206</id><published>2010-05-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:27:22.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christophe Mae (Dingue dingue dingue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this song! Dingue Dingue Dingue by Christophe Mae. &lt;3, name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lY5kWwwrA6o&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/lY5kWwwrA6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3770103972045404206?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3770103972045404206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/christophe-mae-dingue-dingue-dingue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3770103972045404206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3770103972045404206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/05/christophe-mae-dingue-dingue-dingue.html' title='Christophe Mae (Dingue dingue dingue)'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-6700334029083286691</id><published>2010-04-30T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:31:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God i don't have ANY time to read anymore! I haven't read a single book besides school books in over a year and that is just SO SAD i mean come on! i used to read like 15 books in a summer! geez i want to just get a good book and sit in bed and read it and just go crazy. Sweet Tart reads all these awesome books and i want to read like she does because shes a super smarty when it comes to English stuff.  man i miss books. they used to be my friends but now they are distant memories. (sigh)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bonbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-6700334029083286691?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/6700334029083286691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/books.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6700334029083286691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6700334029083286691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/books.html' title='BOOKS'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-300787179975132823</id><published>2010-04-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:03:02.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9dtEKHn50I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kFkjTPlVGME/s1600/girl+again.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9dtEKHn50I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kFkjTPlVGME/s320/girl+again.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464956591040620354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored in Creative Writing class today. And yesterday. And last week. One of the products of this fruitful boredom:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-300787179975132823?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/300787179975132823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/boredom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/300787179975132823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/300787179975132823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9dtEKHn50I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kFkjTPlVGME/s72-c/girl+again.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-2778521793940049398</id><published>2010-04-27T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:05:30.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow Yo</title><content type='html'>I don’t do confrontations. If push comes to shove, and I become insulted or made out to be a fool, I will most definitely speak my mind. Even in less hostile situations, I’m not afraid to say what I think. But I’ve never been one to enjoy making a scene. Some people critique the way I deal with things, saying I don’t have the guts to be wrong. It’s not that. I call it going with the flow. Why make a mess of things, when instead you can get your way and make others happy? I just feel that so many things around me have gone wrong because of the way people handle things. I’m not perfect, and I’ve made my mistakes too. But I just feel so much could be gained and so many hostile situations and messes could be avoided if more people learned how to compromise and not be defensive or confrontational. Food for thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-2778521793940049398?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/2778521793940049398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/flow-yo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2778521793940049398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2778521793940049398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/flow-yo.html' title='Flow Yo'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-7428446570568482079</id><published>2010-04-26T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:06:26.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know those people, who when you tell them good news, don’t seem that excited for you? And they joke around with you and say things like, “I hate you!”, but you sort of know they’re only half-joking? Frenemies. You can’t live with ‘em, it’d be a lot easier to live without ‘em. They seem to be nice and and fun to be around, until they strike. It could be a not-so-well concealed backhanded comment, or a subtle insult. Frenemies slowly break down the walls of your self-esteem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t let them get away with what they’re trying to do. If they insult you, call them on it. However, don’t let things turn confrontational. Just say, “Jeesh that was sort of mean.” Don’t egg them on by becoming vulnerable either. Or just stay nice. No matter the rude things they may say or do, stay positive and keep smiling as if they haven’t done anything mean. They’ll soon come to see they’re wasting their time, or they’ll get bored, or (on the off-chance) they’ll actually begin to respect you. I don’t really know why I’m writing this. I guess I’ve just seen so many people deal with frenemies in the totally wrong way. Don’t become rude straight back, and don’t let them get away with what they’re doing. Just a little word to the wise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-7428446570568482079?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/7428446570568482079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/frenemies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7428446570568482079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7428446570568482079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/frenemies.html' title='Frenemies'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5328500659855809227</id><published>2010-04-26T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:55:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGH LAURIE FOR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YZlDS-AsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wage0VR7NoQ/s1600/104831__laurie_l2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YZlDS-AsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wage0VR7NoQ/s320/104831__laurie_l2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464583322191397570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE POINT IS SWEET TART, THAT ITS OVER WHEN WE END WITH A GOOD PICTURE OF THE SEXY BEAST AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-5328500659855809227?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5328500659855809227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hugh-laurie-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5328500659855809227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5328500659855809227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hugh-laurie-for-life.html' title='HUGH LAURIE FOR LIFE'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YZlDS-AsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Wage0VR7NoQ/s72-c/104831__laurie_l2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5053081390567416409</id><published>2010-04-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:49:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>There are no more Hugh Laurie posts. There have been plenty, the posts have been fruitful, but we need more CONTENT. So, NO MORE HUGH LAURIE POSTS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-5053081390567416409?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5053081390567416409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5053081390567416409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5053081390567416409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough.html' title='ENOUGH'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-1202681938701926873</id><published>2010-04-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:46:42.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YXsX797pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RZevhMEWhNw/s1600/600full-hugh-laurien.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YXsX797pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RZevhMEWhNw/s320/600full-hugh-laurien.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464581248967896722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh hot dam look at those eys&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WUT NOT SWEET TART!!!! WUT???????????/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-1202681938701926873?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/1202681938701926873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hot-dam-look-at-those-eys-wut-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1202681938701926873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1202681938701926873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hot-dam-look-at-those-eys-wut-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YXsX797pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RZevhMEWhNw/s72-c/600full-hugh-laurien.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5831553832070535069</id><published>2010-04-26T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:41:42.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies, yet no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YWel3cNAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UVNYoTanlUs/s1600/hugh+laurie+at+prom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YWel3cNAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UVNYoTanlUs/s320/hugh+laurie+at+prom.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464579912677209090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YWeV3w-mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QNpI4McLbrc/s1600/hugh+laurie+fairy+princess.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YWeV3w-mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QNpI4McLbrc/s320/hugh+laurie+fairy+princess.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464579908383603298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have come across as though I dislike Hugh Laurie. In fact, this is not true. I simply enjoy  bugging Bonbon. He is very smexy, and a wonderful actor. I have only recently begun to watch the show House, but his character already strikes me as very dynamic and deep. Still...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugh Laurie: Fairy Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugh Laurie: Prom Queen&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;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-5831553832070535069?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5831553832070535069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/apologies-yet-no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5831553832070535069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5831553832070535069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/apologies-yet-no-regrets.html' title='Apologies, yet no regrets'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9YWel3cNAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UVNYoTanlUs/s72-c/hugh+laurie+at+prom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-7428676940282774981</id><published>2010-04-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:33:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>why Hugh Laurie is the best</title><content type='html'>sexy beast, hot stuff, cool-ass, love eyes, and long tan and handsome are all terms used to describe H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ugh Laurie. the British actor most commonly know for playing the american S.O.B. doctor Gregory House in House has also been in the following movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div class="ansC" style="clear: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="ans" style="margin-bottom: 1.2em; "&gt;&lt;div class="ans2"&gt;&lt;div class="ans3" style="max-width: 590px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sc_cl1" style="float: left; margin-right: 20px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Street+Kings+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;treet Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=The+Young+Visiters+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Young Visiters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Stuart+Little+2+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stuart Little 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Girl+From+Rio+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Girl From Rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Life+with+Judy+Garland%3a+Me+and+My+Shadows+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life with Judy Garland: Me and My Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sc_cl2"&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; height: 1.23em; "&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Maybe+Baby+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; height: 1.23em; "&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Stuart+Little+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stuart Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; height: 1.23em; "&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Black+Adder+Back+and+Forth+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Black Adder Back and Forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; height: 1.23em; "&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=Cousin+Bette+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cousin Bette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; height: 1.23em; "&gt;&lt;span class="li_col0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=The+Borrowers+movie&amp;amp;FORM=Z8RE" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Borrowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;also not listed but interesting was when Hugh Laurie played an evil henchman in 101 Dalmatians for Cruella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, this king of kings is the best actor i have ever come to see. he describes in a few magazine (in his real and gorgeous accented voice) how difficult it is to use an american accent for almost every single movie he has ever been in. where as it may be hard, he certainly does an amazing job. Also to the public, i strongly recommend seeing the family guy episode including a small section of House animated, in the episode business guy. Hugh Laurie plays a role in House that may appear as a normal doctor, but after a few more episodes you see much more deeply into a character that has multiple issues and emotion struggles, but even deeper you see a yearning to understand things he can not, such as love and kindness. following his closest friends and seeking the rejection of others only to satisfy his need for attention (probably due to his discovery of the fact that his real birth father was his overbearing strict and cold fathers best friend) House is a truly ingenious man, intellectual to the extent that he is not only the best diagnostic doctor in the world (on TV but still) but in the episode in his current season (6) he shows that by taking a break from medicine to deal with his pain killer addiction and leg pain, you can see that he is good at everything, after only one day he ,asters the art of cooking and impresses multiple people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;AND THIS my friends is all that is portrayed by the amazing, wonderful, and smexy Hugh Laure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;XoXoXo Bonbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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-family:'times new roman';"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="results" style="zoom: 1; "&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/1497785019362398750-7428676940282774981?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/7428676940282774981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-hugh-laurie-is-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7428676940282774981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/7428676940282774981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-hugh-laurie-is-best.html' title='why Hugh Laurie is the best'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-8634250112506212377</id><published>2010-04-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:29:33.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9XpdYXGmnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PNJ8FaZ91hY/s1600/depressed+hugh+laurie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9XpdYXGmnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PNJ8FaZ91hY/s320/depressed+hugh+laurie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464530413848795762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. Depressed Hugh Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-8634250112506212377?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/8634250112506212377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-just-misunderstood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8634250112506212377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8634250112506212377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-just-misunderstood.html' title='He&apos;s Just Misunderstood'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9XpdYXGmnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PNJ8FaZ91hY/s72-c/depressed+hugh+laurie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-234804136764843622</id><published>2010-04-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:06:20.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TY71-ignI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n6kfQZ75eS8/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TY71-ignI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n6kfQZ75eS8/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230770520523378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TY4o76oJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4pRVlxR1uZU/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TY4o76oJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4pRVlxR1uZU/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230715480252562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYz6T01YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dnNF3AlvZpU/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYz6T01YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dnNF3AlvZpU/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230634244593026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYvkCkyAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oq_Nji_-lEI/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYvkCkyAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Oq_Nji_-lEI/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230559547181058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYsCsKfkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GKpPHbds5zM/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYsCsKfkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GKpPHbds5zM/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230499055205954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYobzgDCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1GLFKNNpQP8/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TYobzgDCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1GLFKNNpQP8/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464230437077388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-234804136764843622?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/234804136764843622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/234804136764843622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/234804136764843622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TY71-ignI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n6kfQZ75eS8/s72-c/104831__laurie_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-8382253980682813059</id><published>2010-04-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:58:09.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TW8yRrXDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hxm2eGas-vk/s1600/hugh+laurie+drag+queen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TW8yRrXDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hxm2eGas-vk/s320/hugh+laurie+drag+queen.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464228587683666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Laurie, Drag Queen style! You like? I think it suits him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-8382253980682813059?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/8382253980682813059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8382253980682813059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8382253980682813059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah?'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TW8yRrXDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hxm2eGas-vk/s72-c/hugh+laurie+drag+queen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3945777113229643652</id><published>2010-04-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:50:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER EFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TVSlwDSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hC7fjDevyhQ/s1600/600full-hugh-laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TVSlwDSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hC7fjDevyhQ/s320/600full-hugh-laurie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464226763255270050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THAT BUT I WONT STOP FIGHTING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3945777113229643652?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3945777113229643652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/mother-eff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3945777113229643652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3945777113229643652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/mother-eff.html' title='MOTHER EFF'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TVSlwDSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hC7fjDevyhQ/s72-c/600full-hugh-laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4889606849397590117</id><published>2010-04-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:45:41.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're not willing to cheat, you're not willing to win"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TT_vXxG8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wnp3GiGiryw/s1600/hugh+laurie+malibu+barbie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TT_vXxG8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wnp3GiGiryw/s320/hugh+laurie+malibu+barbie.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464225339908627394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malibu Barbie, Hugh Laurie style!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-4889606849397590117?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4889606849397590117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-youre-not-willing-to-cheat-youre-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4889606849397590117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4889606849397590117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-youre-not-willing-to-cheat-youre-not.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;re not willing to cheat, you&apos;re not willing to win&quot;'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TT_vXxG8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wnp3GiGiryw/s72-c/hugh+laurie+malibu+barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-1051207039108052351</id><published>2010-04-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:37:03.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>No Cheating u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TSBkchcjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PzNJgVy3OGs/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TSBkchcjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PzNJgVy3OGs/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464223172312265266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not fair Sweet Tart. how do u do that anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-1051207039108052351?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/1051207039108052351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-cheating-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1051207039108052351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1051207039108052351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-cheating-u.html' title='No Cheating u'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TSBkchcjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PzNJgVy3OGs/s72-c/104831__laurie_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-2646067229898700697</id><published>2010-04-25T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:28:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TP1R63SGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T812_e9h88/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TP1R63SGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T812_e9h88/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464220762157566050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah. They've faded. So I guess it is over :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-2646067229898700697?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/2646067229898700697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2646067229898700697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2646067229898700697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TP1R63SGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T812_e9h88/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-1949967684218775408</id><published>2010-04-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:14:23.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its over when his glorious blue eyes fade and tell us when hes too old and its over Sweet Tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TMjqRTEzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8UD50daNXRo/s1600/Hugh_S6_Pill.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TMjqRTEzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8UD50daNXRo/s320/Hugh_S6_Pill.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464217160921584434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is A CURRENT PICTURE OF HIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-1949967684218775408?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/1949967684218775408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-over-when-his-glorious-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1949967684218775408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1949967684218775408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-over-when-his-glorious-blue-eyes.html' title='its over when his glorious blue eyes fade and tell us when hes too old and its over Sweet Tart'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TMjqRTEzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8UD50daNXRo/s72-c/Hugh_S6_Pill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4613197503712283669</id><published>2010-04-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:10:27.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tie-breaker</title><content type='html'>Okay, no more Hugh Laurie. HE IS BANNED. Sort of. THIS BATTLE IS OVER! FURTHER POSTS WILL BE DELETED&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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/1497785019362398750-4613197503712283669?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4613197503712283669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/tie-breaker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4613197503712283669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4613197503712283669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/tie-breaker.html' title='Tie-breaker'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-980691155560167321</id><published>2010-04-25T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:05:50.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>a BETTER reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TKDO2FUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ea4JXk0I85I/s1600/hugh-laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TKDO2FUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ea4JXk0I85I/s320/hugh-laurie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464214404780609890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ_cx9v-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EQSVqPNhHVM/s1600/hughlauriescruffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ_cx9v-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EQSVqPNhHVM/s320/hughlauriescruffy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464214339801956322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ7TykQiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Jf7k3HK0B1w/s1600/hugh_laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ7TykQiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Jf7k3HK0B1w/s320/hugh_laurie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464214268669084194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at this wonderfulness&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AT IS SWEET TART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ3Pb-6BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ehc7xkKoy2A/s1600/hist_laurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TJ3Pb-6BI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ehc7xkKoy2A/s320/hist_laurie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464214198781143058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-980691155560167321?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/980691155560167321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/980691155560167321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/980691155560167321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-reminder.html' title='a BETTER reminder'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TKDO2FUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ea4JXk0I85I/s72-c/hugh-laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-6995299933235995840</id><published>2010-04-25T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:56:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TIa2QG_kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/muoYoKZbtEM/s1600/mh-hugh-adder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TIa2QG_kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/muoYoKZbtEM/s320/mh-hugh-adder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464212611472490050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder, ladies and gents:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-6995299933235995840?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/6995299933235995840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6995299933235995840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6995299933235995840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/reminder.html' title='A reminder'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9TIa2QG_kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/muoYoKZbtEM/s72-c/mh-hugh-adder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4185799089917399156</id><published>2010-04-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:51:37.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>the better side of Hugh Laurie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9THUevyRhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/df5gBlA_Mtk/s1600/104831__laurie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9THUevyRhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/df5gBlA_Mtk/s320/104831__laurie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464211402572056082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And THIS ladies and gentlemen, is the hotness I know and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4185799089917399156?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4185799089917399156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-side-of-hugh-laurie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4185799089917399156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4185799089917399156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-side-of-hugh-laurie.html' title='the better side of Hugh Laurie'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9THUevyRhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/df5gBlA_Mtk/s72-c/104831__laurie_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-6866096281293952693</id><published>2010-04-25T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:21:04.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love the interwebz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9S_jzkVGHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9swNTHSQirM/s1600/mh-hugh-adder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9S_jzkVGHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9swNTHSQirM/s320/mh-hugh-adder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464202869766166642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bonbon is obsessed with the show House. Her favorite character is played by none other than Hugh Laurie. So, Bonbon, I would like to show you a picture of Hugh Laurie that I dug up on the interwebz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1497785019362398750-6866096281293952693?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/6866096281293952693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-how-i-love-interwebz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6866096281293952693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6866096281293952693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-how-i-love-interwebz.html' title='Oh how I love the interwebz'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9S_jzkVGHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9swNTHSQirM/s72-c/mh-hugh-adder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-9018603701358355341</id><published>2010-04-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:16:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw7OWn7yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x-URRdg_DEU/s1600/mila-hover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw7OWn7yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x-URRdg_DEU/s320/mila-hover.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464186779419012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw60M5c3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1eN6IbKdw9w/s1600/emilio-hover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw60M5c3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/1eN6IbKdw9w/s320/emilio-hover.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464186772398895986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw6gHAm6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3dhyBx_23kM/s1600/seth-hover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 49px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw6gHAm6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3dhyBx_23kM/s320/seth-hover.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464186767005490082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who should have won Project Runway? Take a look at the final collections from each designer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/shows/project-runway/rate-the-runway/season-7-episode-14"&gt;Project Runway Rate the Runway Photos | myLifetime.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/shows/project-runway/rate-the-runway/season-7-episode-14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-9018603701358355341?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/9018603701358355341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-runway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/9018603701358355341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/9018603701358355341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9Sw7OWn7yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/x-URRdg_DEU/s72-c/mila-hover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4929751434403545060</id><published>2010-04-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:59:53.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XOXOXO Bonbon'/><title type='text'>China tea sets with the Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SrrWFA3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/QwWDnuzmLGo/s1600/china+teas+sets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SrrWFA3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/QwWDnuzmLGo/s320/china+teas+sets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464181009056587330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging through old stuff I found my old China Tea set, given to me as a child by a beloved aunt.  its small, but very beautiful. i'm cleaning it while I watch the Simpsons, and it just so happens Homer is drinking tea, therefore I must be psychic. I love the taste of chai tea, its so flavorful and sweet. to all those out there, you must try chamomile mango herb tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4929751434403545060?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4929751434403545060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/china-tea-sets-with-simpsons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4929751434403545060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4929751434403545060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/china-tea-sets-with-simpsons.html' title='China tea sets with the Simpsons'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SrrWFA3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/QwWDnuzmLGo/s72-c/china+teas+sets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-6072454004619053151</id><published>2010-04-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:33:51.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Chyo Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SSvzDz2eI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZFuHtRSPqYs/s1600/mouth-breather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SSvzDz2eI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZFuHtRSPqYs/s320/mouth-breather.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464153597764950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth Breathers. Oh, how I can't standeth thee. Why can you not just breath through your nose? The rest of us do it. Okay, I understand if you're three years old and have a nasty head cold. But as an adult (or anyone over the age of five) people should be able to just take some cold medicine and get over it. And if you breath with your mouth regularly and you don't have a cold, my words are lost on you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-6072454004619053151?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/6072454004619053151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-chyo-mouth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6072454004619053151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6072454004619053151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-chyo-mouth.html' title='Shut Chyo Mouth'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S9SSvzDz2eI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZFuHtRSPqYs/s72-c/mouth-breather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4295419189182530493</id><published>2010-04-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:12:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry, everyone. My fourth freaking post of the day. But I was just trolling blogger.com and came across this description for one of the many blogs on here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Random thoughts on subjects such as youth work, worship, God, the Church of England, films, paintings and occasional peeks at Latin, Medieval history, Merovingians and bishops along with a healthy smattering of children's television, books, cooking and other oddities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it too much to be able to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4295419189182530493?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4295419189182530493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4295419189182530493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4295419189182530493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorry.html' title='SORRY'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-9134101562038494749</id><published>2010-04-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:02:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll suck</title><content type='html'>This is my third blog post of the day. Yes, I do realize this makes me a loser. But alas, what else am I expected to fill my time with? Eating Special K with red berries and watching a House marathon? My friends, I have already done this. Multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;          I really want to read some Jane Austen right now. I have a craving for Pride and Prejudice ever since yesterday when Bonbon and I were texting about it. Oh, how I love me some Mr. Darcy. That man is delicioso. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;          You know why I'm so bored? (Besides the fact that my friends have ditched me) It's because I need more hobbies. Does that make me sound even more loser-ish? Probably. Do I care? Not anymore. So ya'll  better comment on this entry (I'm looking at you, Bonbon and Kit Kat) and tell me what hobby I should pick up. Get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-9134101562038494749?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/9134101562038494749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/yall-suck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/9134101562038494749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/9134101562038494749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/yall-suck.html' title='Ya&apos;ll suck'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-2028133654345756743</id><published>2010-04-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:52:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just found a new favorite site. It shows a bunch of "What If...?" style questions. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why doesn't McDonald's sell hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;At a movie theater which arm rest is yours?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;How does a Real Estate company sell its office without causing confusion?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people think that swaying their arm back and forth would change the direction of a bowling ball?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;If girls with large breasts work at Hooters, then do girls with one leg work at IHOP?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does grape flavor smell the way it is when actual grapes don't taste or smell anything like it?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the difference between normal ketchup and fancy ketchup?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;If a transvestite goes missing, would you put their face on a carton of Half and Half?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there a time limit on fortune cookie predictions?&lt;br /&gt;                          ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are eyebrows considered facial hair?&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-2028133654345756743?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/2028133654345756743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2028133654345756743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2028133654345756743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-thoughts.html' title='Crazy Thoughts'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-2825329534582648555</id><published>2010-04-24T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:55:57.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Boredom</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very alone. Bonbon is in New York (totes jealous on that one) and Kit Kat is in Atlanta, as ya'll may know. So I decided to try some of things to do when you're bored. I threw marshmallows at the wall (# 54) before eating all three left in my hand. And I held an icecube as long as possible (#55). Ladies and gentlemen, I held onto that icecube like a dog on a chew toy. One minute and 56 seconds! And then it melted completely. And my fingers were numb. So I decided to take a break. Til next time--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-2825329534582648555?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/2825329534582648555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-by-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2825329534582648555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/2825329534582648555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/death-by-boredom.html' title='Death by Boredom'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5341248093876063062</id><published>2010-04-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:52:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Different...</title><content type='html'>This weekend, my cousin is getting married in Atlanta. So, I'm here (in Atlanta) in the most beautiful hotel ever. My Mom and my brother drove down for a college road trip on Wednesday and my dad and I flew down today. As soon as we land, my dad gets a call saying that my grandmother is in the hospital because she broke her. I swear, that woman is so strong. She wasn't hurt at all. No she was (excuse my french) pissed. Just pissed. All she wanted was to enjoy her granddaughters wedding, but she cant because she's going into surgery tomorrow morning. She feels perfectly fine. She's just tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I am writing this. I am writing this because I realized something awhile ago that I would like to share. My cousin (not the one who's getting married. A different one) and I totally different. In looks and in personality. She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;, extremely short, blue eyed, and very, very, pale. I'm a brunette, medium height, hazel eyed and not pale, but not tan. She LOVES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;, Japanese anything and everything, and is a complete geek. And she knows it and loves that about herself. That's something I admire I guess. I'm not into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anime&lt;/span&gt;. I love shopping, being with my friends, I take Spanish but am fascinated with the french language and culture, I love writing and I'm not a geek, but not popular either. I have quarks like everyone does and I embrace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and my brother are the same in every way except in looks. they should be brother and sister. Really, they should be. I also realized that I'm nothing like my mom's side of the family. They are the math and science smarties, while I am the English, writing, and reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smartie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just amazes me how different relatives can be. I am nothing like my bother or anyone on my moms side for that matter. They are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;extrememly&lt;/span&gt; close minded while I am pretty much excepting to anything (Note the pretty much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving home from a party with the family, my brother and cousin were singing to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;japaniese&lt;/span&gt; song loudly and talking about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; and all of this other stuff I have never heard of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point is, you can't pick your family, so thank God for your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-5341248093876063062?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5341248093876063062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-different.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5341248093876063062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5341248093876063062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-different.html' title='So Different...'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-4246700113845217508</id><published>2010-04-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:33:05.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no sleep</title><content type='html'>why cant I sleep? Ive been watching the same American Dad for like 2 hours. just lying in bed I feel so tired but so awake. my brother bruised me when he punched my arm. we got into a fight because he said I didn't love Louise. I hit him hard, and he hit me back. we fight like little kids so much. I even chased him! ugg now im lying in bed and my arm hurts. I still enjoy my cold dish of revenge I got him with that he wont even know about until tomorrow morning. I enjoy revenge. more than I should (mwahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa) &lt;div&gt;XOXO Bonbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-4246700113845217508?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/4246700113845217508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4246700113845217508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/4246700113845217508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-sleep.html' title='no sleep'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3582582136642560643</id><published>2010-04-21T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:54:47.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89o11-FwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B-i8zOekB6s/s1600/violinist.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89o11-FwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B-i8zOekB6s/s320/violinist.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462700147253560066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever seen an orchestra perform? Has there ever been a soloist?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Last night, I attended a school concert with Kit Kat. Normally, I don't enjoy the orchestral part of these concerts. But one part of the performance really caught my eye: the soloist. She stood by herself in front of the others who sat. She played by herself about four times, and at one part played a solo that lasted about two whole minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;But what really stood out to me is the way she moved. With each pluck of a string, and each slide of the bow, she swayed and moved in a steady flow. Her body movements perfectly matched the music that sang out from the violin at her neck, they seemed as if they were one. Her movements seemed comical in a sense. Not in that they were humorous, but that they occurred in such grace and even flow that they seemed as if they couldn't exist in real life, that the only way for a body to move like that was in a cartoon movie. I don't think anyone but myself noticed; her moves were not exaggerated or overdone. They were just so smooth and inexplicable, it was bizarrely beautiful. Just some food for thought :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3582582136642560643?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3582582136642560643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3582582136642560643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3582582136642560643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert-reflection.html' title='Concert Reflection'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89o11-FwwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/B-i8zOekB6s/s72-c/violinist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-6010581845129932878</id><published>2010-04-21T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:49:54.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gk7sDRkI/AAAAAAAAACw/d9Fb04cAYjI/s1600/4042589879_beb14e2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gk7sDRkI/AAAAAAAAACw/d9Fb04cAYjI/s200/4042589879_beb14e2149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462691060637713986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gg607FTI/AAAAAAAAACo/vbIotFUYbhU/s1600/earthships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gg607FTI/AAAAAAAAACo/vbIotFUYbhU/s200/earthships.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462690991687013682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gb9LP3mI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tvx6CRCxy9Y/s1600/reynolds-earthship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gb9LP3mI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tvx6CRCxy9Y/s200/reynolds-earthship.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462690906418175586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an Earth Ship. It is a house that you make out of 100% recycled materials. the second picture here shows the walls you make, which are made out of tires filled with mud and layered on top with recycled cans filled with cement. then you grow your own bamboo and make the roof. the first picture shows how you cover the tires with dirt and mud and it actually creates a smooth, strong, wonderful surface. these beautiful glass designs in the wall are made out of "brick bottles" where you take any two same sized bottles, cut the top off, and connect them together and putt them in the wall with the tires. I know someone who is going to Texas to build one of these with her husband, growing a farm and raising animals and basically "living off the land" in peace with herself. it will be her, the love of her life, and hard work for six years, but she will be doing what she loves, she will be only an hour away from Mexican beaches, and she will raise a life in happiness. sometimes, i just wish i had the bravery she has. the power to remove herself from society. this woman will be making her own food, making her own clothes, making her own plates and forks, harvesting water from a well she made, everything. its just amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXOXOXO ~ Bonbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-6010581845129932878?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/6010581845129932878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-ships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6010581845129932878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/6010581845129932878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-ships.html' title='Earth Ships'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S89gk7sDRkI/AAAAAAAAACw/d9Fb04cAYjI/s72-c/4042589879_beb14e2149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-5413229972486151120</id><published>2010-04-20T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:58:24.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Arry Po'er</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84jJo6i7NI/AAAAAAAAACY/OpIz8QdEllw/s1600/harrypotter8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84jJo6i7NI/AAAAAAAAACY/OpIz8QdEllw/s200/harrypotter8.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462342046555761874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape, Snape, Severus Snape. Oh how I love thee. *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-5413229972486151120?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/5413229972486151120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/arry-poer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5413229972486151120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/5413229972486151120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/arry-poer.html' title='&apos;Arry Po&apos;er'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84jJo6i7NI/AAAAAAAAACY/OpIz8QdEllw/s72-c/harrypotter8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-69626352843738877</id><published>2010-04-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:04:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Before Parties Meets Tards</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At my school friends, the sophomores have a dance where they get their class rings and it's all fun because it's just for them. Well this dance happens to fall during a time when before parties are becoming extremely popular. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of the sophomores decided to have one of these before parties and had a lot of alcohol (as I call it- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ickohol&lt;/span&gt; because it smells really icky). They were drinking straight vodka and had many beers and what not. Honestly! How stupid can you be to drink before a dance and think that you won't get caught? Most of the girls apparently couldn't even walk straight. How can some one not notice that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not even 10 minutes into the dance, some one threw up on the dance floor. In the next 20 minutes, some one fainted and another person had to go to the hospital and get their stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me when I say this, but, those girls are retarded! They must have some type of problem or are extreme attention whores (&lt;--Please excuse me again for that one). All of these girls were on their school's JV lacrosse team so they had to have at least a B- average. Now those girls are&lt;br /&gt;a) kicked off the team&lt;br /&gt;b) are suspended until the end of the week&lt;br /&gt;and some girls could possibly be&lt;br /&gt;c) expelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give these girls around of applause for giving me my entertainment for the week.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Kitty-Kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-69626352843738877?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/69626352843738877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-before-parties-meets-tards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/69626352843738877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/69626352843738877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-before-parties-meets-tards.html' title='When Before Parties Meets Tards'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-262696426479903473</id><published>2010-04-20T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:04:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Sitting in front of a computer with nothing to do, listening to the Wicked soundtrack. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Popping in a fresh piece of fruit gum, letting the sweet flavor explode in your mouth for those first few moments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Wearing denim shorts, sitting in the back of a pickup truck, rolling through the fields of Virginia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Devouring a giant sticky lollipop, strolling the splintered Ocean City boardwalk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Coming home after a long vacation and laying back onto the bed you haven’t touched in a week or so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Painting your toes bright pink the day you can see spring just over the peak of seasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Sitting on a heated tennis court in the middle of summer, right after jumping out of a pool, your hair leaking chlorine all over the hot green asphalt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what’s nice? Jotting down the things you love for others to read and relate to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3 and other good things,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sweet Tart&lt;br /&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/1497785019362398750-262696426479903473?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/262696426479903473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/262696426479903473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/262696426479903473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice.html' title='Nice.'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-132175704436118544</id><published>2010-04-20T14:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:04:22.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>474 Things to Do When You're Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;April 19th 2010 5:30 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So sweet tart and I found this list one day of 474 things to do when you're bored. The same day we watched the show about those friends who go around the country completing tasks they want to do before they die. What's that show again?? OH! The Buried Life. Right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, that got me thinking. &lt;i&gt;What If we did the same kind of thing, except with things to do when you're bored??&lt;/i&gt; So now my friends, I'm trying to finish this list. Of course I'll be needing help. It's a very long list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck on this crazy journey I'll be taking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your's truely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kitty-Kat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 19th 2010 6:33 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silly me. I should've looked at the 474 things to do before I told you guys I was going to do it. It will no longer be 474 things but a much shorter list of things that are actually possible! There is no way I can give my dog braces or name my child Estel because&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) Giving a dog braces isnt possible and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) I am not old enough to have chlidren and I'm not going to have children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO! This will be a list of things that are possible in some way shape or form...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far we have completed one thing on the list. Sweet Tart and I have in fact, washed my tree. Each time one of us has completed something, we will put it up here and cross it out (and if possible add a picture). Good idea right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well lets hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your's truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kitty-Kat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-132175704436118544?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/132175704436118544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/474-things-to-do-when-youre-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/132175704436118544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/132175704436118544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/474-things-to-do-when-youre-bored.html' title='474 Things to Do When You&apos;re Bored'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-8728182133288135109</id><published>2010-04-20T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:03:17.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         you ever get the Idea that all the stuff you read as kid and thought was the most amazing stuff ever turned out to be pretty bad and you never realized it until a certain moment? yeah I call that my realization of crap moment. just a few weeks ago I was talking to Kit-Kat and Sweet Tart and we moved into the discussion of Twilight and I still remember when I first read it I loved it so much. I became obsessed and totally crazed about it. I read all four books in maybe a week and then a while later when all of us were talking about it I got my realization of crap moment and just sort of blanked. of course when Kit-Kat and Sweet Tart said "It could be a really good book if an actual good writer wrote the story line" I agreed like I always would but inside I was like "HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP" because let me tell you, the feeling was exactly like this quote from 27 dresses "its like I just found out my favorite book was written by a cheeseburger" because what Twilight ended up being for me in the end was, in fact, a cheeseburger. and I don't like to eat cow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXOXOXO ~ Bonbon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1497785019362398750-8728182133288135109?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/8728182133288135109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-plain-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8728182133288135109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/8728182133288135109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-plain-crap.html' title='Just Plain Crap'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-1513917814273714795</id><published>2010-04-20T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:02:43.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chinchilla Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S8zrbEhXZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y95ykUTsR0A/s1600/chin.jpg" style="color: rgb(157, 25, 97); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999298396251538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S8zrbEhXZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y95ykUTsR0A/s320/chin.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 305px; width: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is not my chinchilla Louise but it's funny this one looks just like her except for her little white spot. Louise is the best Chinchilla in the universe to me and she is sooooooo soft I love her! I hope she lives with me forever becasue they live to be very old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO Bonbon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/1497785019362398750-1513917814273714795?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/1513917814273714795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/chinchilla-louise_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1513917814273714795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/1513917814273714795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/chinchilla-louise_20.html' title='The Chinchilla Louise'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S8zrbEhXZZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y95ykUTsR0A/s72-c/chin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-3815112849610817034</id><published>2010-04-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:45:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUZE</title><content type='html'>FUZE is a good drink. I only realize this now. after Kit-Kat, Sweet Tart, and I finished out tennis match we stopped by a certain store and Sweet Tart got a FUZE. It was the kind with watermelon and strawberry and it was super good. I haven't tried one since that sip but now I just cant stop drinking it. I tried one maybe two minutes ago called pomegranate accai berry and its great. AND IT SUPPORTS BREAST CANCER RESEARCH so who am I to stop that considering I am a female. anyway, people should drink FUZE because its good for you and tastes yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXO and some &lt;3, Bonbon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-3815112849610817034?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/3815112849610817034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3815112849610817034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/3815112849610817034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuze.html' title='FUZE'/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497785019362398750.post-511436190739143517</id><published>2010-04-19T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:51:54.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today marks the first day of this b-e-a-utiful blog. Ain't it pretty? We sure like to think so. So while we may not have that much on here at this point, we hope to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and other good things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sweet Tart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497785019362398750-511436190739143517?l=un-co-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/feeds/511436190739143517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/howdy-today-marks-first-day-of-this-b-e.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/511436190739143517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497785019362398750/posts/default/511436190739143517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-co-inc.blogspot.com/2010/04/howdy-today-marks-first-day-of-this-b-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Un-Co.Inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11675749951564343450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gI6BEIJMuiQ/S84NsKn2_DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/10uGvy7tuzY/S220/fall-hurting-yourself-800X800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
