<?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-2776122030831105578</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:50:35.630-05:00</updated><category term='Closets Part  1'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='Daydreaming'/><title type='text'>FLASHING LIGHTS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>490</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7612718428100024490</id><published>2011-12-06T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:03:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>Uh oh. I've been a really bad blogger haven't I?  My only excuse is that I've been operating only using an ipad at home and I haven't the slightest clue how to save/upload pictures using it.  Not a really good excuse as I'm sure theres a quick and easy solution for that.  I just havent had the desire to find it.  So I'll start off by asking you for any suggestions there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good here.  I've crossed off everything from my list of goals for 2011 with the exception of completing a triathlon.  Not because I was lazy and didn't prepare for it, but moreso because I havent made the $1100 investment for a new bike. And also that life got in the way every time I tried to sign up for a race.  HOWEVER, there is always 2012.  At this point, I'm more interested in doing solely the bike races.  I've found that there is something quite magical about sitting on that seat, clipping in my shoes and just pedal to the medal.  Immediately all the things I've been worrying about, they all just disappear.  After an hour, I've gone through 2 insulated bottles of water and find myself drenched in sweat. But I don't care.  Its an amazing feeling to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must run to work soon, but to wrap up a few of the goals I've crossed off the list:&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing the corporate ladder-got a promotion to join the big boys now!! And quite excited to say the least!!&lt;br /&gt;-made major progress with my finances... always a work in progress though.&lt;br /&gt;-took one heck of a vacation- just got home from vegas 2 days ago and still trying to adjust to Eastern Time Zone and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;-invested quite a bit more of myself in my frienships and have developed some pretty amazing relationships in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7612718428100024490?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7612718428100024490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7612718428100024490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7612718428100024490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7612718428100024490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3790230182408790578</id><published>2011-07-19T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:04:57.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE's BACK.....</title><content type='html'>Raise your little paws if you missed me!  Oh I won't flatter myself {too much}, I think I might see a hand or two, maybe. I'm currently chowing down on a nice snack of Terra Chips because I have forgotten how to live like a normal person and eat normal food.  I found myself on a nutrient supplement website yesterday researching which Whey Protein Powder to buy. Go on...I laughed too!   I also found myself updating this week's meal and workout plan which included things like 3 workouts in one day {WHAT!?!?!...ahmmmm may have only gotten 2 of those:) and 2 protein bars a day {don't even think about bringing me anything with less than 14 g protein, I'm big ballin now!  There is no sweet tea in this regimen nor is there any processed food.  And the worst part is: I LIKE it! Like A LOT! Never did I think I would spend $15/week on Protein bars alone. NEVER. And I obviously never thought I would get excited to leave work only to go get on a bike and sweat out every drop of water in my body.  But life suprises you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch everyone up from my twelve year hiatus, I finally have a life. It may not be one that many would choose, but I quite enjoy it. A basic rundown: work, spin and workout, cooking healthy meals with my roomate {I said it and I love it...more on that soon}, networking, and just soaking up all Atlanta has to offer. Why it took me so long to get here, I have NO idea!  So yes, I moved into my good friend's townhome with her. Guys, living alone in Atlanta will break the bank.  I made it work, but was aching to be more financially responsible and have a bit more to spend on the fun things like multiple visits to Whole Foods in one week {their pizza is to die for and dont even start me on the banana pudding gelato} and quarterly girls trips to the place of our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really really good. Definitely not as I had planned, but I'm soaking up all the blessings along the way.  In case you were wondering, I'm back out on the market {not that anyone cares, but who am I kidding, my hometown could probably use a conversation starter and heres the perfect way: "that alien Rachel is single AGAIN, is she ever going to settle down!??!?"}.  I'm doing just fine and using this time to really spend time with the man upstairs!  He continues to bless me for whatever reason and even though there are times that its really hard, I really enjoy the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are doing well. Visitors are always welcome...you just need to appreciate really good food and like to stay busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-3790230182408790578?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3790230182408790578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3790230182408790578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3790230182408790578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3790230182408790578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/07/shes-back.html' title='SHE&apos;s BACK.....'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-9180098839745941035</id><published>2011-04-24T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:56:51.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a shadow of a doubt...</title><content type='html'>So its been over two months since I have even signed into blogger. I know, I'm a bad blogger.  I could list LOTS of reasons why I haven't been diligent about keeping up with this thing {i.e. lack of computer, lack of desire due to being on the computer all day every day for work, lack of time, blah blah blah}, but it doesn't excuse me. So I do apologize as much as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I have been preoccupied with this little thing called everyday life.  Funny how that can get in the way sometimes.  Amongst an odd work schedule and a daily workout routine on top of trying to maintain a semi-decent social life, there haven't been enough minutes in the day to squeeze in some blogging time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to do a very brief montage of the past few months, here we go.  Lots of work {but who doesn't these days?}, every night at the gym and pretending like I'm back in college again with some really awesome new girlfriends.  A few visits with my Mr. Handsome and my family. A new doggie nephew, Colby, who is hands down THE CUTEST cocker spaniel/lab mix you will EVER see. A new found love for this thing called Spin and a new obsession with any type of anti-aging product as well as Axiom Gel Nail polish that give THE most gorgeous manicure you could ever hope for.  And there you have it folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that isn't all I've been up to but I feel rather confident in that those are somewhat the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was reminded that life is short and to be lived to the fullest.  I stood by my mother's side as she kissed her mother goodbye for the very last time. And while I wasn't as close to this grandmother as one should be, I had one of those moments where I realized that there isn't room for silly things that bog us down and hinder relationships.  As we looked at Grandmother for the last time, I saw the wooden cross Mom had put between her hands and I just couldn't stop the tears.  They came completely unexpected but not for obvious reasons.   They weren't tears of sadness because we lost Grandmother years ago to dementia, but they were more of tears that I knew that one day I would be doing the same thing except it would be my mom lying peacefully that I would say goodbye to. I will never forget that moment. It was just the three of us in there.  Three generations of strong women who refuse to settle for anything less than everything they've wanted. Three women who love people and live life to the fullest.  And it really wasn't until that moment when the room was silent and everyone else had left that I have such an important legacy to fulfill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears started rolling and I pulled my mom close for a hug because I know it has to be hard to say her final goodbyes. And because I know that regardless of all the petty mother/daughter silliness that occurred throughout the years as all mothers and daughters have, it was all null and void in that moment.  That moment where I wondered what she was thinking about. That moment where I knew she had to have happy memories flooding through her mind.  And that moment where I knew without a shadow of a doubt she was at peace because she knew without a shadow of doubt that her mother was vibrant again and in the presence of our most Holy Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Goodbye mother, I'll see you soon." I fixed Grandmother's dress one last time and admired her big flashy jewelry and pink lipstick that she was so famous for wearing. I hugged my mom tight and said "Im so sorry mom." And then we walked out and closed the door.  I wouldn't trade anything for that moment.  It was undescribeably beautiful.  We walked as a family and sat on the front row listening to the eulogy and then my mom stood up with notecards in her hands and with the most calm composure spoke the sweetest words of her mother.  Words that aren't normally shared. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that my fiesty little grandmother had to be watching {with a glass of ice water in one hand and 500 dogs at her feet} and smiling at  how proud she was of my mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter wasn't easy this year.  But I just can't help but think that this was God's little nudge to remind me how blessed I am.  Blessed to know that one day when I have to repeat history and fluff my mom's dress and kiss her goodbye one last time, I will have that same exact peace. I'll know without a shadow of a doubt that she'll be the ring leader of my welcoming committee when my time comes. She'll watch me {with a coke in one hand and 500 dogs at her feet and 2 in her lap} speak kind words about her. And she'll be proud of me. Isn't that what matters the most? To know that one day all the pain and sorrow you've endured will all be null and void when you walk upon the streets of gold? One day all the "why me"s and "I don't understand"s will disappear.  They won't matter. Because you'll have left a legacy for others to fulfill.  And all because of Christ's selfless love.  His agony he endured so that ours will only be temporary and will disappear for eternity one happy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-9180098839745941035?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/9180098839745941035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=9180098839745941035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/9180098839745941035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/9180098839745941035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/04/without-shadow-of-doubt.html' title='Without a shadow of a doubt...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-2965582927898769025</id><published>2011-02-11T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:06:00.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity...</title><content type='html'>Hey sweet blogger friends. Miss me yet?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between working 8:30 am to 7:30 pm (no lunch break) and a daily hour swim, I've had just enough energy to shower, brush my teeth and put on pjs to literally pass out 2 seconds later.  I only wish that was an exageration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've definately received some interesting feedback about my conquest I've made for myself. Several, "you are crazy"s, several "I wish I had the disciple to do that" and a few "that is awesome, keep me posted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'm not trying to pat myself on the back {not that I could because I live in a constant state of muscle soreness and movement out of the ordinary is simply not an option}, but it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome because I am THE least athletic person you'll ever meet and that is the honest truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to set out to complete a triathlon in October is more than just a stretch for me. Its a lifestyle change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enlisted help.  I have a trainer I work out with twice a week who is probably 90 pounds wet and my co-worker who is my swim coach who works out with me twice a week in the pool.  The other three days, I'm on my own as far as pushing myself.  Surprisingly, the pushing is extremely addictive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm operating on the law of contrary behavior. When I feel like skipping the gym for the night, I leave work sitting on my desk and bolt to the car.  When I feel like cutting the laps short because my legs are burning so hard I feel like they're about to fall off, I kick harder.  When I want to just leisurely swim because its almost impossible to pull myself up for air every three strokes, I make myself sprint to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its pure insanity.  But tell me if you've ever accomplished any goal by sheer mediocrity.  I would bet all $20 I have in my spending budget for the weekend that the answer to that is no. Friends, the insanity is my trainer. At one point, it was the satisfaction of conquering my fear. Then it was the anticipation of the feeling I would have when I surprised the whole FL tri group {aka ALL of Ryan's family} that not only did his anti-exercise girlfriend complete a triathlon, but she also did it in good time somewhat with ease. And trust me, I STILL look forward to those reactions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, the motivator is insanity. Its the feeling I get when I pop out of the pool and can barely walk because I have literally exhausted my muscles. Its the feeling I get when I discover that 6 laps of swimming with legs only {feeling like a complete moron because I'm using a kickboard and we all remember those to be saved for the losers who couldn't swim back in swimming lessons '89}, those 6 laps are actually doable now when two weeks ago I literally was choking halfway down the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That insanity has pushed me to race with the veterans swimming in the lane next to me {not to their knowledge of course}. It has literally poured through my veins to the point of making me literally crave the water. If I take a day off to recover {because once or twice a week is needed believe it or not}, I actually miss that initial cold water shock. I miss that feeling of pushing through the pain. I miss that feeling of being completely aware of my limits. Knowing that my legs are getting stronger and stronger by the day. Knowing that with each lap, I'm getting that much closer to my goal. I live for that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perks, you ask? Sleep...like a baby. Also,two weeks in, I'm down 6 pounds {not sure how much muscle weight I've gained, I'll find out in a few weeks for my monthly BMI check in...always depressing to see what your %body fat is}.  Also, I have literally started to catch glimpses of some muscles forming in my arms.  The gun show is in training.  My jeans are fitting looser and I know for a fact that I've lost a size in my hips already. BINGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downfalls? {I'm going to try to keep this short}  Chlorine is HORRIBLE for your skin. If you thought I was obsessed with Vaseline before, you have NO idea how neurotic I am now.  I bathe in it.  As soon as I get rinsed off, I lather up with lotion, put on some fat pants, tshirt, uggs and a fleece and I'm out the door. The SECOND I get in the car, my face is immediately drenched in vaseline. We're talking SHINY greasy kid drenched.  In fact I went somewhere after the pool the other day and forgot I was glistening from the 'line and you can't even imagine the looks I got. Another knock: laundry...I do about 4 times as much now. Soggy damp towels must be washed that night before mildew sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bored yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll find something else a bit more interesting for you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-2965582927898769025?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/2965582927898769025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=2965582927898769025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2965582927898769025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2965582927898769025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/02/insanity.html' title='Insanity...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6769529595018098701</id><published>2011-01-30T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:49:27.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it fits perfectly...</title><content type='html'>Not sure if you remember what I listed as one of my goals for 2011, but I've officially gone nutso and have committed myself to completing a triathlon THIS YEAR. After 2.5 years of listening to Ryan's friends and family go on and on and on about their hobby/obsession, I've decided to see what the hype is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've NEVER had an athletic bone in my body. In fact, I signed up for softball only because I wanted to practice throwing/catching the ball with my dad in the backyard like he did with my brother over and over again.  Turned out I was not cut out for a future in sliding shorts. I much preferred making flower necklaces in the outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've just never though I would be the racing type. Until the Nelson clan came into my life. I bucked it for quite some time, but secretly wished I had the stamina to at least complete a race.  And after a lot of doubting myself, I decided to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries though, my first race isn't until October. So you are probably thinking, then why are you preparing so early?? Ummm to answer your question quickly: because I have ZERO skills at any of the three sports involved. NONE. And I really hope to not embarrass myself with my finishing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to jumpstart the training, Ryan enlisted one of my co-workers who used to be a swim coach.  She so graciously agreed to coach me in at least the swim portion. Some of you may be thinking, how hard can it be to swim? And that is exactly what I thought.  Well, my friends, its not easy.  In fact, yesterday after my first session, I called Ryan very angrily and said "I hate you and I want to die." Of course, he laughed because he knew exactly the way I felt. I felt like my legs were jello and like I was going to blow chunks at any moment. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what is even cooler? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hot swimsuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRMwMsENI/AAAAAAAADsU/kwmU8QF52ig/s1600/31zOmI1K51L._SX342_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRMwMsENI/AAAAAAAADsU/kwmU8QF52ig/s400/31zOmI1K51L._SX342_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016162596065490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never did I think I would drop $60 on a ONE PIECE. Not to mention how DISGUSTING it looks on.  Mauri (my coach) helped me pick it out because I clearly had NO CLUE what to get.  She warned me that it would be close to impossible to get on because they are meant to fit VERY tightly. When I asked her if it was normal to feel like my circulation was being cut off, she said, "it fits perfectly!" Neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top of this insanely attractive get up, these guys made an appearance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRM3EAIQI/AAAAAAAADsM/swv1-BJ88T8/s1600/41OL4SdcGKL._AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRM3EAIQI/AAAAAAAADsM/swv1-BJ88T8/s400/41OL4SdcGKL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016164438679810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRMkklXiI/AAAAAAAADsE/CALuP_4jzJY/s1600/512WMATRMYL._AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRMkklXiI/AAAAAAAADsE/CALuP_4jzJY/s400/512WMATRMYL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016159475064354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I completely lost all respect for myself when I saw my reflection in the mirror.  Enter the second guessing.  But I wasn't going to give up without at least giving it a try.  So after about 3 laps, I wanted to literally DIE.  Gasping for air doesn't even begin to describe the flopping whale scene I made in the pool.  Here I am beyond humiliated that my co-worker had to see me looking like the biggest tool alive, now she sees that she will need to actually charge Ryan for her services. I may be over exaggerating a tad. 2 hours later, I actually felt like I wasn't about to drown.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So clearly, I have TONS of work to do. And what scares me even more is that this is only 1/3 of the training I have to do.   I'm not worried. I have months to get there.  And I will tell you this, I am actually able to move today.  That will probably change, however, once I finish my training session with my trainer Therman aka Thermometer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes. I've officially lost my mind. Any laughs, encouragement, "you're crazy," etc. is greatly appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-6769529595018098701?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6769529595018098701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6769529595018098701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6769529595018098701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6769529595018098701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-fits-perfectly.html' title='it fits perfectly...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUWRMwMsENI/AAAAAAAADsU/kwmU8QF52ig/s72-c/31zOmI1K51L._SX342_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7637670731298928712</id><published>2011-01-27T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:51:32.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One glance...</title><content type='html'>For about 3 years now, I've been painfully growing out my hair. I've had to exercise EVERY SINGLE ounce of self control all this time to not allow more than a trim to hit the ends of these locks. I've been tempted numerous times when I see a precious haircut that would cut my drying/styling time in half. And as time drags on, I get more and more disgusted at how QUICKLY I go through conditioner {and considering the fact that I only use it 2 or 3 times a week, its even scarier}. And I have exhausted all the styling tricks that cut down on my time spent in the bathroom in the morning. And if that wasn't enough temptation to chop, my stylist now charges me an extra fee for the length. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all it takes is one glance at a do like Emily's from Cupcakes and Cashmere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUIPt9y_A5I/AAAAAAAADr0/OailSLoQ8kE/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUIPt9y_A5I/AAAAAAAADr0/OailSLoQ8kE/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567029371740291986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all my whining and temptations hit the road.  Hi my name is Rachel and I'm a long flowing hair -aholic.  I can't say no to it.  So no new "it 'do" will change my mind. I've got probably an inch to go until my hair reaches my ultimate goal and will stay at that length. And no, I will not be cutting it to donate {sorry I'm philanthropic, but not with my hair}. And no, I'm not doing this because I may get married sometime in the somewhat near future {I hear/see that WAY too much and too many times these girls look so ridiculous they should sue}. I'm doing it because I can and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7637670731298928712?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7637670731298928712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7637670731298928712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7637670731298928712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7637670731298928712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-glance.html' title='One glance...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TUIPt9y_A5I/AAAAAAAADr0/OailSLoQ8kE/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1763553033030971362</id><published>2011-01-24T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:58:42.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Navi Cure...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my company had its 10th Anniversary Celebration party. It was no expense spared and a FABULOUS night out. Not going to lie, this one ranks up in my list of top 10 fun nights. I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4seB4bLkI/AAAAAAAADrs/R6suRKX27EQ/s1600/Picture%2B167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4seB4bLkI/AAAAAAAADrs/R6suRKX27EQ/s400/Picture%2B167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935083889307202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It comes as no surprise that all my co-workers adored Ryan. I am still hearing stories about how fun he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdw8yPKI/AAAAAAAADrk/5poW6TRBFp0/s1600/Picture%2B157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdw8yPKI/AAAAAAAADrk/5poW6TRBFp0/s400/Picture%2B157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935079344192674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Band {Yacht Rock} was incredible! And their costumes were even better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdhvIU9I/AAAAAAAADrc/wVmdHyJ9pfs/s1600/Picture%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdhvIU9I/AAAAAAAADrc/wVmdHyJ9pfs/s400/Picture%2B145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935075260388306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had too much fun hanging out with my partners in crime from the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdSVUTYI/AAAAAAAADrU/eFuGmxGhuv0/s1600/Picture%2B144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdSVUTYI/AAAAAAAADrU/eFuGmxGhuv0/s400/Picture%2B144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935071125589378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND I won a chance in the Money Chamber. Looks a lot easier than it is. Imagine the most horrible seizure inducing conditions {wind blowing everywhere, strobe light, glasses that might as well be drunk goggles and the loudest noise you've ever heard} and you will see how I only won $35.  And I have reports that Ryan was cheering for me a little too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdNJfAYI/AAAAAAAADrM/TV_yhzORjPY/s1600/Picture%2B139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4sdNJfAYI/AAAAAAAADrM/TV_yhzORjPY/s400/Picture%2B139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935069733781890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was soo much fun to get all dressed up with coworkers and stay up til 4am laughing. I say we make it an annual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-1763553033030971362?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1763553033030971362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1763553033030971362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1763553033030971362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1763553033030971362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/navi-cure.html' title='The Navi Cure...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4seB4bLkI/AAAAAAAADrs/R6suRKX27EQ/s72-c/Picture%2B167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4946627698957711980</id><published>2011-01-24T19:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:27:58.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 500th...</title><content type='html'>I've never really felt pressure to really THINK through a blog post before posting it. But this one is different. I mean, its the 500th post, which I think says a lot. So I decided to really do this right and start from the beginning to do a fun recap of all the silly things I've shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog, I had NO idea what I was doing nor the direction I wanted this blog to take {"WELL...sorry to disappoint, but I have no precious children to post pictures and stories about. I do, however have an extremely random life and 2 adorable dogs to show off...hmmm....this is guaranteed to be interesting!" AND "This is a learning experience for me. You know when God is trying to tell you something, almost to the point of putting a big flashing light in front of you? I see flashing lights everywhere!! I am so bad about trying to do things on my own and this is a hard time for me. I can't control or predict my future and its really getting to me. OK GOD....you have my attention!"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jlS28dHI/AAAAAAAADrE/TSaluOz75uk/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jlS28dHI/AAAAAAAADrE/TSaluOz75uk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925313100936306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I started off in the heat of my job search for my first job out of college. I mean WHOA how things have changed since then! I went through the ringer looking for a good job as much soon to be graduates do. I went on interview after interview and even flew for one. But it wasn't meant to be {thank goodness}. I was disappointed, but oh how I'm glad that didn't pan out:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to figure out how to post pictures {thinking I had an audience, which I did NOT} and posted my votes for a graduation gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jlebm1kI/AAAAAAAADq8/yox0ADqObyo/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jlebm1kI/AAAAAAAADq8/yox0ADqObyo/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925316207498818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jgFMUlvI/AAAAAAAADq0/rS_3zi8sny4/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jgFMUlvI/AAAAAAAADq0/rS_3zi8sny4/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925223533156082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jf38JE8I/AAAAAAAADqs/gKywMuRpt5Q/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jf38JE8I/AAAAAAAADqs/gKywMuRpt5Q/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925219975631810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I GRADUATED!! Never imagined that would actually happen and I still have dreams that it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...two weddings in two months and a new job, so June 2008 was rather eventful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I somehow discovered that NOBODY is interested in a play by play of my boring life. So I came up with the idea of a post on &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html"&gt;my favorite things&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was fun. What was even more fun was posting some FABULOUS &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/search/label/Closets%20Part%20%201"&gt;closets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jf9J3L9I/AAAAAAAADqk/t1hP19jWvEo/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jf9J3L9I/AAAAAAAADqk/t1hP19jWvEo/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925221375356882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got disheartened with the work world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; I'm learning lessons in real world issues right now. Work has been the most amazing teacher I've ever had! I've laughed, I've cried, I've gained confidence in myself, I've lost that confidence and wondered what in the world am I doing with my life, I've made friends, I've lost friends. I've learned what I really want in life, whats important and what is not. I've put to action everything I've been raised with. I've been asked to do things I know are wrong. I've been asked to do things I know aren't wrong, but don't want to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And whoooa that sounds familiar later on down the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And then I made the &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-miles.html"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/a&gt; that would change my life forever. More on that to come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And then I fell head over heals in love with J.Crew again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jfrzTmyI/AAAAAAAADqc/FKEiy5Chil4/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jfrzTmyI/AAAAAAAADqc/FKEiy5Chil4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925216717347618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And then I knew I was in love when I dropped WAY too much money on a plane ticket for my new boyfriend to join us on the family vacay to Aruba. That and &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-catch-up.html"&gt;somehow agreeing&lt;/a&gt; to do some home renovations on his house just to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jfWIi1uI/AAAAAAAADqU/gZDGTTmXyGo/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jfWIi1uI/AAAAAAAADqU/gZDGTTmXyGo/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925210900846306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And then I experienced my first &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-weekend.html"&gt;triathlon &lt;/a&gt;{spectator only}. Annnnnd that was interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Went to 6 flags with my 2 favorite people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTjTHM9I/AAAAAAAADqM/2WUAjPeKY5w/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTjTHM9I/AAAAAAAADqM/2WUAjPeKY5w/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925008276403154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTPzWKhI/AAAAAAAADqE/JMn0Xv6axWc/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTPzWKhI/AAAAAAAADqE/JMn0Xv6axWc/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925003042892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Tried to use &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/11/add-this-one-to-my-list.html"&gt;pennies in a coke machine&lt;/a&gt;. That was by far my most shining moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Got a &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-news.html"&gt;new job&lt;/a&gt; to move to Florida to be with this cute boy I was head over heals for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Was &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-dont-hate-me.html"&gt;not impressed&lt;/a&gt; at the Florida vs. Florida State game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Watched Ryan and Madison's love affair begin. And its such a sweet relationship. Makes me smile EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I see him surprise her when he comes in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTBNglxI/AAAAAAAADp8/1qRH3edbkmA/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jTBNglxI/AAAAAAAADp8/1qRH3edbkmA/s400/10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924999126095634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Had Christmas with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Started decorating my new place. It was hideous, I get it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jS8ub4KI/AAAAAAAADp0/kNHFLgc46Bo/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jS8ub4KI/AAAAAAAADp0/kNHFLgc46Bo/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924997922021538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jSoSuBVI/AAAAAAAADps/xeC2WKnk__A/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jSoSuBVI/AAAAAAAADps/xeC2WKnk__A/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924992437060946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFirod-I/AAAAAAAADpk/MwtzQFTjWfE/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFirod-I/AAAAAAAADpk/MwtzQFTjWfE/s400/13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924767592642530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Listed&lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-theres-this-thing-going-around.html"&gt; a lot of things&lt;/a&gt; you may not know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Took a weekend trip to Destin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFZd7n2I/AAAAAAAADpc/si31-ko8VX4/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFZd7n2I/AAAAAAAADpc/si31-ko8VX4/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924765119258466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Had my first Florida &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-war-eagle-moment.html"&gt;War Eagle Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My friend Sara became a Caldwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFA06TeI/AAAAAAAADpU/pALeypH-25o/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jFA06TeI/AAAAAAAADpU/pALeypH-25o/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924758504754658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Went to Aruba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jE_QuiII/AAAAAAAADpM/hkRT_3qBBP4/s1600/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jE_QuiII/AAAAAAAADpM/hkRT_3qBBP4/s400/16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924758084552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Got suckered into the Florida way of dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jElSi2uI/AAAAAAAADpE/KJxFQoGX0KQ/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jElSi2uI/AAAAAAAADpE/KJxFQoGX0KQ/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924751112854242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Became obsessed with The Pioneer Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iz1ipdhI/AAAAAAAADo8/7Jds4iNai6o/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iz1ipdhI/AAAAAAAADo8/7Jds4iNai6o/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924463417587218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Worked my hiney off. Wait that sums up 2009-mid 2010 just in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izkqfC1I/AAAAAAAADo0/FuAOQdkiqmE/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izkqfC1I/AAAAAAAADo0/FuAOQdkiqmE/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924458887056210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Realized I REALLY like finding decorating/interior design blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Got suckered in to Polyvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izYapisI/AAAAAAAADos/FP9SkHWv6AY/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izYapisI/AAAAAAAADos/FP9SkHWv6AY/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924455599409858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Stumbled across Cupcakes and Cashmere {my FAV blog!!} and decided to grow out my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izAcVcgI/AAAAAAAADok/MlB_Ee9h-UQ/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4izAcVcgI/AAAAAAAADok/MlB_Ee9h-UQ/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924449164030466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Welcomed Hudson to the crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iy_ml23I/AAAAAAAADoc/FBLddB2-KbQ/s1600/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iy_ml23I/AAAAAAAADoc/FBLddB2-KbQ/s400/22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924448938613618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Had a doggie play date with cousin Wyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ik6r-aCI/AAAAAAAADoU/dh04V_rxDWs/s1600/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ik6r-aCI/AAAAAAAADoU/dh04V_rxDWs/s400/23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924207100848162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Took my absolute FAVORITE picture ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ik9Ioy1I/AAAAAAAADoM/2tANXg1ImEw/s1600/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ik9Ioy1I/AAAAAAAADoM/2tANXg1ImEw/s400/24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924207757937490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Spent the Fourth of July at the Lake and mom fell in love with little man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ikf06S_I/AAAAAAAADoE/kKXTKWTUkfY/s1600/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ikf06S_I/AAAAAAAADoE/kKXTKWTUkfY/s400/25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924199890570226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Got my &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-questionable-post.html"&gt;heart broken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Started picking up the pieces by going to the beach...A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ii4c3vlI/AAAAAAAADn8/T-rIUMlqFr4/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4ii4c3vlI/AAAAAAAADn8/T-rIUMlqFr4/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924172140887634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Fall came and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iiuSbBHI/AAAAAAAADn0/OEKk1tOHVxY/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iiuSbBHI/AAAAAAAADn0/OEKk1tOHVxY/s400/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924169412707442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Acted silly at work and actually predicted the future for THE team in orange!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iWBeF6mI/AAAAAAAADns/jGVPxKPOqng/s1600/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iWBeF6mI/AAAAAAAADns/jGVPxKPOqng/s400/28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923951223630434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Fell in Love with Charleston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVufNwOI/AAAAAAAADnk/OS--aNipNig/s1600/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVufNwOI/AAAAAAAADnk/OS--aNipNig/s400/29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923946128064738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Played Martha for Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVd4nwSI/AAAAAAAADnc/ucjDxOY7i-k/s1600/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVd4nwSI/AAAAAAAADnc/ucjDxOY7i-k/s400/30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923941671223586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Madison found the MOST obnoxious dog toy in the world which she bolts to the minute she gets in my parents' house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVGZIHSI/AAAAAAAADnU/hh7lLoKG3-Y/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iVGZIHSI/AAAAAAAADnU/hh7lLoKG3-Y/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923935365111074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Started salivating over the Belgian Brickmaker's Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iU5jPGFI/AAAAAAAADnM/l1VDwjiCWp8/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iU5jPGFI/AAAAAAAADnM/l1VDwjiCWp8/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923931917850706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps-this-is-austin.html"&gt;Waxed poetically&lt;/a&gt; about my Friend Tiffany Clemons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iF_KamjI/AAAAAAAADnE/lwrXPsAcX3E/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iF_KamjI/AAAAAAAADnE/lwrXPsAcX3E/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923675726322226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Was accused of owning &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-pole.html"&gt;Stripper Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFwqKzdI/AAAAAAAADm8/1j43jG2Lmes/s1600/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFwqKzdI/AAAAAAAADm8/1j43jG2Lmes/s400/34.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923671832972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Interviewed my &lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-random-one.html"&gt;BFF Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFnLg78I/AAAAAAAADm0/40i6gyf5xe4/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFnLg78I/AAAAAAAADm0/40i6gyf5xe4/s400/35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923669288480706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed the look with new lamps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFSIBWsI/AAAAAAAADms/GJP5J1qgyrg/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFSIBWsI/AAAAAAAADms/GJP5J1qgyrg/s400/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923663636683458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some houseguests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFcpz3eI/AAAAAAAADmk/7StHBEOzDyU/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4iFcpz3eI/AAAAAAAADmk/7StHBEOzDyU/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923666462760418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-budweiser-sauces-for-you.html"&gt;Megan's post&lt;/a&gt; was one of my ALL TIME FAVORITES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started deciding my life was boring and needed some sparkle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzyUTRwI/AAAAAAAADmc/2nUaG24YbB0/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzyUTRwI/AAAAAAAADmc/2nUaG24YbB0/s400/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923363040478978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara got the CUTEST dog ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzgSDMgI/AAAAAAAADmU/TMWc9iD_EJQ/s1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzgSDMgI/AAAAAAAADmU/TMWc9iD_EJQ/s400/39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923358199198210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised mom with a photo shoot of her kiddos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzTsjQfI/AAAAAAAADmM/H7N0SXs5X04/s1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzTsjQfI/AAAAAAAADmM/H7N0SXs5X04/s400/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923354820690418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-is-finished.html"&gt;QUIT MY JOB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved to my DREAM city!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzCXB3vI/AAAAAAAADmE/NDSBxLUaiDM/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hzCXB3vI/AAAAAAAADmE/NDSBxLUaiDM/s400/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923350167019250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated 4th of July in Atlanta with Ryan {and several of you started to get suspicious :)}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hyXhqkpI/AAAAAAAADl8/Y9qTrp_yhZE/s1600/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hyXhqkpI/AAAAAAAADl8/Y9qTrp_yhZE/s400/42.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923338668905106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell in Love with this little man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hleqUpGI/AAAAAAAADl0/EJV6TeDFdyU/s1600/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hleqUpGI/AAAAAAAADl0/EJV6TeDFdyU/s400/43.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923117245965410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found the Will to my Grace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hlG2-psI/AAAAAAAADls/WnHouYhfn5k/s1600/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hlG2-psI/AAAAAAAADls/WnHouYhfn5k/s400/44.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923110856599234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started the monthly flight schedule to visit THE most handsome man in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkrmEEYI/AAAAAAAADlk/AkpSoh_vWhM/s1600/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkrmEEYI/AAAAAAAADlk/AkpSoh_vWhM/s400/45.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923103537893762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally broke the silence and shared that this one is all mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkuir59I/AAAAAAAADlc/jE6zj9IGYyw/s1600/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkuir59I/AAAAAAAADlc/jE6zj9IGYyw/s400/46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923104329033682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got new living room furniture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkTTPtEI/AAAAAAAADlU/5TX0d1TNbQ0/s1600/47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hkTTPtEI/AAAAAAAADlU/5TX0d1TNbQ0/s400/47.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923097016513602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fell in love with Auburn all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hX3Mn_GI/AAAAAAAADlM/QWwHttdYR8U/s1600/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hX3Mn_GI/AAAAAAAADlM/QWwHttdYR8U/s400/48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922883314121826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXwaWVtI/AAAAAAAADlE/nWfBm1YMMfc/s1600/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXwaWVtI/AAAAAAAADlE/nWfBm1YMMfc/s400/49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922881492637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXkkLeGI/AAAAAAAADk8/qsZJNgG6NKQ/s1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXkkLeGI/AAAAAAAADk8/qsZJNgG6NKQ/s400/50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922878312642658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXYO1j-I/AAAAAAAADk0/-b_TWcvBZbk/s1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXYO1j-I/AAAAAAAADk0/-b_TWcvBZbk/s400/51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922875001901026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed and I became a hostage of my apartment because of it for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXEHgo9I/AAAAAAAADks/MlM6D5pIjK8/s1600/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4hXEHgo9I/AAAAAAAADks/MlM6D5pIjK8/s400/52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922869602460626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then here I am. For the ZERO people STILL reading this: bless you child!But really, in all honesty, I can't believe how much life has changed since the beginning three years ago.  I just hope the next three I can look back and have the same reaction: WHOA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-4946627698957711980?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4946627698957711980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4946627698957711980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4946627698957711980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4946627698957711980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/500th.html' title='THE 500th...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TT4jlS28dHI/AAAAAAAADrE/TSaluOz75uk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6426516113769243585</id><published>2011-01-16T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:36:59.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>499th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just noticed that this is my 499th post. WHOA. HOW did that happen? I'll try to make 500 semi-entertaining.&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;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;I just came across this picture from &lt;a href="http://purestylehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pure Style Home&lt;/a&gt; and just melted. Not necessarily at the late 90's/early 2000's dining room look, but at the 2011 tradition with a twist piece aka the framed Ikat fabric. It's no coincidence that I love this because I've actually been on the lookout for something fabulous to hang over my bed. And now I'm 99.98999% sure this is EXACTLY what I'll do.  Now, Caldwell, I'll need you to send me links to fabric websites that won't kill the budget!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTN_UrHmFFI/AAAAAAAADjU/b6l22xrxCjE/s1600/malinda%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTN_UrHmFFI/AAAAAAAADjU/b6l22xrxCjE/s400/malinda%2B078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562929957881386066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6426516113769243585?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6426516113769243585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6426516113769243585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6426516113769243585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6426516113769243585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/499th.html' title='499th...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTN_UrHmFFI/AAAAAAAADjU/b6l22xrxCjE/s72-c/malinda%2B078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5264035616050830829</id><published>2011-01-16T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:03:06.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvising Recipe...</title><content type='html'>This past week I had to improvise. My car didn't move for five days because of the snow/ice issue.  Walking to a restaurant across the street took 20 minutes and was TERRIFYING because of the slippery ice especially on the hills. So I had to work with what I had in the pantry. And that wasn't much considering the fact that I haven't been to the grocery in over a month. So I had to get creative. Until I remembered a soup we used to always make in college. Here is a SUPER easy and delicious recipe for white chicken chili.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom taught me a little trick about stocking the pantry...always always always keep dried beans on hand. I thought she was kinda odd about this, but I get it now. Lucky for me, I had stocked up last month in anticipation of several soup suppers to follow.  Added bonus, the dried beans are SOOO much healthier than canned. NO worries about the sodium with these guys!  **Don't forget to soak these for a minimum of 8 hours, I recommend even longer! I believe I used half a bag of Great Northern beans. If you want to take the can route, two cans is plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5350356288/" title="Beans by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5350356288_b6bfe6796f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Beans" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Add in a block of pepperjack cheese cut into cubes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349713323/" title="pepperjack by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5164/5349713323_b7e86a6dfa.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="pepperjack" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And depending on your tastes, add in these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349701553/" title="Soup ingredients by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5349701553_e57754acb9.jpg" width="500" height="430" alt="Soup ingredients" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Add in some boiled chicken breast cut into small pieces and mix it all in the crock pot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5350317746/" title="Soup Mix by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5350317746_99059e07d6.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Soup Mix" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cook on low for a few hours and voila!!  I also like to add crushed tortilla chips and sour cream on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you hate it, my apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've been to the grocery twice this weekend because I will NEVER go without fresh food again. EVER!! There is a HUGE bowl of fruit in my kitchen that I continue to devour.  And an added bonus, its pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-5264035616050830829?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5264035616050830829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5264035616050830829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5264035616050830829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5264035616050830829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/improvising-recipe.html' title='Improvising Recipe...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5350356288_b6bfe6796f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8393765999429071206</id><published>2011-01-16T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:54:58.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Beautiful blues...</title><content type='html'>Its no secret that I have a really bad obsession with House Beautiful magazine. So this month's issue no doubt put me in a good mood immediately. I've picked it up, read through it and put it down to come back to it later about 4 times so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that REALLY caught my eye was an article about re-decorating a living/dining room in a 9am-5pm time span. I thought that it would only be a little re-arranging, but not so.  In fact, this team was actually able to completely transform this room with a whole new look. A look I really like, actually!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoT0xkddI/AAAAAAAADjM/b7qPDlCL6TQ/s1600/healing-barsanti-sofa-before-0211-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoT0xkddI/AAAAAAAADjM/b7qPDlCL6TQ/s400/healing-barsanti-sofa-before-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763917037696466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The room has a lot of built in character if you ask me.  The built in bookshelves, the fireplace, the floors...very charming. But it has that "I just moved in a few weeks ago" look to it. And I know how frustrating that look can be, which is why I am CONSTANTLY re-arranging to avoid this at all possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoTINazpI/AAAAAAAADjE/JUB89VdC2ks/s1600/healing-barsanti-finished-room-0211-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoTINazpI/AAAAAAAADjE/JUB89VdC2ks/s400/healing-barsanti-finished-room-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763905074908818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I don't think I could pull off the blue, I really like how bold they went with this color throughout the room.  Another thing I like...all the patterns. Some times too much is just perfect! And I just can't help but love the new layout of the room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSydxxFI/AAAAAAAADi8/c2EinmuW49A/s1600/healing-barsanti-lessons-learned-0211-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSydxxFI/AAAAAAAADi8/c2EinmuW49A/s400/healing-barsanti-lessons-learned-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763899237942354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then another home's renovation caught my eye. Yet another room full of blue. Maybe I'm missing a memo or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSY_1BdI/AAAAAAAADi0/SLviSHy_i5Y/s1600/mendelson-blue-chairs-0211-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSY_1BdI/AAAAAAAADi0/SLviSHy_i5Y/s400/mendelson-blue-chairs-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763892401440210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSLItitI/AAAAAAAADis/i431eXRk0es/s1600/mendelson-green-sofa-0211-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoSLItitI/AAAAAAAADis/i431eXRk0es/s400/mendelson-green-sofa-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763888680602322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lamps, oh the lamps. I can't put into words how much I like those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-8393765999429071206?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8393765999429071206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8393765999429071206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8393765999429071206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8393765999429071206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-beautiful-blues.html' title='House Beautiful blues...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TTLoT0xkddI/AAAAAAAADjM/b7qPDlCL6TQ/s72-c/healing-barsanti-sofa-before-0211-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4518505700775098227</id><published>2011-01-13T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:07:31.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards...</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I take Valentine's Day rather seriously. I always have. I remember spending WAY too much time picking out the cards when I was a little girl {Strawberry Shortcake or Hello Kitty??? TOUGH decisions!!!}, not to mention the HOURS I spent hand picking the cards for my classmates.  I went to a small school where everyone knows everyone. The slightest hint at flirting and it all hit the fan by 3:15 carpool line. And now I just want to know one thing...where was this when I was 8??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrlQOVKI/AAAAAAAADh8/b3FB5VPGKEY/s1600/MIN-YAS-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrlQOVKI/AAAAAAAADh8/b3FB5VPGKEY/s400/MIN-YAS-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746177420842146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, I'm pretty sure I would have deliberated way too long with this as well.  And if you're anything like I was, I read into EVERY SINGLE DETAIL of the cards I received.  Little did I know that NONE of the boys even spent 2 seconds with their cards. So little Frank didn't have a crush on me, his momma just gave me a sweet card!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the Valentine's Day parties are definitely a thing of the past, but don't you worry. I still celebrate. Always have, always will.  I know its the most over-commercialized holiday known to man, but still. I think its fun to take one day a year to tell the ones you love just that.  I'm definitely a words of affirmation kind of girl. The more I hear praise, the better I feel {and not in a vain way}.  So I love to pour out that same affection to my friends and family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were made of money, I'ld go ahead and invest in nice Valentine's Day cards this year for all of you. But money doesn't grow on trees and there are bills to be paid.  So, instead, how about an early preview for what I would send??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrYNhdPI/AAAAAAAADh0/IE30amzhFfU/s1600/MIN-SYL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrYNhdPI/AAAAAAAADh0/IE30amzhFfU/s400/MIN-SYL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746173919851762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insert a picture of the two sweetest little rascals in there and that would be my top choice. How can you not LOVE two sweet adorable pupsters??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrHd582I/AAAAAAAADhs/hszaeXulv3M/s1600/MIN-STC-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrHd582I/AAAAAAAADhs/hszaeXulv3M/s400/MIN-STC-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746169425163106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or maybe, if you're into candy, this would hit your mailbox!  I don't care for the chalky things, but to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9Kq1cHBqI/AAAAAAAADhk/EDKOocON-7U/s1600/MIN-BRL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9Kq1cHBqI/AAAAAAAADhk/EDKOocON-7U/s400/MIN-BRL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746164585793186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if you are one of my GIRLY girlfriends, you would receive this. Because lets be honest here...Valentine's Day is so cheesy and girly. I don't normally get into that, but one day a year won't hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow update {as if you are interested, haha}: STILL there! And I'm STILL at home!!  I braved the roads for a trip to Chickfila this afternoon and almost cried about 4 times with the close calls I had. So, this girl is parked at her kitchen table ONCE AGAIN.  Please send yummy food. Soups and frozen casseroles make me want to puke {sorry mom, they were good earlier in the week, but I need some variety right about now}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-4518505700775098227?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4518505700775098227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4518505700775098227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4518505700775098227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4518505700775098227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/cards.html' title='Cards...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TS9KrlQOVKI/AAAAAAAADh8/b3FB5VPGKEY/s72-c/MIN-YAS-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4819312512265326431</id><published>2011-01-12T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:08:44.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL shutin!!</title><content type='html'>Snow Shut-In Victim number 334,509,232 here. Just reporting to you what I've been up to since I haven't cranked my car since Sunday afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some think I would have gone nutso by now. Living alone isn't always lonely {insert my mom laughing here_____}. I've stayed relatively busy to be honest. And if anyone asks, yes, I am in fact actually working while doing all of this! Multitasker, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with neighbors pays off time after time. Example A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349756943/" title="bottled wine minis by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5162/5349756943_6475da6762.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="bottled wine minis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He shows up with food and wine.  AND he treats me to lunch at the restaurant across the street as long as I keep him company. SOLD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a supervisor making sure everything stays on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349748645/" title="parrot lemon by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5349748645_0b8ca65d8f.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="parrot lemon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He likes to bark at any and every sound in the courtyard and hall. And don't even TRY to keep him from barking while on conference calls. He's the boss! And he is in desperate need of a haircut. I could have done that with all my time at home, but last time I tried that, it didn't pan out so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made do with the food in my house somehow. Although the fresh food is starting to get rather scarce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349726081/" title="Apple by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5349726081_dacaf0e827.jpg" width="392" height="493" alt="Apple" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've also done some re-decorating of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349722527/" title="Sassy by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5349722527_9ee2ca969d.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Sassy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;where pictures of crazy nights out have been replaced by sweet pictures of me and sassy from yesteryear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even used the tape measurer my mom put in my stocking and hung some frames.  Not as easy as I thought it would be and they aren't perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349717915/" title="Bedroom by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5349717915_f2a9040ba5.jpg" width="356" height="500" alt="Bedroom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I bragged to Ryan about my handi-work for the day, he responded with "Rachel, do you even have any walls to hang things on anymore??" Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I've kept this guy open AT ALL TIMES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349697487/" title="work at home by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5349697487_899299cdfe.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="work at home" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And maybe kept that glass full some of the time as well! Nothing makes a conference call awesome like a glass of Riesling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed AGAIN today so my hopes of returning to civilization tomorrow may be a major fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay warm kiddos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-4819312512265326431?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4819312512265326431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4819312512265326431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4819312512265326431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4819312512265326431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-shutin.html' title='STILL shutin!!'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5162/5349756943_6475da6762_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1940389096595407206</id><published>2011-01-11T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:34:50.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something for the walls...</title><content type='html'>We're on day two of being shut in due to the snow. So staying in the house all this time has done nothing but make me ancy. Ancy to clean {its spic and span here}, ancy to cook {who knew??} and most of all ancy to keep decorating. I've lived here for 6 months but still trying to add personal touches to the place. I don't like to do everything at once. It starts to look forced if I do. I like to live in a place and a little at a time. Hang a painting here, add some little vignettes there and over time its really my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really want some fun things for my walls and Ikea is sure to supply if done correctly. I have two requirements: modern edge and affordable {aka cheap}. Obviously you will find that at Ikea. So here are a few of my top picks. I think that clustered correctly in some simple clean line frames, these could do exactly what i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where you guys come in. Please tell me which ones you like, hate, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEzu9dTJI/AAAAAAAADhc/LB5dDWxZOTw/s1600/tvilling-poster-set-of--shells-on-the-shore__0088166_PE218420_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEzu9dTJI/AAAAAAAADhc/LB5dDWxZOTw/s400/tvilling-poster-set-of--shells-on-the-shore__0088166_PE218420_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965664209718418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEskbGMMI/AAAAAAAADhU/58bvssnFGeQ/s1600/tvilling-poster-set-of--ink-figures__0104549_PE251574_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEskbGMMI/AAAAAAAADhU/58bvssnFGeQ/s400/tvilling-poster-set-of--ink-figures__0104549_PE251574_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965541122158786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEsDjonqI/AAAAAAAADhM/A9oOcfXm2cA/s1600/kort-art-card-swedish-places__0110390_PE260637_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEsDjonqI/AAAAAAAADhM/A9oOcfXm2cA/s400/kort-art-card-swedish-places__0110390_PE260637_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965532299599522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEr0YNdiI/AAAAAAAADhE/3iAqJqUj2vU/s1600/bild-poster-nineteen-something__81762_PE207113_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEr0YNdiI/AAAAAAAADhE/3iAqJqUj2vU/s400/bild-poster-nineteen-something__81762_PE207113_S4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965528225150498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you're ALL going to poo-poo this one. But I don't care. I've seen it hung and it is AWESOME in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyErgLVtRI/AAAAAAAADg8/M2KKQx47Jqs/s1600/bild-poster-collage-a__0098271_PE239344_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyErgLVtRI/AAAAAAAADg8/M2KKQx47Jqs/s400/bild-poster-collage-a__0098271_PE239344_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965522802455826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEqMURaqI/AAAAAAAADg0/wFYIaKtteyQ/s1600/bild-poster-arts-et-metiers-graphiques__0110388_PE260635_S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEqMURaqI/AAAAAAAADg0/wFYIaKtteyQ/s400/bild-poster-arts-et-metiers-graphiques__0110388_PE260635_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965500291345058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-1940389096595407206?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1940389096595407206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1940389096595407206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1940389096595407206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1940389096595407206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-for-walls.html' title='something for the walls...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSyEzu9dTJI/AAAAAAAADhc/LB5dDWxZOTw/s72-c/tvilling-poster-set-of--shells-on-the-shore__0088166_PE218420_S4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7577614169549347806</id><published>2011-01-10T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:50:58.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lonny...</title><content type='html'>I've challenged myself to not destroy my manicure during this nail-biter National Championship Game. In order to do this, I've already downed a glass of Riesling and I'm having to keep my computer in my lap AT ALL TIMES. Over halftime, I discovered that I somehow missed the release of the new LONNY. Not sure how this happened with my extra time today because of the snow. But its a good thing I found it now because it has DEFINITELY kept me occupied {which says a lot considering the fact that I've dreamed of this game since I can remember}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of my favs so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSPCwvL6I/AAAAAAAADgs/6xaJt3_IPdw/s1600/Dresser%2Blonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSPCwvL6I/AAAAAAAADgs/6xaJt3_IPdw/s400/Dresser%2Blonny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769320800169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That dresser is just perfect and I really like how she styled it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSOweA8tI/AAAAAAAADgk/mgJry4nUpgE/s1600/bookshelves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSOweA8tI/AAAAAAAADgk/mgJry4nUpgE/s400/bookshelves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769315889803986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO bookshelves!! Clearly, this homeowner values books for their main source of entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSO7gYQZI/AAAAAAAADgc/YXjQVEchiZw/s1600/lonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSO7gYQZI/AAAAAAAADgc/YXjQVEchiZw/s400/lonny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769318852510098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ABSOLUTELY stunning Kitchen!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to the game. My tigers {and boyfriend Cam} are calling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-7577614169549347806?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7577614169549347806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7577614169549347806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7577614169549347806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7577614169549347806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/lonny.html' title='lonny...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSvSPCwvL6I/AAAAAAAADgs/6xaJt3_IPdw/s72-c/Dresser%2Blonny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5292282095478946074</id><published>2011-01-10T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:27:09.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean, it SNOWED!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly for my mom, but here is what I got of my backyard this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342447707/" title="Picture 090 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5342447707_4e55d75268.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Picture 090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342452789/" title="Picture 091 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5342452789_69d31f88ed.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Picture 091" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5343066588/" title="Picture 092 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5343066588_6313217489.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Picture 092" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5292282095478946074?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5292282095478946074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5292282095478946074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5292282095478946074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5292282095478946074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-mean-it-snowed.html' title='I mean, it SNOWED!!!'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5342447707_4e55d75268_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5516284509384004375</id><published>2011-01-10T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:12:54.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wintery...</title><content type='html'>Its a winter wonderland out there. And since we live in Atlanta, everything has been closed. So I'm working from home today. Not going to lie, I could really get used to this! I can multi task A LOT here!! I whipped out the nice camera to take pictures of the snow {failed miserably because the dogs wouldn't cooperate with the snow}. I found several pictures from Christmas so in the spirit of all things wintery, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342358561/" title="Picture 069 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5342358561_69a2767ce7_z.jpg" width="640" height="411" alt="Picture 069" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning with my little monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342363175/" title="Picture 066 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5342363175_b1bee2020b_z.jpg" width="417" height="640" alt="Picture 066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342363175/" title="Picture 066 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Sar helping the little crazies open their Christmas gifts. And yes he is wearing a male diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342349965/" title="Picture 078 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5163/5342349965_f6db035046_z.jpg" width="437" height="640" alt="Picture 078" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me happier than seeing these guys love on their Gra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mamma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342333995/" title="Picture 089 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5342333995_3c83ec4426_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Picture 089" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sent me home with some banana nut bread and I've enjoyed it quite a bit so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342346701/" title="Picture 086 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5086/5342346701_0bb382d97f_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Picture 086" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top off my weekly Monday conference call {this week spent in PJ's with a little yorkie man in my lap}, this guy is really doing the trick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay warm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-5516284509384004375?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5516284509384004375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5516284509384004375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5516284509384004375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5516284509384004375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/wintery.html' title='wintery...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5342358561_69a2767ce7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8131185776012905378</id><published>2011-01-09T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:20:41.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a waiting...</title><content type='html'>The weather man says the flurries should start falling ANY minute now. We're all bundled up in this household and just a waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mug of Keurig coffee next to the sofa and I'm decked out in some chic comfy lounge clothes {with my new uggs of course}and its all topped off with two little monsters cuddled up next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost perfect {minus the elephants that live upstairs...is it really that necessary to stomp around 24/7??}. And I came across a few things that caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOz7spICI/AAAAAAAADgU/BGsdRA9DJ44/s1600/WALLS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOz7spICI/AAAAAAAADgU/BGsdRA9DJ44/s400/WALLS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343344047530018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally LOVING the large tile backsplash. And those black wood floors look super sharp against all that white and stainless steel. A little warmth to balance out all that cool chic modern look. I like it. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzg4X5AI/AAAAAAAADgM/xa5aKhpAwPE/s1600/FLOOR%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzg4X5AI/AAAAAAAADgM/xa5aKhpAwPE/s400/FLOOR%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343336848974850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, digging the tile here. And the kitchen is super fab too! The colors. Oh I swoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzUTh44I/AAAAAAAADgE/Mu-n4xUvI0g/s1600/FLOOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzUTh44I/AAAAAAAADgE/Mu-n4xUvI0g/s400/FLOOR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343333473215362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice a trend yet?? The tile pattern is sheer perfection.  I am a little obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzIjZl_I/AAAAAAAADf8/tRFX5_UyrN4/s1600/WORDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOzIjZl_I/AAAAAAAADf8/tRFX5_UyrN4/s400/WORDS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343330318555122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to mix it up around here, I just fell in love with this painting. I can't even read what it says, but who cares? Because the colors and size is just AWESOME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bundle up kiddos. Whip out the hot tea, drift off into blog land heaven and cuddle up with the snuggly ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-8131185776012905378?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8131185776012905378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8131185776012905378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8131185776012905378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8131185776012905378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting.html' title='a waiting...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSpOz7spICI/AAAAAAAADgU/BGsdRA9DJ44/s72-c/WALLS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7857228814359152875</id><published>2011-01-08T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:32:44.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Wisdom...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I left this off my list of favorite Christmas gifts. I do believe that this is one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE gifts ever!  My sweet sister in law really hit the nail on the head with this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSiBZCVvUAI/AAAAAAAADf0/faEsgyxrkf8/s1600/Interior%2BWisdom%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSiBZCVvUAI/AAAAAAAADf0/faEsgyxrkf8/s400/Interior%2BWisdom%2Bbook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559836007113641986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was floored when I opened this book!  This interior designer lived in Destin, FL for years but now lives in New Orleans and her style is simply perfection! I spent a 4 hour car ride over Christmas just pouring through this. I was mesmerized, to tell you the truth.  But the mesmeration wasn't simply from the pictures {which is usually the case for me}. Leah Richardson opened her home and her heart on building a godly home but aesthetically and spiritually.  Its hard to put into words, but she does an amazing job pulling two ideas together that are usually not intertwineable.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sincerely flattered when Kristen picked this for me. She must be a secret follower of this blog because she recognized the things I like the most: decorating and growing in my relationship with Christ. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the extra steps in your gift hunt for me and finding a jewel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, I HIGHLY recommend this for your collection. Its beautiful on so many different levels. And if you're one of my close friends, do me a favor and DON'T buy this because this will hands down be my go to gift for anyone I know that likes these two things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-7857228814359152875?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7857228814359152875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7857228814359152875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7857228814359152875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7857228814359152875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/interior-wisdom.html' title='Interior Wisdom...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSiBZCVvUAI/AAAAAAAADf0/faEsgyxrkf8/s72-c/Interior%2BWisdom%2Bbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4089516504138120543</id><published>2011-01-07T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:09:02.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the path...</title><content type='html'>So my boss sent out an email about the possible snow storm heading our way and what to do if we are "snowed in."  For starters, I don't think Atlanta ever actually gets snowed in, but we are southerners and we think snow on the ground is basically a universal "no need to work, get outside and play like you're 8" memo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't living in the south, you will find this little phenomenon very silly. But that's what we do best...silliness.  We drink our tea iced and sweet {almost like hummingbird feeder water if you ask me how I like mine}, we plan weddings around college football schedules, we hang magnolia leaf garlands at Christmas and we ONLY eat dressing with our turkey {don't even say the word stuffing to us!}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh when I started to get bombarded with calls from all my remote sales reps asking what this big storm was about. Greg in Michigan said its -6degrees and he doesn't think it will ever stop snowing. They all laugh at us and think we're crazy. But I just tell myself its a jealousy they just aren't aware of at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who wouldn't be jealous of beautiful homes, gorgeous coastlines, mesmerizing farms along the highway, food that will add pounds to your waistline in a matter of minutes and neighbors who would literally give you the shirt of their back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are hard now as we all know it, but for some reason, I think it may be just a smidge easier down here.  I can't tell you how many times I see donation boxes in our company breakroom. People willingly give away gently used coats as if its no big deal. They write checks for the twin babies whose mother abandoned them and now live in a foster home. They bring casseroles to the families who have just lost a loved one and they invite you into their homes where you find spreads of delicious food {which they usually send home a doggie bag for you to enjoy later}. You tell me where you can find all of this outside the Mason Dixon line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm going on and on about this because I honestly sat down and just started typing.  I think its really weighing heavy on my heart that I am so incredible fortunate {notice I didn't say "blessed" although I know I really am...just sick of hearing people use it too much} to live in this little bubble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so easily get down on myself for not having the bank account I always thought I'ld have by this age.  I start doubting myself for taking a semi-alternate route from everyone else. Because lets be honest here. Its not ideal to fork out half your salary in living expenses. But here's the catch. I'm doing it ON MY OWN and living in a fabulous place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think most of my friends really grasp this because they have a husband to share the bills with and I can almost guarantee that their mortgage is only a third of my monthly rent. So when I decline lunch dates with a "I really wish I could but I'm on a budget," the wah wah wah look I get really just tells me "I don't get it."  But you know what? I'm okay with it. I truly am.  Because this path is the one I'm on. And its my path. I used to be terrified of it and dreamed of a different path, but these days, I'm running and skipping along mine. Want to know why? Because I've figured out that the secret to happiness is that its a choice.  Would I choose to live with a tight budget? Heck No techno! But has this tight budget shown me how to appreciate even the smallest of things like going to the grocery store? Absolutely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this is?? Character building, my friends!  So in 20 years, I'll be telling my kids the SAME thing my mom and dad tell me over and over again: "when I was in my twenties I could barely afford to make it, but I did it. And it got better...bit by bit. And now I appreciate what I have so much more!" So I'm happy because I choose to be. Happy because I live where I know I have a safety net if the bottom were to fall out from underneath me. Happy because I know I'm on a different route than everyone else I know {which by the way means in NO form or fashion that I think my way is better than anyone else's, I'm just embracing what I've been given}. Happy because there IS food in my refrigerator and I'm sleeping in a huge comfy bed with the two little rascals to keep me warm {that and the pile of about 8 layers of bedding}. Happy because with the push of a button, I can hear that voice that can pull me out of the crabbiest of moods and reassure me that one day it won't be this one. That one day, I'll have that mortgage that will only be a small portion of our income and that one day, I won't have to pick up the phone to hear that voice, but he'll be sitting in the same room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life yall.  It doesn't work like you plan. But here's a little secret: if you go with the flow, its a TON easier! Sure, be ambitious and make things happen, but don't try to make your own path. Who are you to decide? Just keep skipping along. Because its not the destination that matters, but the journey that got you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light post to follow ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-4089516504138120543?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4089516504138120543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4089516504138120543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4089516504138120543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4089516504138120543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/path.html' title='the path...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7281877690971024354</id><published>2011-01-06T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:02:47.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not a goal...</title><content type='html'>Please notice how my list of goals for 2011 didn't include daily blog posts. Why you ask? Because I'm a firm believer that if you set a goal for yourself, you MUST reach it and if you're me, go above and beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll stay realistic with you and tell you I will update as much as I can. I've got quite the busy year staring me in the face so you will have to keep the emails coming if I go MIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I realized I haven't posted any interior design pictures in AGES.  Tonight I came across this picture and it just jump started me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZj6re4w7I/AAAAAAAADfo/ehIBfs5mF8U/s1600/141_478543_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZj6re4w7I/AAAAAAAADfo/ehIBfs5mF8U/s400/141_478543_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240649791292338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caldwell: this one's for you.&lt;div&gt;So, my friend Sara posted a while ago about wanting/needing a new bedspread. I saw it in person over Christmas and I thought hers was just perfect, but that's just me.  Anyway, when I saw this picture, I immediately thought of you Sara. This just looks like you if I were to put your style into a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjatPJOQI/AAAAAAAADfg/s5PaBtIkdF0/s1600/hbx-dunham-white-staircase-1110-de-39737251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjatPJOQI/AAAAAAAADfg/s5PaBtIkdF0/s400/hbx-dunham-white-staircase-1110-de-39737251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240100506319106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjaQyH1eI/AAAAAAAADfY/6gdKiVvgNzY/s1600/EPSON002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjaQyH1eI/AAAAAAAADfY/6gdKiVvgNzY/s400/EPSON002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240092868400610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl has a basket full of Hunter boots.  BASKET FULL.  Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjaB3v1RI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ZgfEV5YNxzM/s1600/hbx-sachs-kitchen-cabinets-06-1010-de-36178114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjaB3v1RI/AAAAAAAADfQ/ZgfEV5YNxzM/s400/hbx-sachs-kitchen-cabinets-06-1010-de-36178114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240088865461522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every single detail of this kitchen. EVERY SINGLE DETAIL. I'm drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjZ3aw28I/AAAAAAAADfI/Smq22SIKoOs/s1600/hbx-decorating-Berger-6-0709-xlg-27581010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjZ3aw28I/AAAAAAAADfI/Smq22SIKoOs/s400/hbx-decorating-Berger-6-0709-xlg-27581010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240086059539394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjZ-5uy0I/AAAAAAAADfA/Qka60PhdC-c/s1600/hbx-dark-wooden-table-1210-hamel06-de-87080736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZjZ-5uy0I/AAAAAAAADfA/Qka60PhdC-c/s400/hbx-dark-wooden-table-1210-hamel06-de-87080736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240088068475714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHHHH the barstools. And that deliciously HUGE island/prep area/bar area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP.ME.RHONDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-7281877690971024354?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7281877690971024354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7281877690971024354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7281877690971024354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7281877690971024354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-goal.html' title='not a goal...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSZj6re4w7I/AAAAAAAADfo/ehIBfs5mF8U/s72-c/141_478543_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6753502036241991273</id><published>2011-01-04T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:54:09.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas gifts...</title><content type='html'>Want to see a few of my favorite Christmas gifts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbpG0tuVI/AAAAAAAADe4/knlAfaLXFoQ/s1600/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbpG0tuVI/AAAAAAAADe4/knlAfaLXFoQ/s400/eagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527864358156626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think its safe to put on the internet now since my brother has received his by now.  My dad surprised all three of us kids with a framed and matted one of a kind drawing of Tiger, Auburn's beloved Eagle.  This year marks the 30th anniversary of having "Tiger" and so this artist's drawing was chosen to commemorate this.  Only 3000 of these were sold, so I was beyond excited to receive this.  Dad bought these way before our winning streak began because he knew all three of his kids love Auburn University so much and would FLIP when we got these. Mine is now proudly hanging in my house. WAR EAGLE!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPboyt-TbI/AAAAAAAADew/08wrXaW_BVs/s1600/uggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPboyt-TbI/AAAAAAAADew/08wrXaW_BVs/s400/uggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527858961173938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still waiting on these to ship in, but I finally got a replacement pair. My four year old Uggs have just about kicked the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbo73P0UI/AAAAAAAADeo/MGTEN05b_Bk/s1600/watermelon%2Bknife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbo73P0UI/AAAAAAAADeo/MGTEN05b_Bk/s400/watermelon%2Bknife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527861415989570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because everyone needs a watermelon knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbed9q94I/AAAAAAAADeg/7V3V-WMSdYM/s1600/tape-measure-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbed9q94I/AAAAAAAADeg/7V3V-WMSdYM/s400/tape-measure-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527681591179138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As well as a tape measurer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbeEuGafI/AAAAAAAADeY/xb_rqDvp4xY/s1600/moroccan-oil-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbeEuGafI/AAAAAAAADeY/xb_rqDvp4xY/s400/moroccan-oil-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527674814982642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was BEYOND pumped when I saw this in my stocking!!  This stuff is a miracle worker. That is all I can say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbdydmBvI/AAAAAAAADeI/IFqYGxKZc4A/s1600/brick%2Boven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbdydmBvI/AAAAAAAADeI/IFqYGxKZc4A/s400/brick%2Boven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527669913913074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy will live in storage until I have a bigger kitchen. Mom swears they're all the rage. I don't know the first thing about brick ovens, so any of you who do, send me your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbd_2qiuI/AAAAAAAADeA/PjFfzQKf91o/s1600/Keurig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbd_2qiuI/AAAAAAAADeA/PjFfzQKf91o/s400/Keurig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527673508727522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least a programmable Keurig.  Still learning how to do this. I know very sad.  I bought the K cup that you can put your own coffee in because I am a Dunkin Donuts FREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-6753502036241991273?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6753502036241991273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6753502036241991273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6753502036241991273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6753502036241991273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas gifts...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TSPbpG0tuVI/AAAAAAAADe4/knlAfaLXFoQ/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8962281863412568206</id><published>2011-01-02T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:15:25.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauseatingly Real...</title><content type='html'>I declare today as my first official day of 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Like I can't ever call the shots for myself at least??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up WAY too early to drive Ry to the airport to catch his 6AM flight {ahhhemm I will be in charge of booking flights from now on}and spent a good portion of the day in bed catching up on some much needed zzz's in between sneezing/coughing &amp; crying sessions. Needless to say, I was really feeling sorry for myself. Like, keep the blinds closed, ignore the phone calls and ignore my growling stomach...that kind of mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sugar coat it and say the typical blog comment {I'm so happy to have the love of my life back, blah blah blah, we're so blessed...even though we live on opposite sides of this country at the moment} because to be honest with you, I struggle with that. I always wonder what it feels like when someone says, "we're so incredibly blessed."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I get it. I know what its like to be blessed...I just went on and on about it a few posts ago.  But that typical facebook/blog comment I see way too frequently really baffles me.  I just really wonder if all my friends live in a world where they wake up everyday and at some point they step back and realize "God has really blessed me." I'm going to say no.  But if facebook and their blogs say they are, then it must be true. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  Maybe I'm more of a realist. With me, you will get the raw honest truth 100% of the time.  I'm not a sugar coater. I'm not a suck up. I'm nauseatingly real. So yes, I confess: today I had one heck of a pity party. I said it. I dressed up to the nines in my new fabulous Loft leggings and a comfy tshirt, forced down a piece of leftover pizza and got lost in a Real Housewives of Atlanta marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Nene getting up in Dwight's face and Phaedra claiming she had no idea what her baby's due date was, I decided it was time for me to leave the party. Lets be honest, nobody wants to be the last to leave. I threw on some fun boots, a grey striped Hepburn-esque shirt, a grey grandpa sweater and wrapped a lilac sweater around my neck and said "ENOUGH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that I declared that 2011 will be a good one. I already see challenges ahead but I can also see their pay offs.  So after a trip to Target, I sat down and made a list of things to accomplish this year.  This isn't a resolution list not even a bucket list. This is just a list of things I want to do this year. Curiosity get ya yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Learn to coupon. &lt;br /&gt;I mean REALLY do this 100%. I hear stories from people I know about how they bought $150 worth of groceries for like $8.23. I'm in. 100%.  I just need some SERIOUS help on how to do this! PLEASE lend me your advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get more involved in my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete a triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;I said it. Insert your comments here ____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Actually cook. Healthy and yummy meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to be content with the here and now {BIG doozie}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;I read it daily at work, but I want to actually watch the 6pm news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Incorporate more concerts into my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;{I mean, I live in ATL, there are some AWESOME bands that come through here...ahmmmm Needtobreathe is my ultimate fav and they're opening for Taylor Swift, who is clearly already sold out. Anyone with tickets to sell...call me!}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Add the final touches to make my house feel like a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.SAVE SAVE SAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take one fabulous vacation with my fabulous guy.  We're working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Christmas shop all year round to avoid blowing the budget at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Send hand written just because notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Continue to grow out my hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Treat myself to a me date once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Keep climbing the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. My list. Some are more ambitious than others. But they're all things I'm dying to do. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your list??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8962281863412568206?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8962281863412568206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8962281863412568206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8962281863412568206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8962281863412568206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nauseatingly-real.html' title='Nauseatingly Real...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-120302137929636959</id><published>2011-01-01T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:34:20.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm embarrassed to say that I have ZERO pictures to post for Christmas, however I do think I can snag some from Dad's fancy schmancy camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fabulous. Very picturesque and perfect. I spent the morning with my family and enjoyed the annual Christmas morning breakfast.  After opening gifts, I spent some Sassy time and then packed up and got on the road to Tallahassee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind I haven't been back to that town since the day I moved. I remember riding out of town with my dad and never looking back. Never did I imagine that I would be back and heading to Ryan's sister, Heidi's house.  We did a mass gift opening and started a major Wii tournament, where I dominated bowling :).  Then Ry gave me my gift which I ADORE!! Sweet thoughtful Ryan and his sister scoured the internet, stores in numerous cities, catalogs, etc. to find me the perfect kitchen island table. Its just PERFECT!! And Heidi and her husband Jamey gave me the barstools to match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our time in Tallahassee going 90 mph. So fast that Ryan actually ended up in the ER with what we thought was a concussion or possible blood clot from a building accident. I can honestly say that that is not how I envisioned spending my Christmas break, but the Lord is good and my sweet boy is 100% okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to Montgomery to spend some time with my family.  By that point, everyone was ready to relax so that is exactly what we did and it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to ATL where I got to pretend that we live in the same city. I got all domestic and Ry loved every single second of it. Clean laundry, breakfast every morning...he was in heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to wrap up our holiday vacation, we had a FABULOUS NYE with our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hP6Q7iII/AAAAAAAADd4/nmT-lUSG-VU/s1600/Picture%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hP6Q7iII/AAAAAAAADd4/nmT-lUSG-VU/s400/Picture%2B049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557408128653035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy looked like he was a prop. I tried to get him some water but I don't think that was going to do much good at that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPv6iyvI/AAAAAAAADdw/wPpEHc6yNDg/s1600/Picture%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPv6iyvI/AAAAAAAADdw/wPpEHc6yNDg/s400/Picture%2B054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557408125874785010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPQ1tOuI/AAAAAAAADdo/qqtRf6ftSNI/s1600/Picture%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPQ1tOuI/AAAAAAAADdo/qqtRf6ftSNI/s400/Picture%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557408117532998370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rung in the new year with one of these and then the stupid pictures started....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPKRizBI/AAAAAAAADdg/1K7Jjgf01tA/s1600/Picture%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hPKRizBI/AAAAAAAADdg/1K7Jjgf01tA/s400/Picture%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557408115770706962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to start off the year right, please enter THE most embarrassing picture of my life. You're welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-120302137929636959?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/120302137929636959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=120302137929636959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/120302137929636959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/120302137929636959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-embarrassed-to-say-that-i-have-zero.html' title=''/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TR_hP6Q7iII/AAAAAAAADd4/nmT-lUSG-VU/s72-c/Picture%2B049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1324795346664196300</id><published>2010-12-20T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:35:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soak it up...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in Ryan's parent's living room as I write this and can't help but think to myself, oh what a difference one year can make.  Do you ever realize how blessed you are and then get struck by an overwhelming panic that you know that feeling of sheer bliss won't last forever. And that you have to just savor every single second, knowing that it could all be taken away in a heartbeat.  Sex and the city fans, there is a scene in the first movie where Carrie confronts her BFF, Charlotte, about why she quit jogging. And although it sounds a little silly, it wasnt. Because Charlotte had been desperatley trying to have a baby for years and just was never able to. So when she became pregnant, she started living her life as though she were in a china shop...no sudden movements.  Running was what she always loved, but she gave it up in fear of losing her baby.  Carrie reminded her that she can't stop living her life because she's afraid if she does she will lose everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking about this scene.  Because that is exactly how I feel these days.  Here I am enjoying Christmas with the one person I love more than anything in the world and all our friends and family.  And the raw pain that Christmas brought just one year ago keeps flashing in my memory. I remember wishing the holiday would just be over already because I would not get the one thing I wanted. My Grandmomma keeps a guest book in her house and we sign and date it every time we visit.  Last year, I saw Ryan's name from the Christmas before and I simply lost it.  And this year when I opened that book, I saw his name and 2010 written beside it and almost lost it again.  I am being 100 percent honest with you when I tell you I don't think I could be any happier now.  I even feel guilty about how happy I actually am.  But the truth is, this is a time in my life that God is truly blessing me. He took me on a long hard dark journey for a year where I kept asking Him, "when is this going to end??" But patience is clearly not one of my strengths and boy did He show me that.  I've heard it said that you never can truly appreciate something until you don't have it anymore.  And I couldn't say it better than that.  And the best part is, now that I do appreciate it, I got it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas I've decided to soak it all in. Every single strand of lights, every ornament and Christmas card. Every Christmas goodie that adds pounds on to the waistline. Every hug and "so glad I got to see you." Every visit with friends I don't usually get to see. Every sweet family memory.  Every heartfelt gift and meal.  And even the smallest thing like watching my Grandmomma read The Night Before Christmas when I had a permanent grin plastered to my face. I'm soaking it all in.  Because we're never promised blissful times like this.  So while I'm living in this sheer joy, I want to breathe it all in. Because I know that one day I won't have a Christmas this happy. One day, my Grandmomma won't be around to read to me from my favorite Childhood book.  One day I won't get to see every single person I love for the holidays. I know this and I'm ok with it.  But for the time being, I can't help but be overjoyed at the incredible Christmas that is 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan flew into Atlanta Thursday night. I went to work on Friday while he graciously finished all my Christmas shopping. Pat the boy on the back...he went to three different malls for me!! We had dinner at a lively picturesque Italian restaurant in Inman Park with some of our friends.  After dinner, we had WORK to do...lots and lots of wrapping gifts to be taken to my family Christmas at my Grandmomma's house.  We got up super early and drove to her house to be there in time for breakfast. I bought one of those recordable books and now I have a book with her reading The Night Before Christmas. You couldn't pay me a million dollars for that book. It will be one of my most prized possessions.  After lunch, we piled in the car again and headed to Destin for Ryan's company Christmas party.  I must say that I had a good time. We took the party across the street to a piano bar that never disappoints and met up with some of our good friends {Pictures to come soon...chill out T.Clems:)}.  And yesterday his parents took us to brunch. We got out and delivered homemade Pumpkin bread and jelly to friends and later I went and had coffee with his mom. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was the same Starbucks I met her at several months back when things were still a bit shaky.  And I remember thinking to myself "my how things have changed since I saw her last."  Those same thoughts crossed my mind as we sat in the same chairs and just pressed rewind for the past 7 or 8 months.  Lots and lots of catching up to do. Lots of pouring out our hearts to each other and thanking God for His perfect timing and plan.  But one thing was the same.  We both couldn't help but wax poetically about how we love the same boy.  I'm sure his ears were ringing as we talked about his gentle heart and warming laugh. When I got back to the house from my mini date with his mom, he only asked me one thing: "did you have fun?"  I couldn't explain to him how fun isn't the word I would choose, but rather something more along the lines of "it was simply perfect."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent hours and hours making lists of possible gifts for our families and scouring stores and the internet for the perfect gift.  I've stressed about making sure I can see every single person I love in the time I have off. I've listened to the Christmas music channel since October and I've spent many car rides to and from work wondering what Christmas would be like for me this year. Imagining the moment I see the family I lost a year ago but now and privileged to have back. And while I have only seen half of them so far, I can say that my expectations were nowhere near the reality.  There's a warmth in my heart that only comes from the Lord and I know He put it there to show me that even though life can be tough at times, there are also good times. GREAT times. And He gives us those to show us a glimpse at His incredible love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the gifts coming my way don't even cross my mind.  I'm not caught up in the hoopla that so easily comes with the Christmas Season. I'm just enjoying it in its entirerity. Soaking it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-1324795346664196300?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1324795346664196300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1324795346664196300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1324795346664196300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1324795346664196300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/soak-it-up.html' title='Soak it up...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8975447733585562391</id><published>2010-12-12T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:08:27.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a house a home...</title><content type='html'>My parents ended their tropical vacation with a pit stop at my house.  There's nothing like having houseguests to help you realize that you are really missing some of the personal touches that make a house a home.  And while my house is my home, I want a BUNCH of accessories to make it feel 100% lived in.  Here is what I have my eye on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF5bW0NdI/AAAAAAAADdU/HZRHBPCC6Dg/s1600/side_chair_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF5bW0NdI/AAAAAAAADdU/HZRHBPCC6Dg/s400/side_chair_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918968702318034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like EVERYTHING in this picture. The Parsons table {DELISH}, the little bar set up, the painting in the background {PUUUUH-LEASE!!!!} and the basket full of yummy blankets to cuddle up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF5Cu6M1I/AAAAAAAADdM/VpJ_od6JFig/s1600/SundaySuppers_gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF5Cu6M1I/AAAAAAAADdM/VpJ_od6JFig/s400/SundaySuppers_gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918962092487506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think little personal touches for guests go a REALLY long way.  Little welcome gifts in a guest room will add that extra, "Welcome to my home, I'm glad you're here." And I seriously LOVE the simplicity of the packaging for this one.  Stay tuned to see how I wrap Christmas gifts this year {hint hint}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF41lfZcI/AAAAAAAADdE/9-lTzqQZ8CQ/s1600/Umbrella%2BLonny%2Bmag%2BUmbrella%2Bholder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF41lfZcI/AAAAAAAADdE/9-lTzqQZ8CQ/s400/Umbrella%2BLonny%2Bmag%2BUmbrella%2Bholder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918958563321282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone please tell me where I can find shelves like this that won't completely break the budget.  Shelves are an INSTANT way to make a home feel lived in. Styling a set of bookshelves shows your personality and gives a lot of focal points for your guests to get an insider view of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF4nFFCBI/AAAAAAAADc8/FV0ZhFTEWIE/s1600/Etsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF4nFFCBI/AAAAAAAADc8/FV0ZhFTEWIE/s400/Etsy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549918954669279250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone else watch the show, Giuliana and Bill? In their Chicago apartment, they have pillows with their initials on their sofa. While I am SO not a fan of the initial trend, I think these are quirky and fun.  Random letters will make it even more interesting if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8975447733585562391?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8975447733585562391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8975447733585562391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8975447733585562391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8975447733585562391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-house-home.html' title='Make a house a home...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TQVF5bW0NdI/AAAAAAAADdU/HZRHBPCC6Dg/s72-c/side_chair_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8308749319871210109</id><published>2010-12-07T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:46:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snazzy...</title><content type='html'>Every year, I suddenly realize that its the last week in December and I have NO NYE plans.  After a boring night, I vow that the next year will be different.  Well, I'm here to tell you that this year, I'm sticking to my guns.  We've actually made some snazzy plans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, after a fabulous dinner, our double date will be moved to party here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TxldSUlI/AAAAAAAADc0/BcsPe5Aed_A/s1600/lrg-1603-unpl061409_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TxldSUlI/AAAAAAAADc0/BcsPe5Aed_A/s400/lrg-1603-unpl061409_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548104639789027922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've bought our tickets and are just in countdown mode to ring in the year at this awesome venue...enter the Park Tavern.  Which happens to be the most expensive wedding reception venue in Atlanta because of its insanely gorgeous views of the Atlanta skyline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TxdjGZ7I/AAAAAAAADcs/BR6INC95AHI/s1600/home-park_tavern.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TxdjGZ7I/AAAAAAAADcs/BR6INC95AHI/s400/home-park_tavern.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548104637665929138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I imagine this to be magical.  So, now I have to start a hunt for a magical dress. Because no dressy jeans or casual dress outfit will do for an affair like this.  I began my hunt this afternoon and I believe I've narrowed it down to the following dresses. Tell me your top picks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TM8X8mgI/AAAAAAAADck/5wM-qNktw6Q/s1600/24438-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TM8X8mgI/AAAAAAAADck/5wM-qNktw6Q/s400/24438-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548104010285488642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TMtPW4MI/AAAAAAAADcc/v1mSVKW5EZw/s1600/23995-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TMtPW4MI/AAAAAAAADcc/v1mSVKW5EZw/s400/23995-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548104006222930114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TMfOJFGI/AAAAAAAADcU/tdK_xF3PHSw/s1600/22524-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TFjFidqI/AAAAAAAADb0/FTjnSPM5qbw/s400/16648-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548103883238307490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TFOgGHWI/AAAAAAAADbs/o9f1ErBnExY/s1600/16535-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TFOgGHWI/AAAAAAAADbs/o9f1ErBnExY/s400/16535-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548103877712551266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8308749319871210109?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8308749319871210109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8308749319871210109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8308749319871210109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8308749319871210109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/snazzy.html' title='Snazzy...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP7TxldSUlI/AAAAAAAADc0/BcsPe5Aed_A/s72-c/lrg-1603-unpl061409_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6692208503359462176</id><published>2010-12-06T19:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:29:08.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Party...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stumbled across a blog and immediately thought to yourself: "I want to be whoever it is that writes this." Because that was my reaction the SECOND I came across &lt;a href="http://pisforparty.blogspot.com"&gt;P Is For Party&lt;/a&gt;.  Now, maybe I'm way behind the times, but I haven't seen this mecca of party planning fabulosity until today.  I only went through a few pages, but here are a few of my faves. I will now spend the remainder of the night drooling at these pictures of all the insanely gorgeous parties she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP189P7GfsI/AAAAAAAADbk/tDEWyd2PXXI/s1600/banquette_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP189P7GfsI/AAAAAAAADbk/tDEWyd2PXXI/s400/banquette_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727707678604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay you tennis playing ladies, this one is for you.  And for your husband. I, for one, would LOVE to attend a party on a tennis court set with posh seating and decor. Complete with what looks like a really fun band, this looks like one of those parties that you leave with clutch under your arm, one handing holding the hand of the one you love, and the other holding your heels.  All the while the discussion is both of you gushing about how much fun you just had.  AHHUMM...IF I ever get married one day, we would TOTALLY go for something fun like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18f3ElBXI/AAAAAAAADbc/jkqIiSGVz1U/s1600/tablescape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18f3ElBXI/AAAAAAAADbc/jkqIiSGVz1U/s400/tablescape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727202791261554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18biQFn7I/AAAAAAAADbU/72U-Hb1yTDA/s1600/marshmallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18biQFn7I/AAAAAAAADbU/72U-Hb1yTDA/s400/marshmallows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727128482914226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excuse me, but how perfect are these pearl encrusted marshmallows?? I. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18bdYlhVI/AAAAAAAADbM/7dY885S_aYg/s1600/specialtydrink.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18bdYlhVI/AAAAAAAADbM/7dY885S_aYg/s400/specialtydrink.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727127176381778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright Montgomery kiddos, this one is for you.  Raise your hand if you INSISTED on getting the souvenier cup from all the crazy MCC dances we had in high school.  I know I did. And I thought of them almost like a collectors item. Dangit...I should have saved those for a nice laugh to look back at. Because now, I laugh thinking that these were actually approved to hand out. Literally, we would leave the dances while parents handed these out. "Here kids, head on over to the QT and buy some beer and Ricks Spiked Lemonade and pour them into this new cup."  {MAJOR Bonus points to anyone who can tell me that guy's name who would always sell to us...WHAT was his name???}  I can only imagine the terror my kids will put me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18aH622SI/AAAAAAAADbE/2sBRmgmu2wE/s1600/little%2Bgirls%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18aH622SI/AAAAAAAADbE/2sBRmgmu2wE/s400/little%2Bgirls%2Bparty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727104234674466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm POSITIVE that I would have died and gone to Heaven if I had this birthday party as a little girl.  And I'm rather confident that I would die and go to Heaven if I have this birthday party now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18Zk6k7PI/AAAAAAAADa8/gT5raVscQLo/s1600/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18Zk6k7PI/AAAAAAAADa8/gT5raVscQLo/s400/hats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727094838258930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18ZSbv6GI/AAAAAAAADa0/H17XgL_Zrqw/s1600/apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP18ZSbv6GI/AAAAAAAADa0/H17XgL_Zrqw/s400/apron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547727089877117026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6692208503359462176?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6692208503359462176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6692208503359462176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6692208503359462176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6692208503359462176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-is-for-party.html' title='P is for Party...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TP189P7GfsI/AAAAAAAADbk/tDEWyd2PXXI/s72-c/banquette_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3569778096584900984</id><published>2010-12-05T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:15:39.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Practical...</title><content type='html'>As much as I would like to wake up December 25 to know that my closet has been re-stocked full of clothes and accessories that will make me forget about all the ones I already have, I know that it is crunch time in the Machen Household. So that translates into: time for practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by practicality, I really am referring to more of a mixture of things I've got my eye on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDigZkaFI/AAAAAAAADas/iE_FDtcyGWE/s1600/Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDigZkaFI/AAAAAAAADas/iE_FDtcyGWE/s400/Tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547383101105399890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've started to get into hot tea these days. I've always been a HUGE fan of sweet iced tea, but now that it is cold out, I find a nice HOT mug of tea really hits the spot in the evenings.  Now I'm no afficianado. In fact, I'm still drinking the Lipton singles. Hey, they aren't the ones to make iced tea... that is an accomplishment in itself for me.  So, to jumpstart me on my budding obsession, I do believe that this guy would do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDc679GuI/AAAAAAAADak/wQWudUKjre8/s1600/Paperwhites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDc679GuI/AAAAAAAADak/wQWudUKjre8/s400/Paperwhites.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547383005149731554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone else love paperwhites as much as I do?  The smell, the aesthetics...they've got the full package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDcfQ0AwI/AAAAAAAADac/GTBVdErrVEQ/s1600/Nativity%2BScene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDcfQ0AwI/AAAAAAAADac/GTBVdErrVEQ/s400/Nativity%2BScene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547382997721023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really am going to need to start collecting some Christmas decor at some point.  And because I haven't had the luxury of wedding registries and even the Christmas shower, I guess I'll have to actually start the collection myself.  What better way than to start with this insanely gorgeous wooden nativity set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDa5-5JaI/AAAAAAAADaU/BONsLJhTW30/s1600/coffee%2Bwarmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDa5-5JaI/AAAAAAAADaU/BONsLJhTW30/s400/coffee%2Bwarmer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547382970533881250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confession.  I cannot drink a mug of coffee without re-heating it at least twice.  My mom has this mug warmer and I always thought they were tacky. Until now. I don't care if they are hideous. I'm getting rather tired of microwaved coffee.  And bonus: if you put a candle in a glass container on here, it does the same trick as a lit candle, sans the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDaMqqTVI/AAAAAAAADaM/pvJD8K4Arl8/s1600/Crowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDaMqqTVI/AAAAAAAADaM/pvJD8K4Arl8/s400/Crowns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547382958369426770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do these even need an explanation?? I think not.  I could almost keep these up year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDZmiCDJI/AAAAAAAADaE/_r-nZ00BrLM/s1600/blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDZmiCDJI/AAAAAAAADaE/_r-nZ00BrLM/s400/blanket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547382948132686994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and I were in Pottery Barn last weekend and I don't know if its because its December or because it was Colorado, but that store had one heck of a blanket collection to choose from. It was a REALLY tough choice, but when I was narrowing down my top pick, I decided on this cable knit throw. One side Cable knit, the other, the most luxurious fleece/sheerling/goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-3569778096584900984?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3569778096584900984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3569778096584900984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3569778096584900984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3569778096584900984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-practical.html' title='More Practical...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPxDigZkaFI/AAAAAAAADas/iE_FDtcyGWE/s72-c/Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4617136583168435605</id><published>2010-12-05T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:21:14.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things...</title><content type='html'>Things I'm loving right now:&lt;br /&gt;-Pajama Weekends {I've not moved my car since I parked it in the garage at 5:30 Friday afternoon}&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas Movies&lt;br /&gt;-Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas Gifts arriving daily via UPS&lt;br /&gt;-Dunkin Doughnuts French Vanilla Coffee&lt;br /&gt;-Delicious Oranges&lt;br /&gt;-cuddly dogs in my lap&lt;br /&gt;-Vaseline {Baby its COLD outside}&lt;br /&gt;-8 pillows and 5 layers of bedding&lt;br /&gt;-piles of delicious smelling folded laundry &lt;br /&gt;-An SEC Championship Win&lt;br /&gt;-HUGE Magnolia Branches in the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;-trying to decide which pair of uggs to get {Short, tall, crocheted, oh the choices:) }&lt;br /&gt;-Candy Apple Green Nail Polish&lt;br /&gt;-Moroccan Oil for a deep conditioner treatment&lt;br /&gt;-Giuliana &amp; Bill re-runs&lt;br /&gt;-Success at the "no spending money" challenge I issued myself {aka "discover how far you can stretch your pantry staples 2010"}.&lt;br /&gt;-Planning out the training schedule for several races I've been conned into {Yes, I said races.  One of which is the Muddy Buddy. Just think...me running/biking through miles of mud against a semi-pro triathlete aka Ryan's Sister. Neat}.&lt;br /&gt;-Counting down the days until our 2 week Christmas celebration begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-4617136583168435605?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4617136583168435605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4617136583168435605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4617136583168435605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4617136583168435605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-things.html' title='A few things...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5747759666685754064</id><published>2010-12-04T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:49:13.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring me back something french...</title><content type='html'>My mom called me from the airport this morning.  Lucky for her and my dad, they get a pre-Christmas vacay to Aruba.  And it is only tradition that the phone conversation before they board the plane, I ask her to "bring me back something French" {bonus points to whoever can name that movie!!}.  Usually their island vacations translate into a new Longchamp bag for me and for Sassy and this go around, I originally asked for the expandable Weekend bag, but then realized we are weeks away from Christmas aka that will be a Christmas gift.  And as much as I love my ever-growing collection of Longchamps, I know there are way too many other things I need and want a bit more than another perfect nylon foldable bag!  So, Santa, if you're still shopping, here are a few things I would LOVE to find under the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vyKJSWI/AAAAAAAADZ0/fpAutkttwdw/s1600/server.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vyKJSWI/AAAAAAAADZ0/fpAutkttwdw/s400/server.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884150931835234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vx9izkI/AAAAAAAADZs/_D7P3ZwX734/s1600/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vx9izkI/AAAAAAAADZs/_D7P3ZwX734/s400/necklace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884150878981698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vZDE-VI/AAAAAAAADZk/JvWtEMREtBY/s1600/erez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vZDE-VI/AAAAAAAADZk/JvWtEMREtBY/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884144191306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vdLK5wI/AAAAAAAADZc/73s3Ov_ZlHc/s1600/B_L_surrounded_necklace_agate6_single_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vdLK5wI/AAAAAAAADZc/73s3Ov_ZlHc/s400/B_L_surrounded_necklace_agate6_single_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884145298990850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9eYEr1xI/AAAAAAAADZU/Kse7ayDWoA8/s1600/8048304105_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9eYEr1xI/AAAAAAAADZU/Kse7ayDWoA8/s400/8048304105_1_1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883851871835922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9eU7iUkI/AAAAAAAADZM/GJjtKAx_b6M/s1600/6188208305_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9eU7iUkI/AAAAAAAADZM/GJjtKAx_b6M/s400/6188208305_1_1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883851028156994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9d3R44JI/AAAAAAAADZE/WmUk59gLnlQ/s1600/5618235803_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9d3R44JI/AAAAAAAADZE/WmUk59gLnlQ/s400/5618235803_1_1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883843068846226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9dbNEX0I/AAAAAAAADY8/LS-vCgZEUPI/s1600/5533243704_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9dbNEX0I/AAAAAAAADY8/LS-vCgZEUPI/s400/5533243704_1_1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883835532435266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9dcokbNI/AAAAAAAADY0/rC9UDxcjOlM/s1600/3126208302_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9dcokbNI/AAAAAAAADY0/rC9UDxcjOlM/s400/3126208302_1_1_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883835916217554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9QG2rL1I/AAAAAAAADYs/a_4dDklsYGM/s1600/23923-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9QG2rL1I/AAAAAAAADYs/a_4dDklsYGM/s400/23923-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883606731501394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9Pp9I8jI/AAAAAAAADYk/tdMn6uvgR74/s1600/2008913700_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9PN2jh0I/AAAAAAAADYU/4-Ck2_x9b1w/s400/21930-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883591430178626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9O15hAyI/AAAAAAAADYM/yb9paMASH5U/s1600/19716-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9O15hAyI/AAAAAAAADYM/yb9paMASH5U/s400/19716-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883585000145698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5747759666685754064?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5747759666685754064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5747759666685754064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5747759666685754064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5747759666685754064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/bring-me-back-something-french.html' title='Bring me back something french...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPp9vyKJSWI/AAAAAAAADZ0/fpAutkttwdw/s72-c/server.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-485551072977355383</id><published>2010-12-01T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:30:12.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Mr. Special...</title><content type='html'>Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado was COLD.  We're talking bathe in Vaseline because your skin gets chapped from being outside 3 minutes.  I didn't mind that detail though. I'm quite the Vaseline enthusiast.  In fact, I have a pot in my desk and another in my purse.  I have a slight obsession, to be honest.  You would really be surprised what wonders that little bit of goo can do.  I slather it on my cuticles probably 7 times a day.  Just a dab to tame the eyebrows.  Pat some on your cheeks with a tiny dab of lipstick and you've got a fabulous cheek stain. And the light bouncing off the Vaseline glisten makes you look like you've just run a few miles.  Just a tiny dab on your eyelids and voila...your eyes suddenly look brighter.  You think I'm joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We frequented the local Starbucks where we Skyped with family, checked work email {like I can stay away}and loaded up on that good stuff that warmed up the bones just enough to gain feeling in my fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping for Christmas gifts and by shopping I mean "point out everything we want so that we can gather ideas for each other."  I find this a much better solution than the old guessing game or in Ryan's case texting my sister.  And I clearly wasn't a fan when he thought it would be funny to try to convince me that he bought my gift at Sam's the week before...gotta love that little rascal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back in Atlanta now. Where its not that much warmer.  Where the storm that blew in was so terrible, it flooded parts of I 285 {and if you're any bit familiar with ATL, you know this is a MAJOR road} and forced me to take the LONGEST route home in the pouring rain through the international district of this lovely city. Don't worry Mom and Dad, I actually used the old college degree when I went through the Mexican portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping is in full force with packages arriving daily and I am always on the hunt for that "perfect gift."  No more waiting until December 23 with only a few dollars to spend. This year, I'm looking for things that are functional, affordable yet luxurious, unique and of course, exactly what the receiver has been wanting {although may not have known it until the moment they rip off the wrapping}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see a few of my picks for that Mr. Special in my life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8uyuIjJI/AAAAAAAADYE/FznGki5s_RA/s1600/Slim%2BJim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8uyuIjJI/AAAAAAAADYE/FznGki5s_RA/s400/Slim%2BJim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897871972797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you're thinking, "Slim Jim's???"  But the boy loves them. Every trip to the grocery, we have the tradition of buying the mini four pack. He eats 3 and I get one.  I always fight for a bite of the third one, but usually lose. So this year, he's getting a BIG box from Sam's.  Beef Jerky...the way to my man's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8unSIEsI/AAAAAAAADX8/s8K0PJde3-Q/s1600/Razor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8unSIEsI/AAAAAAAADX8/s8K0PJde3-Q/s400/Razor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897868902535874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan has a thing about shaving. He claims that it is "stupid."  But I honestly think its because its a hassell to him.  However, I know how to convince him to do something he has zero desire to do...Make it fun!!  Ummmm, how awesome is this??  In Lenox Mall, there is a fabulous little shop that will actually give you the old fashioned shave in the old chair and of course you can buy your own kit.  I think this is just AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8udup_sI/AAAAAAAADX0/8bzeSlJbAV4/s1600/knives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8udup_sI/AAAAAAAADX0/8bzeSlJbAV4/s400/knives.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897866337844930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"One day, I'm going to buy myself one heck of a knife collection."  That's what he said the MOMENT we walked into Williams Sonoma {cutely pronounced as "Williams Somona" by the big ole "five year old"}.  Personally, I'ld prefer he save the $2000 that this set will set him back for a nice little down payment on a sparkler. I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8uJ62y-I/AAAAAAAADXs/-higa-QEtiM/s1600/Grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8uJ62y-I/AAAAAAAADXs/-higa-QEtiM/s400/Grill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897861020306402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What man doesn't love a grill?  I've yet to meet one who doesn't gravitate towards them. In fact, at dinner the other night, my brother waxed poetically about all the consumer reports he's been reading about Weber's and how something will rot in it causing food to taste rotten. While that may be true, it isn't stopping him from loving the art of the grill. Give a man a grill and a bunch of grill tools and he will instantly be happy.  I know this to be true, especially one that has an added gadget...a stereo system. HEY TAILGATING HEAVEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8txam20I/AAAAAAAADXk/jf0h_eP5MJI/s1600/Glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8txam20I/AAAAAAAADXk/jf0h_eP5MJI/s400/Glass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897854442593090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe that every man needs a well thought out bar.  And once a man leaves college, he needs glassware that doesn't have beer or liquor logos.  Is this not perfection?  Whatever, I like them. And it is never too early to start a collection.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8h-gczFI/AAAAAAAADXc/NBv4d-hxyT0/s1600/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8h-gczFI/AAAAAAAADXc/NBv4d-hxyT0/s400/wallet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897651798330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wallet is the man's version of Louis Vuitton.  It is quite prized and never leads his side.  So functionality combined with aesthetics makes this J.Crew wallet the absolute perfect solution to the quest for the perfect sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hmB0qYI/AAAAAAAADXU/ustNRaJOUD8/s1600/Sperry%2BLoafers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hmB0qYI/AAAAAAAADXU/ustNRaJOUD8/s400/Sperry%2BLoafers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897645227420034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If the man in your life is anything like mine, he has a major obsession with Sperry's.  He loves the comfort and could care less about the style.  So when it comes time to put on a loafer that isn't meant to be worn on a boat, these would be the perfect solution. And an added bonus, no fights about "those look like something a pretty boy would wear." Simply tell him, "honey these are Sperry's" and you win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hCtOhgI/AAAAAAAADXM/LM7jnAEgMEI/s1600/Jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hCtOhgI/AAAAAAAADXM/LM7jnAEgMEI/s400/Jacket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897635745793538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every man needs a stylish jacket in his closet.  This is actually quite a task to find one that is stylish but that he actually will agree to.  I love this one.  You can thank Jenna Lyons at J.Crew for thinking this through.  Thank you Jenna for ALL that you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hDrDMBI/AAAAAAAADXE/xbIlKxplWos/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8hDrDMBI/AAAAAAAADXE/xbIlKxplWos/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897636005097490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if I REALLY feel like pushing my luck, these suckers make for a VERY stylish man.  Guaranteed that he will turn his nose up to them for at least 2 weeks, but I am 100% positive I will show him that style is not simply for "pretty boys."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8g3Mnr7I/AAAAAAAADW8/zWcAEV-jpFQ/s1600/Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8g3Mnr7I/AAAAAAAADW8/zWcAEV-jpFQ/s400/Bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545897632656240562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, Ryan and I do a lot of traveling these days.  In fact, we made a mile long list of all the places in this world that we want to travel to some day.  If you've flown anytime recently, you know that it is in your best interest to not check luggage.  So if you think things through for more than a split second, you'll see that taking a carry on suitcase paired with something like this is genius.  Go ahead and pat yourself on packing smart and saving a good $70!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&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/2776122030831105578-485551072977355383?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/485551072977355383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=485551072977355383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/485551072977355383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/485551072977355383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-mr-special.html' title='For the Mr. Special...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TPb8uyuIjJI/AAAAAAAADYE/FznGki5s_RA/s72-c/Slim%2BJim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8204390127248314179</id><published>2010-11-26T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T13:10:57.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, Help me!...</title><content type='html'>I'll be short and sweet {no worries a long post to come soon...hopefully more entertaining}.  I'm out in Colorado in 20 degree weather. Where 20 degrees sounds warm to the locals. Where no amount of ugg boot/scarf/hundreds of layers/gloves/ear muffs/etc. combo makes you feel normal. Where it hurts to breathe because the air is so dry and thin and where my hair is static city.  And though it sounds like I'm complaining, very from that actually.  After a LOVELY thanksgiving dinner with friends in their new beautiful home, we're pulling the Rachel/Ryan usual and chilling at Starbucks right now.  That makes for two days in a row.  And now we're just in countdown mode for the holiest 4 hours of the year...IRON BOWL that is.  I'm decked out in orange and blue and so is RY and Buffalo Wild Wings is calling our names.  Until then, I've left it up to Ry to decide what we are to do and here was his request. &lt;br /&gt;RY: "Let's just go to Target and Best Buy to look around. I've never gone shopping the day after Thanksgiving."&lt;br /&gt;Rach: "Ok, what are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;{Keep in mind, we are 80% done with Christmas shopping, big pat on the back}&lt;br /&gt;RY:  "Oh nothing, just wanted to look around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8204390127248314179?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8204390127248314179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8204390127248314179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8204390127248314179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8204390127248314179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/lord-help-me.html' title='Lord, Help me!...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6012860744391700104</id><published>2010-11-19T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:31:45.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You never wanted to know...</title><content type='html'>One of my REALLY good friends, Tiffany, recently posted about all the things you don't know about her that you probably never wanted to know.  And it was just fabulous.  I begged her to send me a list of questions to answer about myself I find it hard to come up with these random facts about myself.  I remember at my college orientation {Camp War Eagle}, we were divided into groups of probably 15 people and one of the ice breakers was to tell something about yourself that nobody knows. Immediately my mind went BLANK.  People were telling all kinds of cool random facts and I could come up with NOTHING.  Well, I'm here to tell you that I have some weird quirks and random facts that most people don't know.  And if you're bored enough, you'll suffer through this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've NEVER trick or treated.  Yes. I said that.  A lot of my friends know this, but I do believe that this is one of those facts that wow the crowds when these icebreaker activities happen.  So, the story is that my mother doesn't believe in Halloween for religious reasons.  Growing up, I didn't understand it one bit. Every year, my siblings and I would BEG her to allow us to make that year the exception, but she never budged. I have to say that I'm quite impressed that she stuck to her guns because we were relentless.  So no, I've never dressed up as a princess and rang a neighbor's door and held out the plastic pumpkin to be filled with candy.  In fact, when the day comes that I take my children trick or treating, I will have NO clue what to do.  Not that it is complicated, but still.  I will let my kids participate, but I will never allow them to dress as devils, witches, ghosts, vampires or anything else "evil" like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm obsessed with handwriting. I have several fonts I alternate between.  When I was in second grade, my Grandmomma and I pulled out the Encyclopedia and literally practiced cursive for hours.  She is just that awesome.  Its probably one of my sweetest memories with her.  I receive compliments all the time on my handwriting now,except from my mom {who claims its hard to read, but we agree to disagree}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a major creature of habit.  I have routines like no other.  I guess its the OCD coming out, but I do them to make life easier.  I don't ever wonder at 2pm if my back door is locked. I KNOW its locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm constantly imagining new things for decorating my house. Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a magazine freak. LOVE them. I read them once and then display them.  Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm a romantic sap at heart.  I'm pretty sure that every boy I've ever had a crush on, I've at some point imagined being married to him and what life would be like as his wife. However, I can honestly say that I've only done the 4th grade write out your "future name" with his last name with two boys. I take that seriously.  And the other day, I heard a co-worker on the phone with a client whose name is Rachel Nelson. I got VERY weirded out when I immediately responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Speaking of names, I've had my future kids' names picked out for years. If you know me at all you already know what they are. However, one has changed in the past few months. Maybe in a few years, you'll see what I've claimed. And for any of you gals who take one of these reserved names, I'll hunt you down. Just kidding {a smidge}.  In fact, an old friend somewhat ripped off one of the names. And lets just say we are NOT friends anymore.  You know who you are :). Its silly, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have a major obsession with nail polish. In high school, there were 3 classmates who had the most gorgeous nails. I was so incredibly jealous. Since then, I've always worked to keep my nails looking just like theirs.  To this day, whenever I see them, that is the FIRST thing I look at.  And no, I will not admit to who these girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I secretly want my own reality show just so I can watch all the little odd things I do that I have no idea I do.  You never know that you have have a staring problem until someone points it out. What better way to discover this than have cameras documenting your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am terrified of the noise that dirt bikes and four wheelers make. But only if I'm in the woods.  I grew up in a neighborhood that had a huge field behind our house. And by field, I mean woods.  Without fail, if I heard a dirt bike off in the distance, I would have a panic attack.  Still to this day, if you were to put me in the woods and monitor my heart rate when a dirt bike is close by, it would be off the charts.  This is also my recurring nightmare, that someone is coming after me on a motorcycle. Ironically, I REALLY want to do a weekend Harley ride.  Strange, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I despise instructions.  Anything that requires me to follow step after step...I'm not a fan. Recipes, furniture assembly, sewing...you name it, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I only wash my hair 2 or 3 times a week.  You think gross, my hairdresser tells me this is perfect to keep my hair healthy and shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  The sight of a snake makes me nauseous.  In high school, I was out with friends when we came across a dead 6 foot snake. My friend Sara stopped the car, got out, and put the snake in a garbage bag where we proceeded to track down our Environmental Science teacher in the grocery store and insisted on showing her. I was terrified the whole time. Snakes make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I secretly want to play super market sweep. I also want to scream when its silent in church. Just a few things on my bucket list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I drive like a grandma. And I have the accident history to prove it. ZERO that were my fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. If you survived reading that without falling asleep or drooling, let me know and I'll send you a gift in the mail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6012860744391700104?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6012860744391700104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6012860744391700104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6012860744391700104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6012860744391700104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-never-wanted-to-know.html' title='You never wanted to know...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7839650490595894111</id><published>2010-11-14T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:00:16.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Folded Catalog Pages...</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the Christmas wish list theme, have a sneak peek of the things I've got folded on my J.Crew catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFEQsfq8I/AAAAAAAADWk/vJKaXmKHueM/s1600/erez%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFEQsfq8I/AAAAAAAADWk/vJKaXmKHueM/s400/erez%2B%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539433112424917954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always looking for a multi-purpose bag.  One that I can take to the grocery, tag along with me for a fun night out and also function as one of my carry ons for all the traveling I do.  I do believe that this is just the perfect option!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFELnw2MI/AAAAAAAADWc/QjUyKCNJL5w/s1600/erez%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFELnw2MI/AAAAAAAADWc/QjUyKCNJL5w/s400/erez%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539433111062894786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you know, I'm a jewelry freak.  I love it all. And what I really love is laying different looks.  This bracelet is rough and simple.  Perfect to be paired with something like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDSQXeMI/AAAAAAAADWU/XVzJUiwdUB8/s1600/erez%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDSQXeMI/AAAAAAAADWU/XVzJUiwdUB8/s400/erez%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539433095663941826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just looks like it came from a grandmother's collection.  I think it is pretty enough to be worn alone with your favorite LBD {think Christmas cocktail parties that are quickly approaching} and versatile enough to be paired with the leather bracelet pictured above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for you ladies who don't feel brave enough for that, there are still options for you. If you're the Yurman clad type, this would look SO amazing paired with a stack of yurmans!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDStxAmI/AAAAAAAADWM/9gOTJf-mD6Y/s1600/erez%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDStxAmI/AAAAAAAADWM/9gOTJf-mD6Y/s400/erez%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539433095787250274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This fall I've organized my size challenged closet to have enough room for my growing cardigan collection.  However, I've quickly noticed that I could use a few that more with some za za zu. Wouldn't this just be the perfect one to add??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDLEBm3I/AAAAAAAADWE/7QqSEpwtsqM/s1600/erez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFDLEBm3I/AAAAAAAADWE/7QqSEpwtsqM/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539433093733129074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because jeans, t-shirts and fleece jackets don't cut it here in Atlanta, I need a few stylish yet comfortable pieces for the weekend trips to Kroger and Trader Joes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7839650490595894111?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7839650490595894111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7839650490595894111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7839650490595894111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7839650490595894111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/folded-catalog-pages.html' title='Folded Catalog Pages...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TOAFEQsfq8I/AAAAAAAADWk/vJKaXmKHueM/s72-c/erez%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1189385138329751238</id><published>2010-11-13T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:43:39.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List...</title><content type='html'>I decided to spend the weekend at home this weekend.  We spent the morning visiting my Grandmomma {who is beyond precious} and now I'm on the edge of my seat watching my Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, my mom kept probing me for Christmas gift ideas. And while I don't have anything major that I want, I CAN tell you this. I would like to see any of these under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8Qffo-zPI/AAAAAAAADV0/DMYo4iFWscM/s1600/New%2BOrleans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8Qffo-zPI/AAAAAAAADV0/DMYo4iFWscM/s400/New%2BOrleans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539164199944375538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've wanted this book for YEARS. This was sold in the boutique I worked in during college. I would read through it all the time.  I WILL have this on my coffee table one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8QfeKA4EI/AAAAAAAADVs/kyVWUveSRYo/s1600/Meat%2Bclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8QfeKA4EI/AAAAAAAADVs/kyVWUveSRYo/s400/Meat%2Bclub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539164199546052674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope she doesn't read this, but Ryan's sister Heidi will be receiving this for Christmas.  We always joke on the guys for thinking that a meal can consist of meat, meat and more meat.  In fact, one time we allowed them to make the meal without our intervention.  There were three types of meat and several sauces. When we asked where the sides are, we were told that we "don't need them."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8QfH7uA7I/AAAAAAAADVk/6qnQBTc44-o/s1600/bobby-mcalpine-book-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8QfH7uA7I/AAAAAAAADVk/6qnQBTc44-o/s400/bobby-mcalpine-book-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539164193580516274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been told  this book is everything I would imagine it to be.  I REALLY want this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8Qe4gIYuI/AAAAAAAADVc/VRPfDZfqDBU/s1600/cake%2Bpops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8Qe4gIYuI/AAAAAAAADVc/VRPfDZfqDBU/s400/cake%2Bpops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539164189438272226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enter Heaven on a stick. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, a co-worker of time brought some of these in for someone's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just take my word for it. These are hands down the yummiest thing you will EVER eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-1189385138329751238?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1189385138329751238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1189385138329751238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1189385138329751238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1189385138329751238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN8Qffo-zPI/AAAAAAAADV0/DMYo4iFWscM/s72-c/New%2BOrleans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6187778223539331086</id><published>2010-11-12T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:06:30.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Recap...</title><content type='html'>I promised pictures so here they are. They may be late, but here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we had a FABULOUS weekend visit to Auburn. I'm pretty sure I haven't been this happy in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K1_an6QI/AAAAAAAADVU/RLTZ2Bdo7VM/s1600/Picture%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K1_an6QI/AAAAAAAADVU/RLTZ2Bdo7VM/s400/Picture%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538876514384734466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sassy and her bff, Gracen came to our tailgate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K1qKfJCI/AAAAAAAADVM/IdIovjPOe58/s1600/Picture%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K1qKfJCI/AAAAAAAADVM/IdIovjPOe58/s400/Picture%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538876508679906338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we have a convert at Toomer's Corner. When I informed him that I'm buying season tickets next year, he was quite excited!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K0pQUJbI/AAAAAAAADVE/8h0aDVjAZeM/s1600/Picture%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K0pQUJbI/AAAAAAAADVE/8h0aDVjAZeM/s400/Picture%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538876491256047026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tailgating with my old college roomates. Heidi works at Under Armour, so we scored some AWESOME parking spots for our tailgate...please notice the stadium directly behind us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K0cjsoWI/AAAAAAAADU8/8kL2QhyodCA/s1600/Picture%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K0cjsoWI/AAAAAAAADU8/8kL2QhyodCA/s400/Picture%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538876487847682402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the caption for this would be funny. Evyan and I were in Sky Bar looking around at all the young ones going wild.  And then we both realized that we had on cardigans.  How does that happen?  We were out at THE "it bar" dressed like Grandmas!  And we called it a night at 12pm. I threw the towel in first and everyone followed immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More to come this weekend. I have several ideas of things to post.  HAPPY FRIDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6187778223539331086?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6187778223539331086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6187778223539331086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6187778223539331086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6187778223539331086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/auburn-recap.html' title='Auburn Recap...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TN4K1_an6QI/AAAAAAAADVU/RLTZ2Bdo7VM/s72-c/Picture%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3380700101882093453</id><published>2010-11-10T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:10:14.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaaaaaaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest apologies for my absence. It has not been by choice, by any means. A month ago, my computer bit the dust.  According to my very helpful IT guy at work, the video card is dead which, for a four year old laptop, means one thing: funeral time.  And since I can't blog on my company's network, I've basically been helpless when it comes to the blog world.  Trust me, if there was a way I could blog while on my lunch, I would have done it a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be short and sweet, I'll play catch up as best as I can.  This will be short because I only have signal outside right now {my home internet isn't cooperating either} and its getting rather chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has been rather uneventful unfortunately.  With the exception of a weekend visit from my Colorado boy, I've been up to my old tricks.  And by tricks, I mean the following: work, relaxing on the weekends and that's about all. Squeeze in some major internet investigation about my beloved Cam Newton every hour on the hour for the past week, and there you have it...my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could post some pictures, because thankfully they were salvaged, but it is taking FOREVER to upload them.  So hopefully, I can figure that out asap.  One step at a time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked how things are going with the Mr. and I'm happy to report that things are just wonderful!  God's timing is just perfect and His blessings are well worth the wait, I can tell you that.  I'll be boarding a plane the day before Thanksgiving to fly out to Colorado to spend Turkey Day weekend in the cold with Ryan. Its kind of our tradition to spend Thanksgiving together, just the two of us. I'm excited to see some snow and of course, to see him too!!  And for those wondering, YES, long distance relationships are HARD.  But we've done it before and we'll make do for the time being until he moves here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all the emails telling me that you miss me on here.  Just goes to show that there are a few people who follow this silly little thing.  I've missed you guys like no other!! Keep sharing the love and email me what you want some posts on. Its seems as though the ideas are on backorder as far as this blog is concerned, so I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night.  Its SOOOOO good to be back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-3380700101882093453?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3380700101882093453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3380700101882093453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3380700101882093453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3380700101882093453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-baaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='im baaaaaaaaaaack!!'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6683221541129260748</id><published>2010-10-10T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:23:54.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Humor Me...</title><content type='html'>I know I've already blogged about my uneventful weekend, but just humor me once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been anything but uneventful in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played MAJOR catch up with these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItxOtVSPI/AAAAAAAADU0/wHzNZxxuMA8/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526530016522094834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItxOtVSPI/AAAAAAAADU0/wHzNZxxuMA8/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pulled out the camera to play with it a bit and caught these pictures that capture my dogs' personalites to the T!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwwgoeOI/AAAAAAAADUs/vbHmK78Eb7o/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526530008415762658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwwgoeOI/AAAAAAAADUs/vbHmK78Eb7o/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwhvLH7I/AAAAAAAADUk/pZ1Qq9wCcls/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526530004450222002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwhvLH7I/AAAAAAAADUk/pZ1Qq9wCcls/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwOkH_AI/AAAAAAAADUc/axP0pWgSJw4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526529999303605250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItwOkH_AI/AAAAAAAADUc/axP0pWgSJw4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watched the overrated Crimson Tide drop down from the number 1 spot all the way down to 8 while we gladly gave them that spot and moved up to 7.  I stayed on the phone with my mom while the clock played out and we just laughed and laughed.  My favorite part was Satan {sorry, I mean Saban} and his walk of shame off the field.  The only thing rolling last night was the toilet paper at Toomers Corner!!  This ought to make for a VERY entertaining Monday morning meeting tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-6683221541129260748?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6683221541129260748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6683221541129260748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6683221541129260748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6683221541129260748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-humor-me.html' title='Just Humor Me...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLItxOtVSPI/AAAAAAAADU0/wHzNZxxuMA8/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4696444720594933893</id><published>2010-10-09T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:09:57.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Its a slow weekend around here. I've spent the day curled up with these two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLC8H1teT-I/AAAAAAAADUU/AM5h4yximmo/s1600/bubbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLC8H1teT-I/AAAAAAAADUU/AM5h4yximmo/s400/bubbies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526123585646514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've piled blankets on the sofa and camped out in front of the TV.  My favorite candles are burning, so the house smells like Anthropologie {a mix of clove and peach....mmmmmmm}.  The sunlight is pouring in the living room.  Bravo TV is not disappointing one bit {The Salahi's are nut jobs and its quite obvious that the whole cast is re-enacting the whole debacle...very badly at that}and I'm playing major catch up with the blog world.  The only thing that would make this day even better is an iced coffee {a maybe a certain someone :) }.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-4696444720594933893?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4696444720594933893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4696444720594933893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4696444720594933893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4696444720594933893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLC8H1teT-I/AAAAAAAADUU/AM5h4yximmo/s72-c/bubbies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7740999380077519046</id><published>2010-10-09T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:03:21.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For your bambinos...</title><content type='html'>I have so many friends who are in 100% mommy mode. It seems like every time I log in to facebook or blogs, there is another pretty nursery popping up.  I love how each nursery is so completely different from the next. So much love is put into each room.  While I won't be buying cribs and changing tables any time soon, I do know that when that day does come, I want to create a fabulous room for a bambino.  The other day, I stumbled across a site for you mommies out there.  Check out &lt;a href="www.ohdeedoh.com"&gt;ohdeedoh&lt;/a&gt; for all kinds of nursery and children's rooms inspiration.  This site is connected to Apartment Therapy, so if you're a loyal follower like me, you know its bound to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzo_Wb5aI/AAAAAAAADUM/3nnC1T91y6s/s1600/fromthecloset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzo_Wb5aI/AAAAAAAADUM/3nnC1T91y6s/s400/fromthecloset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043890821096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE the color scheme in this room. In fact, I'm eventually doing this in my bedroom! Only, no cribs or baby books! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzoaFtoMI/AAAAAAAADUE/b2lOnBOC3yo/s1600/042610-finn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzoaFtoMI/AAAAAAAADUE/b2lOnBOC3yo/s400/042610-finn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043880818843842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cool is this?? I love that the bedding isn't the typical baby animals or florals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzoAlswEI/AAAAAAAADT8/atjdqiyUlgQ/s1600/2010-08-taryn1_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzoAlswEI/AAAAAAAADT8/atjdqiyUlgQ/s400/2010-08-taryn1_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043873973682242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE the modern edge of this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzf8fqgBI/AAAAAAAADT0/cfM698AHeg8/s1600/2010-07-osianna1_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzf8fqgBI/AAAAAAAADT0/cfM698AHeg8/s400/2010-07-osianna1_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043735435673618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this room is simply magical. Any little girl is lucky to have something this pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfvHG5aI/AAAAAAAADTs/EujkTDMwO40/s1600/2010-06-dylan_sm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfvHG5aI/AAAAAAAADTs/EujkTDMwO40/s400/2010-06-dylan_sm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043731843016098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfcaoT6I/AAAAAAAADTk/J3krTlUL98g/s1600/2010-05-violet_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfcaoT6I/AAAAAAAADTk/J3krTlUL98g/s400/2010-05-violet_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043726824624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfBephrI/AAAAAAAADTc/iqs1xrZTstw/s1600/2010-05-sam1_rect540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzfBephrI/AAAAAAAADTc/iqs1xrZTstw/s400/2010-05-sam1_rect540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043719593723570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzeySw7GI/AAAAAAAADTU/BBavWroBkHM/s1600/2010-04-leighton1_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzeySw7GI/AAAAAAAADTU/BBavWroBkHM/s400/2010-04-leighton1_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526043715517344866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7740999380077519046?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7740999380077519046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7740999380077519046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7740999380077519046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7740999380077519046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-your-bambinos.html' title='For your bambinos...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TLBzo_Wb5aI/AAAAAAAADUM/3nnC1T91y6s/s72-c/fromthecloset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5366001553570367971</id><published>2010-10-05T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:44:12.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly....</title><content type='html'>Its getting quite chilly here.  I'm not quite used to this.  I'm pretty sure this is almost as cold as it ever got in Florida.  So, my closet is NOT prepared. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure, I want/need these!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKuzg022H3I/AAAAAAAADS8/C7eG7syHPI4/s1600/08K09XCOR_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKuzg022H3I/AAAAAAAADS8/C7eG7syHPI4/s400/08K09XCOR_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524706744425914226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5366001553570367971?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5366001553570367971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5366001553570367971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5366001553570367971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5366001553570367971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/chilly.html' title='chilly....'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKuzg022H3I/AAAAAAAADS8/C7eG7syHPI4/s72-c/08K09XCOR_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-2028790810850957107</id><published>2010-10-02T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:01:01.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the elevator...</title><content type='html'>Today is delivery day for the new furniture. They were late {to be expected} so I was already a wee bit frustrated.  Fast forward to the first trip from the truck to the house.  We got STUCK in the elevator.  No lie. One hour of pure torture. After several panic attacks, I finally escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucker is on its way OUT of here {just waiting to go to its new home a few doors over...now housed in front of the fridge???}...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKdyOhzWbSI/AAAAAAAADS0/ekLo01KfmSA/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKdyOhzWbSI/AAAAAAAADS0/ekLo01KfmSA/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523509061910687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the NEW living room!! New sofa that I've been drooling over for MONTHS. New coffee table that is sheer perfection and new side tables to match. I'm a big girl now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKdyObp9dWI/AAAAAAAADSs/eJs4xok7qV8/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKdyObp9dWI/AAAAAAAADSs/eJs4xok7qV8/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523509060260689250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-2028790810850957107?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/2028790810850957107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=2028790810850957107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2028790810850957107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2028790810850957107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuck-in-elevator.html' title='Stuck in the elevator...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKdyOhzWbSI/AAAAAAAADS0/ekLo01KfmSA/s72-c/IMG_1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6643239199942961165</id><published>2010-10-01T20:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:18:06.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese City, USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKZ6MuMZT9I/AAAAAAAADSk/C9TsQPQUcms/s1600/reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKZ6MuMZT9I/AAAAAAAADSk/C9TsQPQUcms/s400/reception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523236351993532370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhemmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is FINALLY an announcement to be made.  Several of you have known this has been in the works for quite some time and MANY of you are reading this super confused. But its official.  This girl is off the market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't really think the blog world is the place to share every detail, I will spare you. But I can tell you this...God's plan is flawless.  That is one thing I've learned in the past 16 months without Ryan.  I just go where He leads me. And yes, I'm on cloud nine to finally have EVERYTHING I've ever wanted.  Its just to good to be true. Someone pinch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are those that are worried, but in the words of Carrie Underwood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've given me everything that I will need&lt;br /&gt;To make it through this crazy thing called life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you watch me grow up and always want whats best for me&lt;br /&gt;And I think I found the answer to your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is good, so good&lt;br /&gt;He treats your little girl like a real man should&lt;br /&gt;He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps&lt;br /&gt;No he's never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;So dont you worry about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I went there. Cheese City, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6643239199942961165?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6643239199942961165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6643239199942961165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6643239199942961165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6643239199942961165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheese-city-usa.html' title='Cheese City, USA'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKZ6MuMZT9I/AAAAAAAADSk/C9TsQPQUcms/s72-c/reception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8059114636518590023</id><published>2010-09-30T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:13:20.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love...</title><content type='html'>I had it all planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a date with my DVR. I had lots of TV to catch up with. I was half way through one show, when I heard a big knock on the door.  I was tempted to ignore it, but something said to ignore it. So I opened the door and I soon found this bundle of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEuccWeI/AAAAAAAADSU/H_YmVX-Aojk/s1600/2010-09-30+18.34.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEuccWeI/AAAAAAAADSU/H_YmVX-Aojk/s400/2010-09-30+18.34.00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522861281156815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{please excuse the bad quality...it was taken on my phone}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But please meet our new neighbor friend, Sophie.  Isn't she just a ball of furry deliciousness?  I had to share.  Although there are two residents in my house who weren't as thrilled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEQWqpsI/AAAAAAAADSM/pqk9f8FOxUo/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEQWqpsI/AAAAAAAADSM/pqk9f8FOxUo/s400/164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522861273079523010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although little man did find Sophie to be quite intriguing. Let's just say, he's a romancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEICjGyI/AAAAAAAADSE/tguDeYOcsFw/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEICjGyI/AAAAAAAADSE/tguDeYOcsFw/s400/163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522861270847658786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all Maddie girl could do was look at me with that classic, "Just don't bring her home with us" look.  Bless little Bubbie's heart. She's raised two little yorkies and is D.O.N.E. playing surrogate momma/big sister. She said she is completely fine with just little Tinky Winky {Lexington} and Lemon {Hudson} being the tag alongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8059114636518590023?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8059114636518590023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8059114636518590023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8059114636518590023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8059114636518590023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKUlEuccWeI/AAAAAAAADSU/H_YmVX-Aojk/s72-c/2010-09-30+18.34.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-912408407288781993</id><published>2010-09-27T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:41:24.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick day finds...</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling under the weather the past few days. So when I woke up swimming in tissues with my ribs hurting so bad from coughing the past few days, I decided to stop fighting it and took the day off. I do believe that was my first sick day in over a year {sidenote: I just really appreciate working for a company that is 100% okay with me taking the day off and NOT work while downing Chicken noodle soup and bathing in Vicks Vapor Rub every 20 minutes}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the majority of the day was spent sleeping on the sofa, but in the small bits of time I was awake, I did a little internet browsing.  Jenna's picks from J.Crew were emailed to me, so of course my interest was sparked.  The shoes. Oh the shoes.  If they weren't $300 a pop, I would sweep them all up immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExrMB0fI/AAAAAAAADR8/6bmBWuxsGag/s1600/moccasin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExrMB0fI/AAAAAAAADR8/6bmBWuxsGag/s400/moccasin.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521770238330393074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I crazy? I REALLY like these moccasins.  They're lined with shearling and would be perfect for a cold Sunday afternoon trip to the grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExsZglEI/AAAAAAAADR0/czHsNuLdeKM/s1600/tilly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExsZglEI/AAAAAAAADR0/czHsNuLdeKM/s400/tilly.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521770238655370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The zipper in the back...Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExX81VSI/AAAAAAAADRs/-z2z175xlak/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExX81VSI/AAAAAAAADRs/-z2z175xlak/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521770233166386466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where do I even begin with these?? So perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-912408407288781993?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/912408407288781993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=912408407288781993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/912408407288781993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/912408407288781993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/sick-day-finds.html' title='Sick day finds...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TKFExrMB0fI/AAAAAAAADR8/6bmBWuxsGag/s72-c/moccasin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4014414374570104852</id><published>2010-09-25T16:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:54:46.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent additions...</title><content type='html'>I had several hours on a plane last weekend to study some fashion mags and very quickly realized I needed to do some MAJOR updating in the wardrobe department. I don't know if its the creative outlet that Atlanta is so well known for or if my style has changed, but I'm finding myself not really liking the traditional Banana Republic look anymore.  I like individuality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pieces I've added {more to come whenever I get them photographed}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5fTUu6ZBI/AAAAAAAADRk/Eza2JMAAllo/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5fTUu6ZBI/AAAAAAAADRk/Eza2JMAAllo/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520954978790433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this necklace on someone's blog and fell head over heels for it.  Even though its hanging on top of another necklace, you can still see how fun it is. And YES, I do layer it.  Because too much is sometimes a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5ea2f1E9I/AAAAAAAADRc/QIVYYXtnhnk/s1600/3658156712_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5ea2f1E9I/AAAAAAAADRc/QIVYYXtnhnk/s400/3658156712_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520954008601433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This top from Zara is just perfect.  It is literally one of those pieces you can take from work to night in a snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eaYtmNcI/AAAAAAAADRU/wkPwG04TFVI/s1600/18381210_004_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eaYtmNcI/AAAAAAAADRU/wkPwG04TFVI/s400/18381210_004_b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520954000606115266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been drooling over these pants for quite some time. You've probably seen all the celebrity sporting the $300 JBrand version of these in all the gossip mags.  Don't get me wrong. I LOVE JBrand. I have a pair of skinny jeans from them and they are worth every penny.  I only regret not buying the flair leg pair back in my Behind the Glass days.  Anyway, they make a pair of skinny cargos JUST like these but the price tag is just ridic.  So when Sassy and I went into Anthropologie a few weeks ago, I just wanted to see what the hype was about. I actually found a more reasonably priced pair. When I tried them on, I melted. They are by far the most comfy pants I've ever worn and believe it or not, VERY flattering.  So, I thought it over for a while {because they are rather trendy and I have a rule about not spending too much on trendy items} and decided to make them mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eaN7O9AI/AAAAAAAADRM/kFnP02fPJ_U/s1600/76449022-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eaN7O9AI/AAAAAAAADRM/kFnP02fPJ_U/s400/76449022-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520953997710521346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely cannot wait to wear this top over some dark skinnies and booties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eZzr0zyI/AAAAAAAADRE/-2mMi9Fnscc/s1600/63316564-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eZzr0zyI/AAAAAAAADRE/-2mMi9Fnscc/s400/63316564-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520953990666571554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a pair of cowboy boots waiting to be worn with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eZgPZK7I/AAAAAAAADQ8/pBcHyuhd7sc/s1600/00004052-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5eZgPZK7I/AAAAAAAADQ8/pBcHyuhd7sc/s400/00004052-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520953985447046066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Call me Kelly Kapowski, but I'm a sucker for a comfy oversized shirt that naturally falls off the shoulder.  I LOVE it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-4014414374570104852?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4014414374570104852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4014414374570104852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4014414374570104852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4014414374570104852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/recent-additions.html' title='Recent additions...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJ5fTUu6ZBI/AAAAAAAADRk/Eza2JMAAllo/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-417888745827202457</id><published>2010-09-22T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:32:48.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Couple...</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm FINALLY going to take the plunge. I've been talking about it for probably a year now. But since funding has been allowed, I'm actually going to stop dreaming about it and make it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, my coffee table is on its last leg. Literally.  Its one round of chase from the pupsters and this table will be kapootz.I love its design and functionality, but it is way past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I put in a request to my favorite design on a dime buddy, Sara, to send me options.  I've had an idea what I want for quite some time.  I DO NOT want the classic dark wood coffee table.  So when she sent me this, I just about melted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJqCEx0vcOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/WnX-eIU-zuc/s1600/nate-berkus-bamboo-style-metal-table%7E401970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJqCEx0vcOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/WnX-eIU-zuc/s400/nate-berkus-bamboo-style-metal-table%7E401970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519867311901602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And added bonus, I will FINALLY be purchasing this gem as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJqCEozR2hI/AAAAAAAADQs/GrvBsh8My6A/s1600/K_1232827_SA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJqCEozR2hI/AAAAAAAADQs/GrvBsh8My6A/s400/K_1232827_SA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519867309479549458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they make such a perfect couple?? I sure think they do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to magazine heaven land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-417888745827202457?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/417888745827202457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=417888745827202457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/417888745827202457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/417888745827202457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-couple.html' title='Perfect Couple...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJqCEx0vcOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/WnX-eIU-zuc/s72-c/nate-berkus-bamboo-style-metal-table%7E401970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7844116531601279633</id><published>2010-09-21T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:25:33.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going green...</title><content type='html'>Colorado was great. Just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more things I definitely have needed for a while and don't know how I've made do without...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the plastic- looks like a to go cup but oh so re-usable- tall cup.  Not to be confused with the tervis tumbler {which hold a very special place in my heart}, this bad boy is the perfect solution to my iced coffee spills as I walk in the office every morning.  Or in reality, the solution to nixxing my sweet tea addiction.  Instead of a large glass of milos, I'm swapping over to iced coffee. Not really a healthier move??  At least there will be less sugar intake. And I will look super cool with my attempt at going green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJlZFXKuQDI/AAAAAAAADQg/an6Q6Xrp3fE/s1600/clear+cup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJlZFXKuQDI/AAAAAAAADQg/an6Q6Xrp3fE/s400/clear+cup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519540766972461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then for this winter when I can actually drink hot coffee without sweating, this bad boy will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJlZE7-XjeI/AAAAAAAADQY/ay64cCoV6TI/s1600/Copco-To-Go-Cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJlZE7-XjeI/AAAAAAAADQY/ay64cCoV6TI/s400/Copco-To-Go-Cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519540759672884706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stalkers, head over to Bed Bath and Beyond.  For under $20, these two pieces of awesome can be yours. And you know you'll feel good about going green. I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7844116531601279633?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7844116531601279633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7844116531601279633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7844116531601279633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7844116531601279633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-green.html' title='Going green...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJlZFXKuQDI/AAAAAAAADQg/an6Q6Xrp3fE/s72-c/clear+cup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-2129088112855930980</id><published>2010-09-16T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:05:19.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All packed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFz9ImEI/AAAAAAAADQQ/jHbg3GY591c/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517588042049165378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFz9ImEI/AAAAAAAADQQ/jHbg3GY591c/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFfuqGTI/AAAAAAAADQI/wkio2azTels/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517588036619737394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFfuqGTI/AAAAAAAADQI/wkio2azTels/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, you read correctly. I'm hopping on  a plane in just a few hours and heading out to go visit that cutie patootie. I've gotten several reports from co-workers who have just returned from Colorado that I am going to LOVE the weather right now.  I'm not sure how much nicer it can be than it is here, but they all swear its fab.  The camera is packed {along with LOTS of fun fall clothes...that I somehow managed to fit in one carry on suitcase...other bag is full of work fun} and I hope to bring back LOTS of fun pictures and stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would make this day even better would be if I could take this little one along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFJO2blI/AAAAAAAADQA/gDuabr4UJzk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517588030580747858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFJO2blI/AAAAAAAADQA/gDuabr4UJzk/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves her daddy more than anything in the world.  He would FLIP OUT if I popped off the plane with this little lady {and of course Hudson, but especially Madison}.  Not this time. They're in great hands with their Aunt Sar at college.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-2129088112855930980?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/2129088112855930980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=2129088112855930980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2129088112855930980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2129088112855930980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-packed.html' title='All packed...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TJJpFz9ImEI/AAAAAAAADQQ/jHbg3GY591c/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6585321498698929484</id><published>2010-09-13T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:22:24.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was a pile...</title><content type='html'>This morning I whipped out the Uggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just go ahead and say that you can save your comments. I don't need them one bit. I believe I've blogged several times about this. I love them. They aren't going anywhere. Literally. They'll stay in my house and that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that crisp breeze this morning just jump started me in a huge way to wanting to just throw out EVERY SINGLE piece of summer clothes and welcome everything fall into my way too small closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up for just a smidge.  Last Saturday, Sassy and I decided to work off our delicious Greek lunches and take a fun powerwalk/window browsing trip to Lenox Mall.  We went into several stores that left me in tears. Why oh why must I be on a budget? WHY!?!?  And the one store that REALLY left this effect on me is Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the actual color palette for their fall 2010 collection that drew me in or the major equestrian theme, I'm not sure.  Whatever it was, I literally forced myself to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XhRXXBlI/AAAAAAAADP4/8QzeG0ExQ64/s1600/7873601707_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XhRXXBlI/AAAAAAAADP4/8QzeG0ExQ64/s400/7873601707_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583560172471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XgvDqH8I/AAAAAAAADPw/Py4k19N3e5w/s1600/7849737710_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XgvDqH8I/AAAAAAAADPw/Py4k19N3e5w/s400/7849737710_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583550963032002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XgRLBx8I/AAAAAAAADPo/jdY6e2rKp1Q/s1600/7726236704_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XgRLBx8I/AAAAAAAADPo/jdY6e2rKp1Q/s400/7726236704_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583542940878786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom tells a really funny {yet sadly true} story about me when I was a little girl. I took horseback riding lessons for a few years. Truth be known, I really just wanted the outfit, helmet and boots. But I really did actually enjoy my stubborn "horse" Charlie. Let's just say that my instructor must not have seen potential in me. That or she saw straight through my motives and noticed how much I kept staring at all the pretty boots and helmets.  Either way, she stuck me on the most stupid horse alive.  He would poop every two seconds. But I didn't care. It gave me more time to imagine myself  as this gorgeous hamptons girl riding her six figure horse in a perfect outfit. {You guys think I'm exaggerating. Most seven year olds don't do this...but I did}  Anyway, the funny story comes in here. While I was doing all this daydreaming, I must not have been watching where I stepped. As my mother likes to put it, if there was a steamer pile within 5 miles, I would find it and step in it.  Who cared though? I was seven years old with twigs for legs and spandex pants looked baggy on me. YEH YUH.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO....when I came across a table of riding pants in Zara, I literally fell in love. There is a pair of olive riding pants that WILL make their way into my closet. Ladies, think of them like leggings. Please cover the tush. NOBODY wants to see that. NOBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XaXHjv5I/AAAAAAAADPg/D_x7TSM9Plk/s1600/7534370800_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XaXHjv5I/AAAAAAAADPg/D_x7TSM9Plk/s400/7534370800_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583441457725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XaMgOOhI/AAAAAAAADPY/NGc2EQfhXn4/s1600/7495235704_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XaMgOOhI/AAAAAAAADPY/NGc2EQfhXn4/s400/7495235704_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583438608382482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XZ_9W_fI/AAAAAAAADPQ/8emK66_bkF4/s1600/6004301004_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XZSTtwmI/AAAAAAAADPA/NNNdbAx2YJM/s400/5533241711_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583422986666594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XRsYlJgI/AAAAAAAADO4/pWuQBKYBqHg/s1600/5110301004_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XRsYlJgI/AAAAAAAADO4/pWuQBKYBqHg/s400/5110301004_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583292547442178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XRQoHHlI/AAAAAAAADOw/saLFcS4wOjo/s1600/5056301100_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XRQoHHlI/AAAAAAAADOw/saLFcS4wOjo/s400/5056301100_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583285096390226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XQw9C-1I/AAAAAAAADOo/nXnp5Od8PxA/s1600/4043251251_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XQw9C-1I/AAAAAAAADOo/nXnp5Od8PxA/s400/4043251251_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583276594264914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XQhsaNJI/AAAAAAAADOg/dOGfSCXtHbk/s1600/1696209700_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XFViTlrI/AAAAAAAADOQ/yqXI3_Ds6rY/s400/1478243710_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583080255788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XFHwruRI/AAAAAAAADOI/7O_wptuDhXs/s1600/0842241505_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XFHwruRI/AAAAAAAADOI/7O_wptuDhXs/s400/0842241505_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583076557994258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XE4K-1XI/AAAAAAAADOA/pFJNQ9vmF60/s1600/0590221704_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XE4K-1XI/AAAAAAAADOA/pFJNQ9vmF60/s400/0590221704_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583072373331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys probably think I'm a nutso, but when I saw this, I had to hand sassy my purse so that I could try it on. It felt like butter. So soft and comfy. I LOVED THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XEpPeaTI/AAAAAAAADN4/OO18C4jMxhk/s1600/0367975305_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XEpPeaTI/AAAAAAAADN4/OO18C4jMxhk/s400/0367975305_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583068365646130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XEDX8E2I/AAAAAAAADNw/H11eYcbbe_4/s1600/0367818743_1_1_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XEDX8E2I/AAAAAAAADNw/H11eYcbbe_4/s400/0367818743_1_1_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583058200597346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6585321498698929484?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6585321498698929484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6585321498698929484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6585321498698929484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6585321498698929484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-there-was-pile.html' title='If there was a pile...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI7XhRXXBlI/AAAAAAAADP4/8QzeG0ExQ64/s72-c/7873601707_1_1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6188773627471340435</id><published>2010-09-13T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:45:02.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Little things...</title><content type='html'>Usually a trip to Anthropologie means walking straight to the clothes section. And while their clothes are incredible, there are so many other things there that are just so much fun.  I was browsin the homes section last Saturday with my sister and came across so many things that I want now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qqjXw-I/AAAAAAAADNo/isPwZXIMUJ8/s1600/993217_080_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qqjXw-I/AAAAAAAADNo/isPwZXIMUJ8/s400/993217_080_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546338157216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need these in my bathroom. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qS1pDZI/AAAAAAAADNg/2E7zF0aFIDo/s1600/973646_081_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qS1pDZI/AAAAAAAADNg/2E7zF0aFIDo/s400/973646_081_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546331791396242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE these coasters. And because I am a FIRM believer in the concept that you can never have enough coasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qBL4OKI/AAAAAAAADNY/igwdmLL-Qr0/s1600/960078_020_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qBL4OKI/AAAAAAAADNY/igwdmLL-Qr0/s400/960078_020_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546327052826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SANTA?? Yes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61eHgrCbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/bYZCmrWdduY/s1600/960051_004_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61eHgrCbI/AAAAAAAADNQ/bYZCmrWdduY/s400/960051_004_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546122592225714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61doKDw7I/AAAAAAAADNI/hM8m2MoLwwg/s1600/093352_008_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61doKDw7I/AAAAAAAADNI/hM8m2MoLwwg/s400/093352_008_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546114175878066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a mild obsession for little trinket vases like this. I have them scattered all throughout the house and they always have jewelry in them.&lt;br /&gt;This dishtowel is actually what sparked this whole post. My friend Meg is OBSESSED with bulldogs and when I saw this, I took a picture and sent it to her immediately.  She later told me that she ordered 2 right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61dfzp5HI/AAAAAAAADM4/yK85lWomLWc/s1600/073579_095_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61dfzp5HI/AAAAAAAADM4/yK85lWomLWc/s400/073579_095_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546111934424178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61cyI3a-I/AAAAAAAADMw/e6ef8-JUfPI/s1600/073397_014_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61cyI3a-I/AAAAAAAADMw/e6ef8-JUfPI/s400/073397_014_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516546099675360226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cute is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61RLYJVkI/AAAAAAAADMo/KpBx8Jm8KZE/s1600/073279_062_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61RLYJVkI/AAAAAAAADMo/KpBx8Jm8KZE/s400/073279_062_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516545900291905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61Q4X2WJI/AAAAAAAADMg/qN6PGQMKQo4/s1600/073183_001_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61Q4X2WJI/AAAAAAAADMg/qN6PGQMKQo4/s400/073183_001_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516545895190386834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh. Em. Gee.  These drawer pulls are just pure perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61QqsgYqI/AAAAAAAADMY/Qyl4FHRUlyY/s1600/073171_001_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61QqsgYqI/AAAAAAAADMY/Qyl4FHRUlyY/s400/073171_001_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516545891518931618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This door knocker is exactly what I want. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61QYcQBWI/AAAAAAAADMQ/-Cd2XhUoEt0/s1600/063040_016_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61QYcQBWI/AAAAAAAADMQ/-Cd2XhUoEt0/s400/063040_016_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516545886618912098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61P3v0w1I/AAAAAAAADMI/1AQK4qIvGQo/s1600/063044_028_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61P3v0w1I/AAAAAAAADMI/1AQK4qIvGQo/s400/063044_028_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516545877842641746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6188773627471340435?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6188773627471340435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6188773627471340435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6188773627471340435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6188773627471340435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-things.html' title='the Little things...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI61qqjXw-I/AAAAAAAADNo/isPwZXIMUJ8/s72-c/993217_080_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-956789584507691677</id><published>2010-09-12T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:57:47.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping Out...</title><content type='html'>Megan, I dedicate this post to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it features a masterpiece that the one and only Jeff Lewis from Flipping out created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just interrupt this post right now and talk about how amazing he is? Aside from his perfect sense of humor, he is probably one of the most gorgeous men ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, please feast your eyes on this candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12XUWq-eI/AAAAAAAADMA/hlGJtGHmNt8/s1600/jeff+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12XUWq-eI/AAAAAAAADMA/hlGJtGHmNt8/s400/jeff+outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516195261571594722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12XCWeqbI/AAAAAAAADL4/1fHFHb4V_Og/s1600/Jeff+Lewis+Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12XCWeqbI/AAAAAAAADL4/1fHFHb4V_Og/s400/Jeff+Lewis+Kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516195256738949554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12W8TQqGI/AAAAAAAADLw/Ioy1xz4d7vI/s1600/jeff+lewis+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12W8TQqGI/AAAAAAAADLw/Ioy1xz4d7vI/s400/jeff+lewis+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516195255114836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12EIfC_5I/AAAAAAAADLo/ztmW52Ms86w/s1600/hbx-kitchen-water-storage-04-1010-de-55081222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12EIfC_5I/AAAAAAAADLo/ztmW52Ms86w/s400/hbx-kitchen-water-storage-04-1010-de-55081222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194931967983506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12D5HerUI/AAAAAAAADLg/xoDP6lxOWQs/s1600/hbx-kitchen-sitting-area-05-1010-de-4019376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12D5HerUI/AAAAAAAADLg/xoDP6lxOWQs/s400/hbx-kitchen-sitting-area-05-1010-de-4019376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194927842602306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12DkrHOBI/AAAAAAAADLY/pL5DQ8zKBgM/s1600/hbx-kitchen-sink-faucet-08-1010-de-44812581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12DkrHOBI/AAAAAAAADLY/pL5DQ8zKBgM/s400/hbx-kitchen-sink-faucet-08-1010-de-44812581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194922354915346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12DDi9ayI/AAAAAAAADLQ/RKhm7NyclHc/s1600/hbx-kitchen-full-modern-01-1010-de-73006132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12DDi9ayI/AAAAAAAADLQ/RKhm7NyclHc/s400/hbx-kitchen-full-modern-01-1010-de-73006132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194913462348578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12C6bgFvI/AAAAAAAADLI/qTRimQo2-fs/s1600/hbx-kitchen-dining-chandelier-12-1010-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12C6bgFvI/AAAAAAAADLI/qTRimQo2-fs/s400/hbx-kitchen-dining-chandelier-12-1010-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194911015147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-956789584507691677?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/956789584507691677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=956789584507691677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/956789584507691677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/956789584507691677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/flipping-out.html' title='Flipping Out...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TI12XUWq-eI/AAAAAAAADMA/hlGJtGHmNt8/s72-c/jeff+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-2416652746695638762</id><published>2010-09-11T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:33:15.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's in town...</title><content type='html'>Look who came to town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIvKq52Ui4I/AAAAAAAADK4/xJEAajxzFPQ/s1600/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515725007077280642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIvKq52Ui4I/AAAAAAAADK4/xJEAajxzFPQ/s400/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Sassy {who isn't a baby anymore} came out with us. Kind of a strange feeling for her to be 21 now and out on a Friday night with her old big sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIvKqGy-BZI/AAAAAAAADKw/Vg2Zs-hQMag/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515724993373013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIvKqGy-BZI/AAAAAAAADKw/Vg2Zs-hQMag/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty much the theme of the night. Everyone stayed on their phones, so I just felt it more than appropriate to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up a tri to Virginia Highlands and Little Five Points to show her some fun parts of this city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&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/2776122030831105578-2416652746695638762?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/2416652746695638762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=2416652746695638762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2416652746695638762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/2416652746695638762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/whos-in-town.html' title='Who&apos;s in town...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIvKq52Ui4I/AAAAAAAADK4/xJEAajxzFPQ/s72-c/IMG_1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-946790793765478207</id><published>2010-09-09T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:15:10.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halftime Browsing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sit here while nervously watching my Tigers make mistake after mistake against the klassy Mississippi State Bulldogs {ewwwww...so many reasons why I don't care for them}. I LOVE me some Auburn football. It seems like the love affair grows stronger each year. As I text back and forth with a friend who is quite possibly the BIGGEST Auburn fan I know {who has sent me "War Damn Gameday" texts for every game for probably 6 years}, she tells me that she may or may not have done a little Anthropologie shopping over half time. So of course, it sparked my interest. Now, I've been in Anthro several times in the past few weeks and each time, I have to restrain myself with EVERY inch in my body. There have been several pieces that may or may not have been worth not paying rent and getting an eviction notice {again, just being dramatic}. Here are a few things that caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095966617323858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOj7hqSVI/AAAAAAAADKo/BmWMHXK3Yck/s400/Andalusian+Horse+Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what you can't see is the print on this dress is a bunch of horses...absolutely adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOjAubpEI/AAAAAAAADKg/y1Ryy9E7T84/s1600/19068915_092_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095950833198146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOjAubpEI/AAAAAAAADKg/y1Ryy9E7T84/s400/19068915_092_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOi_YOsHI/AAAAAAAADKY/_hzQO6IQkGE/s1600/18826172_020_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095950471639154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOi_YOsHI/AAAAAAAADKY/_hzQO6IQkGE/s400/18826172_020_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've told this story several times, so if you've heard it keep reading.  About 4 years ago, Anthro had the most perfect pair of hunter green boots very similar to these {just no bows}. They were a heft $400 so I said no. I didn't see any way to purchase those while still on a college budget.  Well I should have found a way because I have been on a never ending quest for a pair just like them. I have people looking for me...no such luck. These boots are too cute and I believe they just might fall into the same category. I'll find a way. Donations are welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOULDCahI/AAAAAAAADKQ/ynUH8CwLFQo/s1600/18735241_004_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095695905942034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOULDCahI/AAAAAAAADKQ/ynUH8CwLFQo/s400/18735241_004_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought these earrings a few weeks ago and I LOVE them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOT4B4AsI/AAAAAAAADKI/FOMGKF-RK9Y/s1600/083110_statement_trifecta_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095690800792258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOT4B4AsI/AAAAAAAADKI/FOMGKF-RK9Y/s400/083110_statement_trifecta_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOTMNNMiI/AAAAAAAADKA/y5edDUR5Kxs/s1600/083110_puddle_jump_landing_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095679037157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOTMNNMiI/AAAAAAAADKA/y5edDUR5Kxs/s400/083110_puddle_jump_landing_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOSu02PII/AAAAAAAADJ4/0HhN-L8huhw/s1600/081710_outfits_studied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095671150361730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOSu02PII/AAAAAAAADJ4/0HhN-L8huhw/s400/081710_outfits_studied.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture. Holy WHOA. Want EVERY item she is wearing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOSKRJ_rI/AAAAAAAADJw/iLdX-0vCxYM/s1600/081710_outfits_newsroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515095661336985266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOSKRJ_rI/AAAAAAAADJw/iLdX-0vCxYM/s400/081710_outfits_newsroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we win or lose, WAR EAGLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-946790793765478207?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/946790793765478207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=946790793765478207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/946790793765478207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/946790793765478207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/halftime-browsing.html' title='Halftime Browsing...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TImOj7hqSVI/AAAAAAAADKo/BmWMHXK3Yck/s72-c/Andalusian+Horse+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7241551057106643148</id><published>2010-09-08T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:36:41.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minted...</title><content type='html'>A dear friend of mine is newly engaged and using THE most fabulous wedding designer if I must say so myself. So its no surprise to me that he sends her a list of vendors whose products will LITERALLY stop you dead in your tracks. Yesterday, she shared &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.minted.com"&gt;this website &lt;/a&gt;with me that put the biggest smile on my face. If that asteroid had struck Earth last night, I would have gone out a bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{YES, I am dramatic}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look at just a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had a rather hilarious gchat with a hilarious friend discussing what I am to do about this year's Christmas card. At the time, I was clueless as to what a single girl is to do with this issue. How many of you would laugh at a card with me holding two dogs to be placed on your fridge? I'm going to just go ahead and assume that it would be AT LEAST 85%. But pictureless Christmas cards are usually tres boring! Until I found this sight. Please excuse the order, I seriously wish Blogger was a bit more user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnO_zI8KI/AAAAAAAADJo/E-U6UIKxgB8/s1600/MIN-BBJ-HNP-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700882312753314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnO_zI8KI/AAAAAAAADJo/E-U6UIKxgB8/s400/MIN-BBJ-HNP-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnOIVTjKI/AAAAAAAADJg/aP5fr0Ot3uw/s1600/MIN-FHC-BSI-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700867423669410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnOIVTjKI/AAAAAAAADJg/aP5fr0Ot3uw/s400/MIN-FHC-BSI-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How FUN is this bridal shower invitation? If I were the bride of this party, I would bring some amazing gifts. Just saying. And who knows, that day may be coming at some point for me, so girlfriends, bookmark this site!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDpY82EI/AAAAAAAADI4/R-KCISnssPA/s1600/MIN-ATC-PST-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700687318767682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDpY82EI/AAAAAAAADI4/R-KCISnssPA/s400/MIN-ATC-PST-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since I refuse to invest big money in anything monogrammed or personalized for myself {because as soon as I do, my initials will change...just my luck...wait should I do it then??}, I believe this stationary is the solution to my ongoing dilema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnNskDPaI/AAAAAAAADJY/Ad8DFUGXA80/s1600/MIN-M36-INV-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700859969322402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnNskDPaI/AAAAAAAADJY/Ad8DFUGXA80/s400/MIN-M36-INV-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for when the monogram is to change, something like this will appear in all of your mailboxes {that is, if snail mail is still around then!!}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnM4aTrpI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Za-fdiMfQVQ/s1600/MIN-WTW-BYA-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700845969813138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnM4aTrpI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Za-fdiMfQVQ/s400/MIN-WTW-BYA-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then when baby arrives {which by the way, I've narrowed down the future children names...locked in a safe. Claimed. They're mine. Don't want to hear it.}, this is HANDS DOWN what I will send!! NO, I AM NOT WITH CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnEAyju5I/AAAAAAAADJI/TBjwxmjgN8w/s1600/MIN-BAL-CBP-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700693600189330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnEAyju5I/AAAAAAAADJI/TBjwxmjgN8w/s400/MIN-BAL-CBP-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm getting WAY ahead of myself here, but I think it is way too precious for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnD2TCgcI/AAAAAAAADJA/wPEKLVb52jc/s1600/MIN-AYL-HNP-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700690783633858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnD2TCgcI/AAAAAAAADJA/wPEKLVb52jc/s400/MIN-AYL-HNP-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I'm almost 100% sure this is this year's card. Send me your addresses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDaYk40I/AAAAAAAADIw/0KAFTgAzQXs/s1600/MIN-ASZ-PST-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700683290665794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDaYk40I/AAAAAAAADIw/0KAFTgAzQXs/s400/MIN-ASZ-PST-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also REALLY into this card. REALLY into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDFCHIvI/AAAAAAAADIo/ghwiLr5RnsU/s1600/MIN-ANG-BYA-001_A_PD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514700677559296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnDFCHIvI/AAAAAAAADIo/ghwiLr5RnsU/s400/MIN-ANG-BYA-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DYING. TOO STINKING CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7241551057106643148?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7241551057106643148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7241551057106643148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7241551057106643148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7241551057106643148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/minted.html' title='Minted...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TIgnO_zI8KI/AAAAAAAADJo/E-U6UIKxgB8/s72-c/MIN-BBJ-HNP-001_A_PD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7303416401727714965</id><published>2010-09-04T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:47:06.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TILzWW9V-II/AAAAAAAADIg/PYAoXhlboNs/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513236459300452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TILzWW9V-II/AAAAAAAADIg/PYAoXhlboNs/s400/166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was literally like a kid on Christmas morning. I watched the Eagle fly and heard a HUGE "War Eagle."  That in itself just gave me the biggest smile ever. So I decided to multi-task and give little man a hair cut while I cheered on my beloved tigers.  BIG Mistake. HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiesty little guy decided he did not want his hair cut one but. And as he reached back to bite at the scissors {signaling me to quit}, his tongue somehow got in the way and IMMEDIATELY started gushing blood.  It took me a minute to realize that my little baby boy's tongue had been split. So, frantically, I gathered keys, cell phone and purse in hand with Hudson and a washcloth now drenched in blood in the other. I ran to the pool to grab one of my neighbors and she so graciously drove crying momma and sweet Hudson to the emergency vet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man is okay now.  His tummy is full from a delicious treat of can dog food and his sweet big sister has her eyes glued on him.  I love Hudson because he is my little baby boy, but he cant be a handful and let's be honest, no dog will ever compare to my little Madison.  But when I got the little munchkin home, I couldn't help but realize how much I really and truly love the little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's back to normal now. I even got the classic, "calm down and go take a bubble bath" comment from Ryan {which he knows I DESPISE}.  And Auburn just scored. Okay, I won't cry anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7303416401727714965?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7303416401727714965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7303416401727714965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7303416401727714965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7303416401727714965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-man.html' title='Little Man...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TILzWW9V-II/AAAAAAAADIg/PYAoXhlboNs/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3410520595037451220</id><published>2010-08-31T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:53:48.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doxology...</title><content type='html'>Weekends are never dull around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, one of my co-workers asked me what my weekend plans were just as a casual conversation starter. I quickly explained to her that the best weekends are the ones that are never planned. Spontaneous fun, plan things by the minute and just live in the moment... that kind of weekend.  And that is exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet some of the crew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TH2dseVVd4I/AAAAAAAADIY/JGu2pMdz0aA/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511734906353710978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TH2dseVVd4I/AAAAAAAADIY/JGu2pMdz0aA/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there really anything more fun than getting all dressed up and heading out for cocktails with friends?  Um yes.  The process of getting ready!! I got my hair done by my fun buddy, Khrista (pictured above). She taught me the art of BIG HAIR (that's for you, Deck).  Trust me, I was VERY hesitant. I was TERRIFIED of looking like a Jersey Shore Misti Dawn and even went to knock on an unbiased neighbor's door for the honest truth. It was big and got bigger as the night went on.  As I sat in her bathroom getting my hair sprayed, curled and teased, we joked and laughed while one of my co-workers/friends sat there and watched on a tad bit awkwardly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel: Chris, on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being, you want to jump off a bridge, 1 you're in Heaven), how much do you hate me right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris: Are you kidding me? I'm used to this. Having a girlfriend taught me to deal with this and always allow an extra 45 minutes for schedules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its fun to be good friends with co-workers. I somehow always do this.  Just usually find myself a gal pal.  But going along with the theme of my life now, I'm doing things a tad bit differently.  It keeps things interesting. You've heard the story millions of times. We HATED each other for weeks.  We fought like brother and sister.  But somewhere along the way, tossed some of the annoyance aside and became gchat buddies.  OH YEH...gchat!  I could wax poetically about that beauty for hours.  How it gets me through the day. How it keeps me in touch with friends. How it helps me multi-task even more.  And in this case, helped start a fabulous friendship full of friendly pokes and jabs mixed in with actual real life discussions.  And then invitations to go out to a REALLY fun bar/club where everything is covered.  Of course, bring your fun friends Rachel...the more the merrier!! Brother, this is a deal I can't refuse!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was all dressed up, big hair and all, and having the best time ever. Only to get the phone call I've been waiting on for a little over a year. One that I always wondered if it would happen. One that I knew deep in my heart would eventually happen. One that I prayed for thousands of time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm amazed at how God works.  I truly am.  He took away the one thing I loved the most so that I would slowly fall head over heels in love with Him.  He took me on this long, painful but ultimately rewarding journey where I learned that I can't dream of being with the man I love until I fill my heart with the most incredible divine joy that only my Savior can provide.  It hasn't been until now that He deemed me ready to bring that earthly love back into my heart.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time is different. This time, my main squeeze is the man upstairs. He's the one I love the most. I've heard it said so many time, but never have I loved this quote so much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ, that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.” Maya Angelou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Maya, you are one VERY wise lady! Why did it take me this long to figure out such an easy, simple concept?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The process was hard. REALLY hard.  But the payoff is even better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, I really have EVERYTHING I could ever dream of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TH2dgjOXbGI/AAAAAAAADIQ/QeJQkEvmzCQ/s1600/alkdjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511734701508226146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TH2dgjOXbGI/AAAAAAAADIQ/QeJQkEvmzCQ/s400/alkdjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fabulous friends, an incredibly fun life, a will for my grace, my little five year old back (**no I don't have any kids for anyone wondering) and a new knowledge of how to tease my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que the doxology now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&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/2776122030831105578-3410520595037451220?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3410520595037451220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3410520595037451220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3410520595037451220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3410520595037451220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/doxology.html' title='The Doxology...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TH2dseVVd4I/AAAAAAAADIY/JGu2pMdz0aA/s72-c/IMG_1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7814339558072816282</id><published>2010-08-25T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:36:45.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeeeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was quite tempted to just show these goodies without giving the source. I'm selfish, I admit. I want them all for myself. BUT I love all of you guys, so I'll be generous and share. The following lovelies are from Z Gallerie. Judge me all you want. Some are a little bit out there, but I'm not scared!! I just post what I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnuTUlX_I/AAAAAAAADHo/vKj1TFsFkI4/s1600/robin-salt-and-pepper-shakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509494133060100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnuTUlX_I/AAAAAAAADHo/vKj1TFsFkI4/s400/robin-salt-and-pepper-shakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cute are these salt and pepper birds???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnt0eDp4I/AAAAAAAADHg/JLDXLLLX588/s1600/labyrinth-bedding-gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509494124778334082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnt0eDp4I/AAAAAAAADHg/JLDXLLLX588/s400/labyrinth-bedding-gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duvet cover folded at the end of the bed? Yes please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWntRPhYuI/AAAAAAAADHY/UzwThzUekeQ/s1600/alister-chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509494115322127074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWntRPhYuI/AAAAAAAADHY/UzwThzUekeQ/s400/alister-chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this even need an explanation?&lt;br /&gt;Pure heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWntOT4L6I/AAAAAAAADHQ/R93iOcWwjG4/s1600/750276308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509494114535092130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWntOT4L6I/AAAAAAAADHQ/R93iOcWwjG4/s400/750276308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D.Y.I.N.G.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWns6_daTI/AAAAAAAADHI/pbSHJtjrhOc/s1600/166581496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509494109349177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWns6_daTI/AAAAAAAADHI/pbSHJtjrhOc/s400/166581496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too stinking cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjxYTUGI/AAAAAAAADHA/MRKk3MRG6es/s1600/160127828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509493952150196322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjxYTUGI/AAAAAAAADHA/MRKk3MRG6es/s400/160127828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjn5phOI/AAAAAAAADG4/ow8OHVqyjkw/s1600/160109057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509493949605709026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjn5phOI/AAAAAAAADG4/ow8OHVqyjkw/s400/160109057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjRjkbhI/AAAAAAAADGw/g-P-6zQFr7k/s1600/160080412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509493943607520786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjRjkbhI/AAAAAAAADGw/g-P-6zQFr7k/s400/160080412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to see who is paying attention. But I do like it in a VERY wierd way. Not a chance would it land on my walls. Okay, maybe a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjDeveaI/AAAAAAAADGo/ieKDnORHGug/s1600/020112499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509493939829176738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnjDeveaI/AAAAAAAADGo/ieKDnORHGug/s400/020112499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channeling my obsession Don Draper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnixGDMRI/AAAAAAAADGg/uqa7NH0JdMw/s1600/011003317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509493934893773074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnixGDMRI/AAAAAAAADGg/uqa7NH0JdMw/s400/011003317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't have enough table/seating for company!!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2776122030831105578-7814339558072816282?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7814339558072816282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7814339558072816282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7814339558072816282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7814339558072816282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/zeeeee.html' title='Zeeeee...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THWnuTUlX_I/AAAAAAAADHo/vKj1TFsFkI4/s72-c/robin-salt-and-pepper-shakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8157364050622446600</id><published>2010-08-24T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:18:53.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will to my Grace...</title><content type='html'>Please meet the new love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THR8FkruJZI/AAAAAAAADF4/cc4iQGPeggA/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509164679369205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THR8FkruJZI/AAAAAAAADF4/cc4iQGPeggA/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok NO, he is not really my boyfriend, but wouldn't it be fabulous if it was!!  This cutie patootie is the Will to my Grace.  Also known as m upstairs neighbor. I cannot even explain how much this kid makes me laugh.  I literally have to kick him out of my house every night because if I didn't, I could stay up all night laughing. Although that is fun at the time, 7 am comes way too quickly and lets be honest, NOBODY looks good with circles under their eyes.  The whole point of this is that I am so amazed at how blessed I am with my life now.  Literally never a dull moment.  For guaranteed fun and laughs, come visit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8157364050622446600?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8157364050622446600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8157364050622446600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8157364050622446600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8157364050622446600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-to-my-grace.html' title='Will to my Grace...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THR8FkruJZI/AAAAAAAADF4/cc4iQGPeggA/s72-c/IMG_1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6201777783555761665</id><published>2010-08-22T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:45:52.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>Can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about a few pictures I came across and fell in love immediately with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, let's save the chit chat and just let these pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEQ5UHC_I/AAAAAAAADFw/zFoK-EGQ6-0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+9.27.35+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399613792947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEQ5UHC_I/AAAAAAAADFw/zFoK-EGQ6-0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+9.27.35+AM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEQTA6a_I/AAAAAAAADFo/bkKklIcAztE/s1600/347330578_282769d7b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399603511880690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEQTA6a_I/AAAAAAAADFo/bkKklIcAztE/s400/347330578_282769d7b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEP4oG42I/AAAAAAAADFg/HQnEydTF2tA/s1600/AprilHouseandHome-photobyDonnaGriffith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399596428518242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEP4oG42I/AAAAAAAADFg/HQnEydTF2tA/s400/AprilHouseandHome-photobyDonnaGriffith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-6201777783555761665?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6201777783555761665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6201777783555761665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6201777783555761665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6201777783555761665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/worth-thousand-words.html' title='Worth a thousand words...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THHEQ5UHC_I/AAAAAAAADFw/zFoK-EGQ6-0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-04-11+at+9.27.35+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3694953781767832678</id><published>2010-08-22T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:27:57.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Necessities</title><content type='html'>I've just treated myself to a nice little Sunday date...with myself. Pedicure and a movie. I can honestly say that this was the first movie I've ever gone to by myself and it was wonderful. I'm not sure what pushed me into this Sunday funday, but it was a refreshing break from my usual weekend past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, you will find me parked at the pool with my fun neighbors. So, I figured that tonight I would post about what I've found to be the absolute essentials to make a day at the pool the absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3vEc-hI/AAAAAAAADFY/4c5wn2PpoMA/s1600/V295700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377191313635858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3vEc-hI/AAAAAAAADFY/4c5wn2PpoMA/s400/V295700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First you're going to need a really hot body.  I can't believe that someone was snapping pictures of me at the pool. At least pay me for it.  But in all seriousness, you DO want to have a super cute swimsuit that isn't going to leave terrible tan lines. Although it isn't exactly the most flattering top, the bandeau top is hands down the best as far as bronze shoulders go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3ZNpvYI/AAAAAAAADFQ/abqJ7_4IsBA/s1600/PAPJNDNPLHJPFCNKt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377185446641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3ZNpvYI/AAAAAAAADFQ/abqJ7_4IsBA/s400/PAPJNDNPLHJPFCNKt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, you HAVE to invest in some Tervis Tumblers.  Since glass is not allowed around any pool, these are by far the best thing to keep your drinks cold.  And if you're smart, you'll make sure yours looks exactly like the one above.  But really, these things are GOLD.  I have them everywhere. Stacks on my desk at work, a few rolling around in the car somewhere and several that permanently stay in my beach bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3TMLkTI/AAAAAAAADFI/SYnl1HoaHdY/s1600/Beach%2520Towel%2520Stat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377183829856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3TMLkTI/AAAAAAAADFI/SYnl1HoaHdY/s400/Beach%2520Towel%2520Stat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously you're going to need some beach towels.  But I always stick to the notion that Cher so cutely said, "the more the merrier!!" Literally. There's always someone who shows up without one and you dont want them dripping on your floors when they come into your house.  I keep mine stashed in my pool bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3NJsceI/AAAAAAAADFA/WnlwbrQu-hA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377182208815586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3NJsceI/AAAAAAAADFA/WnlwbrQu-hA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, you need a Bose Ipod station.  Bring the life of the party with you.  Yesterday, someone was playing some lame music and we decided that some Bob Dylan would be A LOT more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-3694953781767832678?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3694953781767832678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3694953781767832678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3694953781767832678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3694953781767832678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/pool-necessities.html' title='Pool Necessities'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THGv3vEc-hI/AAAAAAAADFY/4c5wn2PpoMA/s72-c/V295700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1500368727506336602</id><published>2010-08-19T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:56:49.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're like me, you've somehow landed on a mailing list that sends daily emails for basically any store imaginable. Its pure temptation every morning around 11am when the J.Crew email rolls in. And with incredible deals, I REALLY have to exercise some serious self control. However, as my mother has always said, "just because I'm on a diet, doesn't mean I can't look at the menu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been following the new fall collection and I somehow fall more in love with this concept every single time. Check out a few of my favorite pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DBMEstNI/AAAAAAAADEw/ZTrPtFt-HEc/s1600/Herringbone+Bell+Skirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507272344532202706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DBMEstNI/AAAAAAAADEw/ZTrPtFt-HEc/s400/Herringbone+Bell+Skirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously craving this jacket and skirt.  Sheer perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DBGq9KzI/AAAAAAAADEo/O-0Mx1-cXgk/s1600/Crystal+Studded+Cuff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507272343082052402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DBGq9KzI/AAAAAAAADEo/O-0Mx1-cXgk/s400/Crystal+Studded+Cuff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Through the years, I've put together quite the collection of jewelry. So now, my co-workers are constantly coming over to see what I have on and ask where I got it.  I just hope if I ever have a daughter that she will appreciate all of it. I can just imagine walking in a room seeing everything on the floor and her covered!! This bracelet is a definite must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAogngRI/AAAAAAAADEg/2-VyXZojAV0/s1600/Pixie+Pant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507272334985625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAogngRI/AAAAAAAADEg/2-VyXZojAV0/s400/Pixie+Pant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried on these pants last weekend and I will admit that they are extremely comfortable. Essentially, they are a dressier version of leggings. LOVE these! And at $88, who wouldn't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAYBuepI/AAAAAAAADEY/j1nGeqUfL2Y/s1600/Peony+Crystal+Necklace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507272330561092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAYBuepI/AAAAAAAADEY/j1nGeqUfL2Y/s400/Peony+Crystal+Necklace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't even need a caption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply reminds me of a dance recital costume I had when I was VERY young!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAE3dE6I/AAAAAAAADEQ/j0qRs8-k-4U/s1600/Jayne+platform+heels.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507272325417735074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DAE3dE6I/AAAAAAAADEQ/j0qRs8-k-4U/s400/Jayne+platform+heels.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously in love with these!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/2776122030831105578-1500368727506336602?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1500368727506336602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1500368727506336602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1500368727506336602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1500368727506336602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/crew.html' title='The Crew...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TG3DBMEstNI/AAAAAAAADEw/ZTrPtFt-HEc/s72-c/Herringbone+Bell+Skirt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6815730025737688551</id><published>2010-08-18T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:59:45.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Table...</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned earlier, I'm in pure re-decorating mode. I'm guessin it came about from finally embracing the fact that my place still had that "hey I just moved in look." Currently, I've tackled the living room. I still actually NEED a new coffee table, but my tastes change quite frequently, so I'm not in commital mode...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've semi-narrowed it down.  While on the hunt for the coffee table, I may or may not have added a few other tables to my wish list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6EGd_1nI/AAAAAAAADEI/W6AzOE0kmLI/s1600/0091418_PE227091_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910655241770610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6EGd_1nI/AAAAAAAADEI/W6AzOE0kmLI/s400/0091418_PE227091_S4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6DxDqUfI/AAAAAAAADEA/Xb-OiJBptH0/s1600/0086544_PE215329_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910649494163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6DxDqUfI/AAAAAAAADEA/Xb-OiJBptH0/s400/0086544_PE215329_S4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6DldiSeI/AAAAAAAADD4/ehcMelxi6TA/s1600/69216_PE183965_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506910646381464034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6DldiSeI/AAAAAAAADD4/ehcMelxi6TA/s400/69216_PE183965_S4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-6815730025737688551?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6815730025737688551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6815730025737688551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6815730025737688551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6815730025737688551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-table.html' title='On the Table...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGx6EGd_1nI/AAAAAAAADEI/W6AzOE0kmLI/s72-c/0091418_PE227091_S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5107388540894317453</id><published>2010-08-18T15:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:26:37.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Running...</title><content type='html'>Once again, Blogger is annoying me with its opposite picture loader. I don't have the patience to change it, so we will just go in reverse order for this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what!  I'm FINALLY up and running with cable and internet in my house.  Everyone has thought I'm neurotic for going all summer without it, but honestly, I've really enjoyed it.  But for those of you who depend on reading entertainment {aka my pathetic-ness if that is a word at all}, I'm BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so last weekend, we took and impromptu trip back to Auburn to visit one of my best friends in the world and her incredibly adorable little boy, John Wells.  Feast your eyes on this cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxhO-dVWI/AAAAAAAADDw/jpIdrvZG7cs/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxhO-dVWI/AAAAAAAADDw/jpIdrvZG7cs/s400/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506830891392783714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Jenny said that her mother in law was in town to keep John Wells, I knew it was time to get in the car and drive the 1hr 20 min to get to Auburn for a night out with my partner in crime.  It was all innocent fun.  I felt old. That's that.  But I had so much fun and probably lost 5 lbs from the non-stop laughter.  Thank goodness I brought my camera to capture some of the funniest things EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxgiPKoHI/AAAAAAAADDo/RCi3ZAXSeGM/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxgiPKoHI/AAAAAAAADDo/RCi3ZAXSeGM/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506830879383265394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATCH!!!!!  Wait, when did this happen?  My last time I partied in Auburn, we did not wake up at 8 am the next morning with coffee and we DEFINITELY did not have mommy/baby time while we re-told stories!!  I believe this has become one of my favorite pictures.  I'm not going to lie, I REALLY liked the baby in the mix.  Like, REALLY liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Sidenote: Why does this happen?? I know its a natural thing for women my age to want babies, but still. Give me 2 seconds with a baby and I'm obsessing. Seriously.  Well, it will continue to be an obsession, at least for several years}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxgJeC4VI/AAAAAAAADDg/ZxEor3ukPOY/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxgJeC4VI/AAAAAAAADDg/ZxEor3ukPOY/s400/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506830872734785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxfhPrdtI/AAAAAAAADDY/7pQ9oQNJzA0/s1600/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxfhPrdtI/AAAAAAAADDY/7pQ9oQNJzA0/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506830861937112786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned, I've got a list a mile long for ideas for this thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxfZ5pPzI/AAAAAAAADDQ/ZcnyNrgpNzg/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5107388540894317453?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5107388540894317453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5107388540894317453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5107388540894317453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5107388540894317453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-and-running.html' title='Up and Running...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TGwxhO-dVWI/AAAAAAAADDw/jpIdrvZG7cs/s72-c/IMG_1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4958507115722000266</id><published>2010-08-13T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:02:59.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words...</title><content type='html'>No pictures tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day to take all these. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I haven't had the opportunity to log in and blog, I'll at least do a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in re-do the living room mode. All out, balls to the wall, out with the old and in with the new. I FINALLY bought the rug I've been lusting over for months since I saw it in House Beautiful. I want a new sofa, but I just cannot bring myself to do it. Yet. {Santa, Baby, you interested??} So, being the impulsive girl that I am, I decided to take a cheaper route and purchase new covers for the sofa shell as well as the cushions in what I thought was going to be THE perfect shade of charcoal. Fast forward to 5 minutes later when I take it out of the box, only to discover that it was B.L.A.C.K.!! EWWWW. Not a good look for me. At all. And if that wasn't enough, I realized 2 minutes later that I somehow made it out of the store sans receipt. Well isn't this just sweet? Thankfully, Denise in Customer Service did not mind my 9pm frantic call and reassured me that they will honor my return {major shoutouts to Denise!! Okay, I totally made up her name.}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of re-decoration mode, I've also started to whip out my "greenthumb." Currently, I have basil and rosemary growing in my kitchen. And as tribute to the most incredible grandmomma EVER, an aloe plant that we've affectionately named, Grandma. Burnt your finger on a casserole dish?? Grandma will solve that!! Want to make a delish mozzarella, tomatoe and basil salad?? Come on over!! I'm currently researching other useful herbs like cilantro, thyme and maybe even some lavendar to use to cook and make things with. Suggestions are welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?? Currently in the beginning of a long BEAUTIFUL Rachel Zoe Project Marathon. Why you ask? Oh, maybe because I met a former Zoebot who was just fabulous. I've been obsessed with Zoe for a long time, but after meeting one of her previous proteges, I couldn't help but slip back into obsession mode. That and watching the Season Premier!! Speaking of that, Bravo is my BFF right now. With the beginning of Rachel Zoe Project, Flipping Out and The Real Housewives DC, I've FINALLY caved and made an appointment to get cable. I know, I know. Redic. The hiatus was refreshing but its almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. After a long stinking time of whining, begging and pleading, I think my hard work finally paid off. &lt;a href="http://saraandtylercaldwell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara and Tyler&lt;/a&gt; started a blog. They're some of my absolute favorite people. Guarantee you that you will LOVE this blog!! Sara is absolutely precious and such a one of a kind gal.  I love her more than I could say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing {if you're still reading this}.  I'm considering adding space for sponsors.  I've had numerous people encourage me to do this, so I figure, now or never.  To get up and running, I'm going to go crazy and do something experimental.  I'm offering spots for free for the first month, so email me if you are interested. I'll always keep it classy on here. You will never see google ads or anything like that on here and I can guarantee you that I will give you ample space to get the exposure you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-4958507115722000266?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/4958507115722000266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=4958507115722000266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4958507115722000266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/4958507115722000266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-than-words.html' title='More than words...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8658931428635907497</id><published>2010-08-06T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:53:47.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Friday...</title><content type='html'>Fridays in my office mean a little down time for us. On my lunch breaks, I like to do a little window shopping while I eat a boring lunch of chicken and veggies. And its rather frequent that a friend will send me a link to a website with a specific item she's lusting over. I need to keep a running tab of all the finds because I am quite inspired from 9-5, but not so much when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fridays at my office are a little bit different. For starters, we have breakfast brought in {who doesn't like a yummy free meal to start the day??}. And then on top of that, we have casual dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Sidenote here that only Hines and Lana will appreciate. My last job, Jeans Fridays were earned. And earned is not even the correct phrase. Basically, blood, sweat and tears must have been shed to merit sporting the J.Brands...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound and determined to not get frumpy again like I was in Florida. My chinos have made appearances, but there are always heels, cardigans and jewelry involved. To keep up with the vow, I'm a little bit on the hunt for how to make Jeans Friday still professional. So the outfits are looking something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFydIk0-6eI/AAAAAAAADDI/IEmBIA6z4tU/s1600/cardi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502445615390321122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFydIk0-6eI/AAAAAAAADDI/IEmBIA6z4tU/s400/cardi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, its J.Crew!  I could literally write 2 pages worth about my love for that line.  I've been known to check in on them daily to see what is new.  Unfortunately, Jenna Lyons' genious doesn't come at a cheap price.  So, I'll just continue lusting.  By the way, I hear that students get a 15% discount just for showing their ID card.  Whip out your Tiger Cards ladies!!  Also, this discout applies to the sister store, Madewell {TDF if you ask me!!}. In fact, I believe its a 20% discount there.  Doesn't sound like a lot but that is a rather significant chunk of change to be saved.  Stash that away for a nice brunch at Murphy's or indulge in a pedicure!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll leave you with the one item that would simply MAKE my day if it just magically appeared at my door {address is suppliable:) }.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFydIdRwzrI/AAAAAAAADDA/5zL2ipBiY5Q/s1600/sequin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502445613363547826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFydIdRwzrI/AAAAAAAADDA/5zL2ipBiY5Q/s400/sequin.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enter the sequin skirt.  Don't take my word for it. Pop over to &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/"&gt;www.jcrew.com&lt;/a&gt; and watch the video about the concept of this fall's looks.  The ideas that woman comes up with is just out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a MUCH more exciting note.  I have FINALLY convinced my friend Sara to start a blog.  She's new to it and a little timid with the idea of it.  But as soon as she gets it all going, I will be sure to post her link.  She and her husband have done some AMAZING things with their house on a budget.  She happens to be my chat buddy to discuss decorating during the day {P.S. I am ALWAYS wanting to google chat during the day. SERIOUSLY!!!}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8658931428635907497?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8658931428635907497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8658931428635907497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8658931428635907497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8658931428635907497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/casual-friday.html' title='Casual Friday...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFydIk0-6eI/AAAAAAAADDI/IEmBIA6z4tU/s72-c/cardi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8422361950584902144</id><published>2010-08-01T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:08:19.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFYH5w1fZTI/AAAAAAAADC4/r2Id5lW05DQ/s1600/Southern+living+yellow+branches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500592683822834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFYH5w1fZTI/AAAAAAAADC4/r2Id5lW05DQ/s400/Southern+living+yellow+branches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just logged into my blog only to realize that it has been over a week since I posted anything.  I don't want to sound like a broken record, but I'm afraid that I have just stayed way too busy to even get online.  Its funny how quickly life can change.  In a matter of only two months, I went from living the most boring, uneventful life ... desperately trying to convince myself that I was happy {and for the most part I was} to this new insansely fun life I have now. Everyday, I have to pinch myself because I honestly don't think its reality.  Any minute now, I'm sure I'll wake up only to realize that all this time I've been dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief catch up session for anyone who literally has nothing else to do because it will probably be a boring story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...where to even begin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went to Whitewater {the water park} to celebrate one of my friends birthdays.  Despite the enormous mass of people {several rather unattractive swimsuits, hairdo's may have been involved} and scary lightning storm buzz kill at the end of the day, I had an amazing time. I'm not one to wait in lines {especially in a bikini...come on.  Like, what do you do with your hands the whole time?  Do the celebrity hand on hips pose??  Yeh, I wasn't fooling anyone. I was in a swimsuit, barefoot, uncomfortably close to strangers barging in my invisible 3 foot bubble.  So two rides was plenty for me}.  The rest of the time, I parked it in the intertube in the lazy river or on a lounge chair. I was fine with it.  Did NOT get a tan that day, however.  Probably slathering on 50 SPF on an overcast day wasn't the best way to bronze up.  Sunday, I simply slept. I take that back, rented 3 redbox movies and stayed in bed all day.  Treat yourself to a day like that soon...it was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too eventful during the week minus the dead battery crisis in the middle of the Home Goods parking lot.  I was traumatized.  I've always had either a boyfriend or guy friend or my Dad to come to my rescue with things like this. Not this time.  Fortunately, my friend Amanda happened to be with me and she happened to know quite a bit about cars and kept me from the panic attack zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward to this weekend.  Ryan came in town for the weekend on Thursday.  We made quick buddies with my neighbors and spent the weekend with them as well as other friends.  He treated me to THE BEST sushi I've EVER had. It tops Harbor Docks. Yes, I said it.  That insanely amazing.  Whenever you're in Atlanta, let me know, we will go there immediately!!  We went to church this morning {which I've been meaning to blog about...more on that soon} and I just felt the Holy Spirit in that place. It was undescribable, but I do know this, it felt so good to be back in church with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so about the new church.  Many of you have probably heard of it, but Buckhead Church is just incredible.  I've been going there since I moved to Atlanta, and the minute I walked in the doors, I knew I was at home.  I've always been most ministered to through music, so I know God's hand was 100% in this because the music at this church is just amazing!!  I've been brought to tears within the first song and I've found myself walking out rejuvenated and ready to face another week.  So incredibly thankful for this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else?? There is so much, but I'll spare you the play by play.  It all boils down to the fact that I know I've finally landed where I'm meant to be.  Every day, I sit back and think to myself, "this is one fabulous life."  I know I'm extremely fortunate to be blessed with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up soon:  I'm on the hunt for some large scale geometric print black/white or grey/white fabric. Send me your sources and soon I'll post about the project in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8422361950584902144?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8422361950584902144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8422361950584902144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8422361950584902144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8422361950584902144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/08/recap.html' title='Recap...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TFYH5w1fZTI/AAAAAAAADC4/r2Id5lW05DQ/s72-c/Southern+living+yellow+branches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5983834349690783993</id><published>2010-07-23T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:58:31.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrinkle Cream...</title><content type='html'>This morning I opted to sleep 10 minutes more than usual and then on top of that, open up the computer for a few minutes. Well, I am a creature of habit and my morning routine is just that. Should I ever stray from it, I'm ultimately doomed. I should have known better. Everything was smooth sailing until I'm pulling out of the parking garage {10 minutes behind schedule} and I flip down the visor to block out the glaring sun only to somehow catch a glimpse in the rear view mirror of my bare face. No makeup, only moisturizer. It was horrifying. Luckily, I have somewhat of a tan thanks to all my Saturdays spent at the pool. What's even worse is that I was meeting a friend for lunch that I haven't seen in years. I was mortified, but I knew there wasn't a chance at having time to go back and apply a few items. So au naturale I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my horror, I came across this picture of me and my friend, Amanda, last Friday night out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEoc8C1AwCI/AAAAAAAADCk/aE29xg9yMTQ/s1600/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497238113036058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEoc8C1AwCI/AAAAAAAADCk/aE29xg9yMTQ/s400/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raise your hand if its time for some botox and a session on how to pose for the camera.  It was one of those moments where we were standing in a bar talking to each other, laughing I'm sure at someone's poor outfit choices, and a random lady pops out of nowhere with a HUGE camera and flash and says, "smile."  I was NOT prepared for that. Not one bit. At all.  It was scary and the proof is in the picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooooooo....my question is for all you ladies out there who are terrified of wrinkles, like me, what are your secrets?? What are your go to products?? Clearly I'm in the market from some eye wrinkle cream.  Wait, did I just say that?? I'm 26 years old.  Help me rhonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5983834349690783993?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5983834349690783993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5983834349690783993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5983834349690783993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5983834349690783993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/wrinkle-cream.html' title='Wrinkle Cream...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEoc8C1AwCI/AAAAAAAADCk/aE29xg9yMTQ/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5606028216891750539</id><published>2010-07-23T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:48:26.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday...</title><content type='html'>Let's make this short and sweet.  Today is Friday and if you're anything like me, you are just ELATED!!  The idea of being able to cook, clean, be lazy, socialize, you name it...this just thrills me.  So I'm really hoping that today doesn't drag on too long. I do have a GREAT lunch date I'm looking forward to {never be surprised how small this world is...} and then come 5pm, I'll be on 85 South ready to join the neighbors on the courtyard for a few drinks while all the dogs play. And yes, to answer your question, it is a semi-Melrose Place around here {minus the debauchery}.  I'm quite fortunate, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'ld leave you with these fun inspiration boards.  I'll probably have one just as big in my mind by the end of the day, full of what all I want to do in this fun city for my two days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEmAevSHVSI/AAAAAAAADCc/4tSMoWOKCK0/s1600/InspirationBoard_SlimPaley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066085759276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEmAevSHVSI/AAAAAAAADCc/4tSMoWOKCK0/s400/InspirationBoard_SlimPaley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEmAeF1F-rI/AAAAAAAADCU/eZozCoFrNrQ/s1600/InspirationBoard_LindsseyHarper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066074631699122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEmAeF1F-rI/AAAAAAAADCU/eZozCoFrNrQ/s400/InspirationBoard_LindsseyHarper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-5606028216891750539?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5606028216891750539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5606028216891750539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5606028216891750539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5606028216891750539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEmAevSHVSI/AAAAAAAADCc/4tSMoWOKCK0/s72-c/InspirationBoard_SlimPaley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-1335274870859392841</id><published>2010-07-21T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:27:27.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Thoughts? ...</title><content type='html'>First and foremost...a HUGE thank you to Tiffany Clemons, who helped whip my blog layout back into shape. She finally got the layout to look the way I wanted and even created me a new header. So here's to you BOYFRIEND!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, just want to mention that I just finished the India section of Eat, Pray, Love {can't wait for the movie!!!} and must admit, it was INTENSE buy quite eye opening. I've had several signs to point me in the direction of moving on with life and after finishing that section of her journey, I have decided that that is exactly what I am going to do. So, I'm holding all you friend to keeping me accountable. When my whining and excuses start, be brutal with me. This life is way too short to not be lived. I was quickly reminded of this today when I saw that one of my friends/neighbors was broken into last night while she was at dinner. It repulses me to think there are nasty people in this world that could do such a thing. So, I immediately called an insurance agent and now have renters insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that happy note, I've decided I'm overdue for some new furniture. How to fund it is another dilema {suggestions welcomed}. I've pretty much decided I need a new sofa. It will be the absolute first big purchase. Time to trade in the old white ikea starter sofa for something more along the lines of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7SJJ4yyI/AAAAAAAADBk/iE7HYtdI0sU/s1600/K_1232827_SA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496497421854231330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7SJJ4yyI/AAAAAAAADBk/iE7HYtdI0sU/s400/K_1232827_SA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost 99.998% sure this is the exact one I want {pending on how comfy it is}.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7Q8oS8II/AAAAAAAADBY/lOm2p46kbMw/s1600/DrakeDeskAVS9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496497401312243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7Q8oS8II/AAAAAAAADBY/lOm2p46kbMw/s400/DrakeDeskAVS9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I need a desk, but I had to share this. If you're in Crate and Barrel any time soon, scope out this sucker. I swear it will catch your eye even if you aren't looking for it.  We sat there and marveled over if for at least five minutes last weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7QtNGHyI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-gxR8QXnkY4/s1600/31oB1vey4lL__SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496497397171625762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7QtNGHyI/AAAAAAAADBQ/-gxR8QXnkY4/s400/31oB1vey4lL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, let me just wax poetically about how much I LOVE these chairs/HAVE to have one or two.  Despite their outragous price tags, these chairs are just insanely gorgeous. The leasing office in my complex has two of these and sometimes I like to go in there just to sit and dream.  I wish I were kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7QefQKSI/AAAAAAAADBI/1nBuCngnhg0/s1600/Charleston+Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496497393221249314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7QefQKSI/AAAAAAAADBI/1nBuCngnhg0/s400/Charleston+Bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lastly, I've decided I need a grown up bar for my place.  Not sure about the actual piece of furniture I will put it on, but I know it will have the same feel as this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I really want your thoughts, ideas, suggestions, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-1335274870859392841?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/1335274870859392841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=1335274870859392841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1335274870859392841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/1335274870859392841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-thoughts.html' title='Your Thoughts? ...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEd7SJJ4yyI/AAAAAAAADBk/iE7HYtdI0sU/s72-c/K_1232827_SA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-7539037778050501234</id><published>2010-07-18T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:50:46.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madewell...</title><content type='html'>Part of the charm of Atlanta is that you can go to one section of the city and find women clad in nothing but designer clothing then go 10 minutes across town and be surrounded by the most extreme of indie/hippie/artsy fashion. Yesterday, my friend and I decided that a few hours at the pool were plenty and packed it up for a mini-adventure. What started out to be a hunt to the industrial warehouses that actually sell scraps {she's going to build me my dream coffee table....AHHHH!!!} turned into a drive all the way through the city ending up in Virginia Highlands at a quaint little Indian restaurant. I'll admit it, I've never had Indian food, but I've always wanted to try it. She played the gracious hostess role and picked everything out and ordered for us and I must say, this well traveled friend knew exactly what she was doing. Insanely delicious is all I can say. We started the meal out under an umbrella at a table on the sidewalk to be able to do some people watching, but the rain just wouldn't allow it. So after we decided that wearing drenched clothing isn't necessarily the best way to savor a meal, we packed it up and went into curry land with Bollywood movies playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think our whole mini-adventure really inspired us to go shopping. So we popped in the car and five minutes later, we found ourselves amidst a sea of people in Lennox Mall. I mentioned that I felt like I did when I was 13 and would hang out with friends at the mall on a Saturday. Except this time was a little bit different. We cruised the aisels of Crate and Barrel with jaw drops over several pieces of furniture only to later find ourselves in the china department. Even though I was surrounded by some REALLY big rocks on left hands, I didn't mind because I was actually looking for myself. No registry involved, just a purchase from my account. My dinnerware is old and tattered and quite frankly I'm completely over the style. So, I'm pretty sure I've picked out what I want and who knows, maybe I'll pull a Carrie and actually register for myself simply because I'm not getting married anytime soon. Hey, we single girls deserve nice things too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were actually on a hunt for some wardrobe updates for my friend. She asked me several times to play personal shopper for her. "I'll pay you to do it." Ummmmm, ok!!! But it was all in good fun because I've never actually done that as a job. Believe it or not, the pressure is a lot higher than you would think. I mean, this is a job. I don't do jobs half way. In fact, if it isn't completely perfect, the job is not complete. You'ld think that shopping for someone would come fairly easy for someone who could outshop pretty much anyone. However, its a bit more daunting of a task than you think. Shopping for yourself is quite easy. You see something you like, you try it on, you buy it. Simple as that. Not quite so when shopping for someone else. Unless they completely covet your style and want you to buy them exactly what you would buy for yourself, you have to dig a bit deeper. To elaborate, my friend leans more to the Anthropologie/hippie chic side. I, however, am more of a J.Crew kind of girl. So it is going to take some time to figure her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we did agree on was the incredible feeling you get when you walk into the new Madewell store. Holy moly, this place is amazing. To share some of the things I literally had to restrain myself from buying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBk_RwrUI/AAAAAAAADAA/fFVQZWGEG4c/s1600/VKW5ONCAS2Q5G8CAJA4U7KCAFOZDPVCA0HEAL2CALX3MRGCAIN1EA1CAG17SCICAF85QRRCA2SMSCKCAPNI9R2CAWMHLB0CAEGTML7CA42Q1MSCAKNO2WXCA8QT0SNCAJC4LNZCADLT7UC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237705294982466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBk_RwrUI/AAAAAAAADAA/fFVQZWGEG4c/s400/VKW5ONCAS2Q5G8CAJA4U7KCAFOZDPVCA0HEAL2CALX3MRGCAIN1EA1CAG17SCICAF85QRRCA2SMSCKCAPNI9R2CAWMHLB0CAEGTML7CA42Q1MSCAKNO2WXCA8QT0SNCAJC4LNZCADLT7UC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I'm a little late in the game here, but this fall, I will be purchasing the sharp black blazer to incorporate into my wardrobe.  I think its one of those staples that just keeps on giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBktxQ6gI/AAAAAAAAC_4/Q0m6hoyre8s/s1600/UXFX5LCA64EWNTCAI9VREMCAURQ4BLCA1II2W9CATT74WBCALWMDU1CAK9UT2OCATPAJIXCAA37JCWCAEFLKKICAMMZMLOCAX22V3YCA5DTXASCARLMXXZCAIEIOSRCA4LEGHMCAWD172M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237700595280386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBktxQ6gI/AAAAAAAAC_4/Q0m6hoyre8s/s400/UXFX5LCA64EWNTCAI9VREMCAURQ4BLCA1II2W9CATT74WBCALWMDU1CAK9UT2OCATPAJIXCAA37JCWCAEFLKKICAMMZMLOCAX22V3YCA5DTXASCARLMXXZCAIEIOSRCA4LEGHMCAWD172M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their jewelry has this industrial feel to it, but there are always slight little touches that add a kick of femininity to it for the perfect mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBchZc6FI/AAAAAAAAC_w/QAvJdYEoKEQ/s1600/N1QZTECASYG80ECA1MIIY5CACTP6M0CA8WHU3HCAUTV5SOCAGNWF5FCA6QOTBHCAWKTXYTCA2QE9LLCAP4LKTKCAT4SE03CANUMPO3CABQCHYBCAB4WPWRCABA117ZCASKWBTMCA2K6RJU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237559835224146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBchZc6FI/AAAAAAAAC_w/QAvJdYEoKEQ/s400/N1QZTECASYG80ECA1MIIY5CACTP6M0CA8WHU3HCAUTV5SOCAGNWF5FCA6QOTBHCAWKTXYTCA2QE9LLCAP4LKTKCAT4SE03CANUMPO3CABQCHYBCAB4WPWRCABA117ZCASKWBTMCA2K6RJU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This bracelet is just sheer perfection.  Simple and can be worn alone or paired with other bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBcRr1NLI/AAAAAAAAC_o/Ay8CHg15nck/s1600/server.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237555617346738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBcRr1NLI/AAAAAAAAC_o/Ay8CHg15nck/s400/server.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this outfit concept!!  That sweater is the pefect weight for summer time.  Even though it gets rather hot here, we spend most of our time inside where its cool.  I ALWAYS have a cardigan on hand with me...ALWAYS!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBcGfzL8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/NrvVMsucpUA/s1600/IDT5C7CA0MQT34CAEYKIQTCANWNP5UCA6VA7BGCA1UQ6P7CA4MW37XCAGX2IBWCANPX4PBCAOUFMKHCAHH3D8ZCAIAETWVCAZVS3A4CA8OFH5JCAD85XGOCAQZ5RQZCAX2H5P1CAVK440V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237552614092738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBcGfzL8I/AAAAAAAAC_g/NrvVMsucpUA/s400/IDT5C7CA0MQT34CAEYKIQTCANWNP5UCA6VA7BGCA1UQ6P7CA4MW37XCAGX2IBWCANPX4PBCAOUFMKHCAHH3D8ZCAIAETWVCAZVS3A4CA8OFH5JCAD85XGOCAQZ5RQZCAX2H5P1CAVK440V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I've been spending quite a lot of time at the pool, I've been hunting for a nice hat.  Pretty sure this one would do the trick!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBbqrVkUI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/dg33khnv-q4/s1600/GY7YU3CA2S90JECA7G0M1YCAP9YTP1CARNYOCVCAEO7F6XCAU5BPURCAKAOIT5CA1975K0CAIVCURXCA3V44TPCALIZRLICAX9W0K3CAZH25VQCAN1K970CAAASK39CABWG5N6CAMRRD55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237545146290498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBbqrVkUI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/dg33khnv-q4/s400/GY7YU3CA2S90JECA7G0M1YCAP9YTP1CARNYOCVCAEO7F6XCAU5BPURCAKAOIT5CA1975K0CAIVCURXCA3V44TPCALIZRLICAX9W0K3CAZH25VQCAN1K970CAAASK39CABWG5N6CAMRRD55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBaB8sDqI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/516f59JHXH0/s1600/EUB2G9CAU71Z79CA9JGWNICALISLSMCAER67BACATYD2XDCAXEHZX7CAMKMZV2CAIF7DOVCAL3YSYCCAFFODMPCAB3RCCVCA3K59HBCAYSFJR3CAFTIFPJCAK6S44NCA12RBAMCA3TEC3Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237517033344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBaB8sDqI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/516f59JHXH0/s400/EUB2G9CAU71Z79CA9JGWNICALISLSMCAER67BACATYD2XDCAXEHZX7CAMKMZV2CAIF7DOVCAL3YSYCCAFFODMPCAB3RCCVCA3K59HBCAYSFJR3CAFTIFPJCAK6S44NCA12RBAMCA3TEC3Z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBRG0fJTI/AAAAAAAAC_I/C-h98v6afJE/s1600/LY6T3XCA56J6TICAF6EY2MCA3KFQH0CACBBH1KCAQTC0G3CAFCC9ZSCAHOJ3H3CAQ432G1CA3T9W3SCA13MP1ECAJ9PR08CALMI4PNCAUHXSFZCAXS2W1UCAVD9A2KCAPY02FZCAZY332O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237363722298674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBRG0fJTI/AAAAAAAAC_I/C-h98v6afJE/s400/LY6T3XCA56J6TICAF6EY2MCA3KFQH0CACBBH1KCAQTC0G3CAFCC9ZSCAHOJ3H3CAQ432G1CA3T9W3SCA13MP1ECAJ9PR08CALMI4PNCAUHXSFZCAXS2W1UCAVD9A2KCAPY02FZCAZY332O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBQo_BFEI/AAAAAAAAC_A/EFHLwt_yRz4/s1600/erver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237355713401922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBQo_BFEI/AAAAAAAAC_A/EFHLwt_yRz4/s400/erver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little side note about Madewell.  They have the most INCREDIBLE collection of T-shirt type basics.  This picture does the shirt no justice at all.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBPh_vQ5I/AAAAAAAAC-4/WVZpQ4n3ycI/s1600/D9TC0YCA9Y6WKNCAK885J0CAIU1IHOCAWL3I8TCAFIWCBFCA7MWF91CA272HFWCASX92H2CA3OS7TDCAH6P0EQCAJ2F1I6CA2PLU1CCAP4USM4CA36JLUMCA61D6S9CA8KPSWNCAIMLDNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237336657511314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBPh_vQ5I/AAAAAAAAC-4/WVZpQ4n3ycI/s400/D9TC0YCA9Y6WKNCAK885J0CAIU1IHOCAWL3I8TCAFIWCBFCA7MWF91CA272HFWCASX92H2CA3OS7TDCAH6P0EQCAJ2F1I6CA2PLU1CCAP4USM4CA36JLUMCA61D6S9CA8KPSWNCAIMLDNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBO68vhjI/AAAAAAAAC-w/JrWHhbjnvHA/s1600/26W0TQCA9TDK8MCA4RAJPXCABUN18YCAMK079KCA2L9866CAYU39GICA3QX0J6CAT54UJWCAMG327SCAX51I8FCAZ86MRACA7V6EZCCA5DXMNNCAYTW5ZYCAE45MJWCAFVFKVZCAKKVBY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237326175962674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBO68vhjI/AAAAAAAAC-w/JrWHhbjnvHA/s400/26W0TQCA9TDK8MCA4RAJPXCABUN18YCAMK079KCA2L9866CAYU39GICA3QX0J6CAT54UJWCAMG327SCAX51I8FCAZ86MRACA7V6EZCCA5DXMNNCAYTW5ZYCAE45MJWCAFVFKVZCAKKVBY6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBOkO9prI/AAAAAAAAC-o/yKNof-P0hkI/s1600/26N204CANURVQ6CAA0453VCA896GWNCANQIRH0CAHIHYWXCASECA43CADY1NAJCAHOGM1JCACV16KVCAA4A4RNCAG6OXJ3CAWCB400CA8M137UCAJ0LIVGCAYZDZQPCA3XTC85CA1CWYQZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495237320078370482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBOkO9prI/AAAAAAAAC-o/yKNof-P0hkI/s400/26N204CANURVQ6CAA0453VCA896GWNCANQIRH0CAHIHYWXCASECA43CADY1NAJCAHOGM1JCACV16KVCAA4A4RNCAG6OXJ3CAWCB400CA8M137UCAJ0LIVGCAYZDZQPCA3XTC85CA1CWYQZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-7539037778050501234?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/7539037778050501234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=7539037778050501234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7539037778050501234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/7539037778050501234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/madewell.html' title='Madewell...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEMBk_RwrUI/AAAAAAAADAA/fFVQZWGEG4c/s72-c/VKW5ONCAS2Q5G8CAJA4U7KCAFOZDPVCA0HEAL2CALX3MRGCAIN1EA1CAG17SCICAF85QRRCA2SMSCKCAPNI9R2CAWMHLB0CAEGTML7CA42Q1MSCAKNO2WXCA8QT0SNCAJC4LNZCADLT7UC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5634768482699045769</id><published>2010-07-17T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:35:01.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Tile...</title><content type='html'>I had a very "friendly" request from the old buddy Caldwell.  She is in the process of re-doing her bathroom and the look they're going for is white subway tile and white marble countertops.  Her two tasks at hand for decisions are as follows:  what to do with the floor and wha to do with the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I think it would be insanely TDF to have a bathroom of wall to wall subway tile, I also recommended she stay on the practical side with cost cutting.  In my opinion, a home should be something you love. It should reflect your personal style regardless of the amount of time you plan on living there. Whether you never can imagine leaving the house you live in or you know that you have 5 years before an upgrade is necessary, I think it is extremely important to personalize your living space.  However, if you're in the 5 years or less category like my friend Sara, I don't necessarily recommend sinking boo koodles of money into renovations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told her that if it were me, I'ld opt for subway tile in the shower, a hexagon tile on the floors and the white marble countertop.  Drywall will be just fine if painted the perfect color of muted grey in my opinion. Since that wasn't life changing or anything spectacular, I figured I could gather up several white bathroom pictures as inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Whatley {Caldwell}, enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKcgEFu3I/AAAAAAAAC-g/clzDH-XYCtQ/s1600/white+bath+6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036348849306482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKcgEFu3I/AAAAAAAAC-g/clzDH-XYCtQ/s400/white+bath+6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKcCC12RI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/E-svGJoNDiE/s1600/white+bath+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036340791007506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKcCC12RI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/E-svGJoNDiE/s400/white+bath+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKbl7ZjCI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/RhDs2a6OGmc/s1600/white+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036333243599906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKbl7ZjCI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/RhDs2a6OGmc/s400/white+bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKaxAqYII/AAAAAAAAC-I/4t1JLW2vWdc/s1600/white+bath+2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036319038595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKaxAqYII/AAAAAAAAC-I/4t1JLW2vWdc/s400/white+bath+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKL7tDq3I/AAAAAAAAC-A/PYDWtQlE8wA/s1600/white+bath+5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036064211118962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKL7tDq3I/AAAAAAAAC-A/PYDWtQlE8wA/s400/white+bath+5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKLdpDM8I/AAAAAAAAC94/u4iPGlBq8hU/s1600/R4522p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036056141247426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKLdpDM8I/AAAAAAAAC94/u4iPGlBq8hU/s400/R4522p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKLNO13-I/AAAAAAAAC9w/QO2nbXTbl5w/s1600/Molly_Frey_Design_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036051736354786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKLNO13-I/AAAAAAAAC9w/QO2nbXTbl5w/s400/Molly_Frey_Design_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKK6GpoCI/AAAAAAAAC9o/IH7hSQmDfrw/s1600/mirror+on+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036046601723938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKK6GpoCI/AAAAAAAAC9o/IH7hSQmDfrw/s400/mirror+on+mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKKrVXkUI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4yNB7mQMqME/s1600/frank+features+magnificent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495036042636923202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKKrVXkUI/AAAAAAAAC9g/4yNB7mQMqME/s400/frank+features+magnificent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJvkIdTkI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/5vxCd__y3Tw/s1600/elledecoration_moodboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495035576847257154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJvkIdTkI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/5vxCd__y3Tw/s400/elledecoration_moodboard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJveDS2HI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/WTqqW1tl-pY/s1600/ABT_Bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495035575214987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJveDS2HI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/WTqqW1tl-pY/s400/ABT_Bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJvE5XgEI/AAAAAAAAC9I/_Yp1fcKM9l8/s1600/7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495035568462463042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJvE5XgEI/AAAAAAAAC9I/_Yp1fcKM9l8/s400/7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJusSxhtI/AAAAAAAAC9A/B9z9qOhhhCA/s1600/6a00e554d7b8278833011571d4702a970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495035561858139858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJusSxhtI/AAAAAAAAC9A/B9z9qOhhhCA/s400/6a00e554d7b8278833011571d4702a970b-500wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJuYoLlAI/AAAAAAAAC84/tnGBoodGrrM/s1600/690340878_QLsGL-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495035556579218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJJuYoLlAI/AAAAAAAAC84/tnGBoodGrrM/s400/690340878_QLsGL-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-5634768482699045769?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/5634768482699045769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=5634768482699045769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5634768482699045769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/5634768482699045769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/white-tile.html' title='White Tile...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEJKcgEFu3I/AAAAAAAAC-g/clzDH-XYCtQ/s72-c/white+bath+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-4672760998358956180</id><published>2010-07-16T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:06:53.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Secret...</title><content type='html'>I've been sworn to absolute secrecy about the source. But hopefully in a few weeks I can share {Megan just say the word!!!} this amazing heaven on the world wide webs {hines??}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone buy one of these for me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEEA8tgx2-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/buLY2YRHlWg/s1600/zZN60625navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494674063377947618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEEA8tgx2-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/buLY2YRHlWg/s400/zZN60625navy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEEA2PrWC8I/AAAAAAAAC8o/mHj268JbDQY/s1600/zPAjn213gld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494673952289983426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEEA2PrWC8I/AAAAAAAAC8o/mHj268JbDQY/s400/zPAjn213gld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TEEA1_C0ZFI/AAAAAAAAC8g/8xvRzISllXM/s1600/zLSde9009camel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494673947825038418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Literally. The girl went to college in Italy to become an art conservationist {is that the correct terminology??}. Best part is, she's by far the most down to earth person you'll ever meet. Not pretentious. Not the typical "I'm a artist so I'm intellectually on a different level than you." Just a simple, fun, crazy but sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I asked her how much time she spends painting. And by that, I meant in a creative way, not in a "restore the Mona Lisa" kind of way. Apparantly, she has semi-abandoned her creative outlet because it became somewhat of a chore and less of a joy. However, she promised, she can re-create ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you know me, you know exactly how the wheels in my head started turning. I am ALWAYS on the hunt for art. But let's be honest here...art doesn't come cheap. And right now, there is just no room in the budget for a $5000 painting. Believe me, if I could, I would. I'm a firm believer in buying investment items. The gifts that keep on giving, if you get my drift. But just like you won't see designer bags hanging in my closet {yet}, you won't see expensive art hanging on my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she told me this, I just about flipped. Especially the part where she offered to recreate any painting of my choosing. Oh holy moly, where do I even begin?? Visions of abstract paintings literally started flying through my head. At this point I'm imagining a HUGE paiting to go over the wall behind my sofa. Probably one so big, I'll have to have the canvas custome made. And I'm seeing something very simplistic but one that will make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally something like this, just a different color pallette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzrdtqjsI/AAAAAAAAC8A/fUmpPmv_3eQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-02-14+at+8.01.44+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493533573521247938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzrdtqjsI/AAAAAAAAC8A/fUmpPmv_3eQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-02-14+at+8.01.44+AM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then I got to thinking about the rest of the condo.  Not one picture has been hung {sorry Hines, the banschee original will be the ABSOLUTE FIRST to be hung as soon as I buy some nails}.  These walls are bare. Literally.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through the years, I've collected framses and art of all sorts, but just like my decorating style, there is no uniform thread that runs through.  Just a bunch of things that I like.  Items that caught my eye at some point and were added to the collection.  So with all these things, I now have the challenge of placing them somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always been intrigued by the idea of random photo collage wall, if you will.  Actually, my grandmother had one in her living room, although it literally was that...random photo collage.  No order or design to it.  Just each time she was given a framed family picture of framed 2nd grade shot, it went up on the wall where there was room.  It was chaotic and overwhelming, but it was hers.  I'll always think of her when I see this design idea in magazines.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I want to start a wall.  I'm not sure where yet, but I know its somethign I will love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzq6gd0BI/AAAAAAAAC74/VhgmK3pu7U8/s1600/picrail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493533564070645778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzq6gd0BI/AAAAAAAAC74/VhgmK3pu7U8/s400/picrail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What are your thoughts??  I'ld love to hear from you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzqX-pVoI/AAAAAAAAC7w/M4b9Cr47BeM/s1600/InspirationBoard_SlimPaley.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8856352426585532628?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8856352426585532628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8856352426585532628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8856352426585532628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8856352426585532628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-these-walls-could-talk.html' title='If these walls could talk...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDzzrdtqjsI/AAAAAAAAC8A/fUmpPmv_3eQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-02-14+at+8.01.44+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5103990987626811355</id><published>2010-07-12T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:16:10.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help. Me. Rhonda. ...</title><content type='html'>After a bland heated up meal of chicken and rice for lunch {budget and healthy...a guarantee for disaster but a promise at a slimmer waistline}, I decided to take a break from the cubicle and drove over to Books a Million.  Its always been a silly thing I do. Whenver I'm on the hunt for free entertainment, I plop down in those big comfy chairs with my arms piled high with magazines. Yep. I'm that girl.  I can literally stay for at least 2 hours. And now I've just solidified the fact that I'm a complete loser.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I only had time to fly through a tattered US Weekly {I'm guessing someone else knows this secret freebie} and barely skim this month's copy of House Beautiful.  To be honest, I went on Friday, knowing that it has to be that time...new issue time!!  Well, after a conversation with a very un-informed sales associate, I sadly realized I was a little ahead of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, however, I was right on time.  I literally spent 30 seconds looking through it because I was on the phone with a friend.  So tomorrow, I know EXACTLY what I'm doing over lunch. Going back to read the magazine cover to cover and stare at these beauties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuu2iaSSyI/AAAAAAAAC7A/14D3ZL8FKbk/s1600/livingroom-red-chairs-fireplace-0710-watson-03-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493176422481677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuu2iaSSyI/AAAAAAAAC7A/14D3ZL8FKbk/s400/livingroom-red-chairs-fireplace-0710-watson-03-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuu2DtF7QI/AAAAAAAAC64/yCecqBHqU3A/s1600/framed-photos-wall-0710-o-neill-01-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493176414239059202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuu2DtF7QI/AAAAAAAAC64/yCecqBHqU3A/s400/framed-photos-wall-0710-o-neill-01-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuuvhRe00I/AAAAAAAAC6w/_qmj2BaXygU/s1600/fireplace-sofa-black-and-white-0710-o-neill-04-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493176301917229890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuuvhRe00I/AAAAAAAAC6w/_qmj2BaXygU/s400/fireplace-sofa-black-and-white-0710-o-neill-04-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuuvR3KELI/AAAAAAAAC6o/G9nuDItPytk/s1600/bedroom-headboard-neutral-0710-watson05-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493176297780285618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuuvR3KELI/AAAAAAAAC6o/G9nuDItPytk/s400/bedroom-headboard-neutral-0710-watson05-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuuvFDsEhI/AAAAAAAAC6g/XV4ns3gQApo/s1600/03-MulveySutter-After_rect540-de-5393789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493176294343184914" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Me. Rhonda. ...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDuu2iaSSyI/AAAAAAAAC7A/14D3ZL8FKbk/s72-c/livingroom-red-chairs-fireplace-0710-watson-03-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-519100640059220222</id><published>2010-07-11T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:21:39.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Treat...</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I have a slight obsession with a meal. The love affair started several weeks ago when I was living in a hotel for the week. Obviously, I had to eat basically every meal out. That in itself was disgusting and I probably gained a temporary 5lbs that week. By day 2, I was completely over ordering all my meals, so I decided it was time to start getting a little healthier. The Chickfila 50 feet from my office was not helping my cause. But I was pleasantly surprised when I went out on a whim and got the fruit and yogurt parfait for breakfast in lieu of the chicken biscuit {I know...there are tons of people booing me right now}. Anyway, it was delicious and I got it for breakfast the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm settled in, I've began making my own version and treating myself to it for breakfast or maybe if I'm craving something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpQqMVpj5I/AAAAAAAAC6I/krMQKeKLw9g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492791381328498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpQqMVpj5I/AAAAAAAAC6I/krMQKeKLw9g/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {Sorry for the bad pictures...the SLR is in my car}  A mixture of fat free vanilla yogurt, low fat granola, strawberries and blueberries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpQpX6BK7I/AAAAAAAAC6A/OmS-JyVY07c/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492791367253961650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpQpX6BK7I/AAAAAAAAC6A/OmS-JyVY07c/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Absolutely pure heaven.  Go make yourself a bowl.  You won't be disappointed...I promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2776122030831105578-519100640059220222?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/519100640059220222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=519100640059220222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/519100640059220222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/519100640059220222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-treat.html' title='Summer Treat...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpQqMVpj5I/AAAAAAAAC6I/krMQKeKLw9g/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6926029908446288029</id><published>2010-07-11T18:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:15:20.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer List...</title><content type='html'>I've spent the whole weekend being lazy by the pool, soaking up as much sun as I can. I'm not going to lie...I feel like I live in a resort. Yesterday, a friend from college came to visit for the day and she said,"who needs a vacation when you live here?" So on the weekends, I pretty much stay in vacation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't done any shopping in quite some time, I've compiled a list of things I would like to have before the summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpA0DyI2II/AAAAAAAAC54/OaOe_KbOZEo/s1600/Gorjana+G+Ring+Earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492773958644717698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpA0DyI2II/AAAAAAAAC54/OaOe_KbOZEo/s400/Gorjana+G+Ring+Earrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have Stella and Dot earrings almost identical to these, but in my opinion, you can't have too many pairs of simple designs like this.  The other day, I had on a pair somewhat similar and a girl in my condo randomly said to me, "those earrings aren't By Boe are they?"  Well they were, and that convo started a fun friendship.  The point is, it has been my experience that something simple like this will really actually amp up an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzq84C_I/AAAAAAAAC5w/ANF0ck5Qhto/s1600/0410770491487R_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492773951978867698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzq84C_I/AAAAAAAAC5w/ANF0ck5Qhto/s400/0410770491487R_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday we were at the pool and this extremely stylish 50 something man was sporting a pair of these.  Now, I've had my eyes on these for some time, but just haven't bit the bullet and purchased yet.  Since he was part of our marathon round of cornhole, I felt comfortable enough to ask if I might be able to try them on.  I did and fell in love.  He then proceeded to start telling Ry how men are to buy women lots of gifts.  It got awkward. I walked away.  And I'm pretty sure I'll be the one buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzQS1eqI/AAAAAAAAC5o/G9N6N8a6mY0/s1600/78288433-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492773944823216802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzQS1eqI/AAAAAAAAC5o/G9N6N8a6mY0/s400/78288433-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzJ78kBI/AAAAAAAAC5g/TK9wTL8TTqE/s1600/77252434-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492773943116599314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpAzJ78kBI/AAAAAAAAC5g/TK9wTL8TTqE/s400/77252434-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to pay homage to my old residence, who doesn't love a pair of jean shorts?? TOTALLY KIDDING!! I actually like the top here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6926029908446288029?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6926029908446288029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6926029908446288029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6926029908446288029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6926029908446288029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-list.html' title='Summer List...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDpA0DyI2II/AAAAAAAAC54/OaOe_KbOZEo/s72-c/Gorjana+G+Ring+Earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-8705382960045056546</id><published>2010-07-11T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:42:45.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Over...</title><content type='html'>You have to be grateful for the type of friend who will call you out on your pity party. I really wasn't even having one, probably just sharing a little too much, when I got a message from a friend asking if I'm ok. And the answer is, Yes, I'm just fine!  Big life transitions bring those tye of moments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she has a knack for pulling me out of my funk {remember the time I went through the wet hair and mismatched outfit phase...it was her who brought it to my attention. Funny story actually}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this one's for you Hines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post with some bright cheery rooms...just what I need to jump start me.  That and my trip to the pool for the afternoon that I'm about to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzqQK1_MI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9TIzCS9A9DY/s1600/ScreenCaptures754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492689127775534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzqQK1_MI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9TIzCS9A9DY/s400/ScreenCaptures754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzpgmJreI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Qfyot0CImXE/s1600/MP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492689115005169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzpgmJreI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Qfyot0CImXE/s400/MP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzpKtlpXI/AAAAAAAAC5I/4PDLYp-PBxo/s1600/modern-classics-in-a-manhattan-xlg-27692012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492689109130782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzpKtlpXI/AAAAAAAAC5I/4PDLYp-PBxo/s400/modern-classics-in-a-manhattan-xlg-27692012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-8705382960045056546?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/8705382960045056546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=8705382960045056546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8705382960045056546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/8705382960045056546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-over.html' title='Party Over...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDnzqQK1_MI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9TIzCS9A9DY/s72-c/ScreenCaptures754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3745894065612853526</id><published>2010-07-09T18:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T19:04:27.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one....</title><content type='html'>If you've been following my blog , you'll know that every now and then, I post a heavy one. And by that, I mean that its not a picture perfect snapshot of life.  Let's be honest here, life isn't always lived through rose colored glasses. In fact, I think it rarely is. That is the beauty of blogging is that it is an escape from this harsh world and a way to be positive when negativity is coming at you from every angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tonight, my heart is starting to sink a little bit. You know the times that you are just on cloud nine and the whole time in the back of your head you're just waiting on the bomb to go off?  You know that moments that are so perfect only last a little while. What goes up, must come down.  Its the law of gravity and the law of life. Its filled with good times and bad ones too.  Easy times and hard ones too.  But outside of the peaks and the valleys are the bits of time that are neither horrible nor wonderful. They're merely life. That everyday mediocre, get through the day, make it through with a few laughs and go to bed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year was spent mostly in the pit for me. All that time, I just kept waiting and waiting and waiting to climb out of that deep dark despair. I kept waiting on my time to shine. Waiting for something decent to happen to me. I wasn't even asking for excellence, simply something positive.  Time went on and everything stood at a stand still for a while. And I one day realized, I was no longer in that pit, but rather, simply driving on the flat land also known as every day life.  For a while there, I was okay with this.  At least it wasn't where I'ld been before.  And so, I became content with what most would call normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then out of nowhere, opportunities started coming my way to be able to live out my life long dream.  To live in a city full of life. A big city busting at the seems with energy and people who are on the same journey in life that I'm on. Not that there is anything wrong with the way that most people my age I know live, but I can't relate to my friends who are married with kids.  Believe me, I want that life...eventually...just not now. I would imagine that most people think I must be some type of martian for saying this.  Its the southern way of life.  At 26 years old, if you are still single, go ahead and send in your picture to the company who manufactures the card game Old Maid.  But I refuse to buy into this. I really am glad that I have the freedom to live out the dreams I've always worked towards. To be able to up and move in a heart beat to pursue these dreams.  To have the world at my fingertips and have no idea where or who I'll end up with.  Its exhilierating just thinking about it. And that is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the dust is settling and I'm finally figuring out this place, this dark cloud has started to move my way and is just waiting to rain on my parade. You ever feel like that? You ever feel like just saying to the man in red downstairs, "You know what. You aren't going to ruin this for me!  You can keep trying as much as you want, but I'm not budging. So you might as well take your party elsewhere."  I wish I could send him an email right now and let him know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm crazy?? Well, my friends, its not insanity...its reality. And that reality is called spiritual warfare. Now, I'm not going to use this blog as a spiritual outreach.  I like to keep it light around here. I'm passionate for my savior, but I'ld much rather talk about it that post about it.  But this is one thing I do want to say.  When you start to feel that dark cloud come your way...face it head on.  Whip out the umbrella.  Put on the rain boots. Because the truth is, its not going away for a while, but like every rain shower, eventually it moves on to somewhere else and the sun comes back out.  And it will be sunny and beautiful again for a while, but you know that at some point, another storm will come. A tornado will come and wipe away everything. Lightning will cause everythign to get out of whack.  Hail will come and put huge dents in things.  But you always know that these storms are only temporary.  And no I'm not talkign about the weather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, its done. The heavy post is over.  More light ones to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-3745894065612853526?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3745894065612853526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3745894065612853526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3745894065612853526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3745894065612853526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-one.html' title='Another one....'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-6209109336391557776</id><published>2010-07-08T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:03:44.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet...</title><content type='html'>Hey Sweet Friends.  Remember me? I know, its been a while. I just cant' seem to get my act together can I?  Well, please be patient with me.  Time seems to be moving at a standstill when it comes to having the finances up and running back to normal. A word to the wise:  whenever you decide to up and move your life to a new city, make sure you've saved up LOTS of money. It takes time for you to get up and running on payroll and have all the extra expenses put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until probably week after next, I'll just continue doing what I'm actually used to at this point. No tv or internet. I must say, its quite refreshing. It has forced me to relax with a good book {Eat, Pray, Love ... to be exact} and go out and socialize.  Both of which I NEVER did in Florida.  I'm afraid I'll always look back on those days in disgust.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally say that a year has come and gone since the heartbreak of 2009.  What is the phrase, "in like a lion, out like a lamb" ??  This time last year, the world was over for me and now its just beginning!!  What an amazing blessing.  Thanks to all of you for putting up with me all this time. Thanks for your sweet words of encouragment.  I'm beyond grateful for my amazing friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-6209109336391557776?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/6209109336391557776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=6209109336391557776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6209109336391557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/6209109336391557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-3991785512463863050</id><published>2010-07-05T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:49:22.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea...</title><content type='html'>It wasn't too long ago that a day with "nothing to do" really meant having NOTHING to do. Now, however, this phrase really holds no meaning. I'm actually having to LIMIT myself to only so much fun. Wait, I'm 26...is this too old to live this way? I really hope not, because I don't think I'm going to stop due to inappropriateness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, instead of just slothing around like I used to do on holidays, I decided to make a little trip to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, hold the reactions. I'm sure you've all either heard or experienced the sheer bliss that takes over the second you step off the escalator into several hours worth of a maze full of incredible home decor. Sure, the quality isn't always the best {hence the wobbly coffee table I will soon replace}, but the ideas flowing through that heaven on earth is enough to pull me back into the blog world immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a few pictures on my phone along the way, so please ignore the poor quality, but rather enjoy several things that left me drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZFQ_A2xI/AAAAAAAAC5A/p-VTh7iUsPI/s1600/sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490478473967360786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZFQ_A2xI/AAAAAAAAC5A/p-VTh7iUsPI/s400/sink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sink was unlike anything I've seen before.  The actual "bowl" is really shallow and just perfect. Absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZFKCLgAI/AAAAAAAAC44/pTkQP-va7T0/s1600/side+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490478472101593090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZFKCLgAI/AAAAAAAAC44/pTkQP-va7T0/s400/side+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; REALLY going to need this for a new side table. REALLY about to make a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZE4sxP6I/AAAAAAAAC4w/qRJ2O4Hh1p4/s1600/rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490478467448389538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZE4sxP6I/AAAAAAAAC4w/qRJ2O4Hh1p4/s400/rug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Currently obsessed with this color combo. I've actually seen this rug in several magazines prior and when I saw it in person, I knew it was meant to be. Pretty sure this will be in my living room very shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZD2zDiSI/AAAAAAAAC4o/2lowz-WWIsU/s1600/bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490478449758013730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZD2zDiSI/AAAAAAAAC4o/2lowz-WWIsU/s400/bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wardrobe was absolutley insane. Loving the color!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2776122030831105578-3991785512463863050?l=rachelmachen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/feeds/3991785512463863050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2776122030831105578&amp;postID=3991785512463863050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3991785512463863050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776122030831105578/posts/default/3991785512463863050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/07/ikea.html' title='Ikea...'/><author><name>FLASHING LIGHTS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/THqhSAcQsiI/AAAAAAAADHw/LfhYiqWlLRU/S220/IMG_1134.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O5QLjoYP7QQ/TDIZFQ_A2xI/AAAAAAAAC5A/p-VTh7iUsPI/s72-c/sink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-5583554582615922538</id><published>2010-07-05T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:20:37.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th...</title><content type='html'>OOPS!! No pictures of the condo. Its been an incredibly fun weekend without a moment to spare to do a photo shoot. Maybe today, I'll get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Ryan came in town for the weekend.  We went with friends to an incredible mexican restaurant and came back to my place for a pretty crazy game of cornhole. 
