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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:17:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Adventures with Edward</category><category>bobble head</category><category>poem</category><category>Barbie</category><category>movies</category><category>Barbie car</category><category>New Moon</category><category>police car</category><category>Team Edward</category><category>Snuggie</category><category>Boulder</category><category>renaissance</category><category>beaches</category><category>Epcot Center</category><category>Sunglasses Edward</category><category>snowman</category><category>Twilight doll</category><category>jello</category><category>Charades</category><category>Bella doll</category><category>shield</category><category>All My Dolls</category><category>handcuffs</category><category>presents</category><category>brothers</category><category>airplanes</category><category>Edward doll</category><category>work</category><category>baby daddy</category><category>Sweethearts</category><category>Christmas</category><category>infomercial</category><category>manly</category><category>Colorado</category><category>Twilight movie</category><category>ground turkey</category><category>toothpicks</category><category>Alamo</category><category>sunglasses</category><category>Texas</category><category>LOST</category><category>haiku</category><category>Men Dolls</category><category>Mickey Mouse</category><category>knitting</category><category>poetry</category><category>psych</category><category>tree climbing</category><category>Ladyhawke</category><category>scarf</category><category>writing</category><category>President Obama</category><category>love</category><category>office supplies</category><category>paperclips</category><category>human</category><category>wild</category><category>Michael Vartan Doll</category><title>Adventures with Edward</title><description /><link>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdventuresWithEdward" /><feedburner:info uri="adventureswithedward" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-5570082731397322263</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T14:01:56.473-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shield</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">renaissance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jello</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunglasses Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward Sunglasses in a sticky situation</title><description>Setting:&amp;nbsp; Kitchen of the human&lt;br /&gt;
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"Anyone seen my shield?&amp;nbsp; I'm late for the Renaissance Festival!", Edward Sunglasses shouts.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;"You're such a dork, Edward Sunglasses.&amp;nbsp; Nobody uses shields anymore," says Edward.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well, it came in&amp;nbsp;your box!&amp;nbsp; What else are you gonna use it for?" Edward Sunglasses shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-PfnhTPcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rzMKOEyiWJU/s1600/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-PfnhTPcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rzMKOEyiWJU/s320/Picture+002.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Grinning mischievously, Edward slides over a suspicious dish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-QEMwzqDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/u5r_EOM231k/s1600/Picture+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-QEMwzqDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/u5r_EOM231k/s320/Picture+010.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edward Sunglasses stares.&amp;nbsp;"What in the blue blazes is that...wait...is that...&lt;em&gt;my shield&lt;/em&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward laughs uproariously.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-QqiNQcXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2pqzzC4GS08/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-QqiNQcXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2pqzzC4GS08/s320/Picture+009.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"IT'S JELLO!&amp;nbsp; YOU KNOW...JELLO?&amp;nbsp; HAHAAHAHA JELLO!"&amp;nbsp; Edward guffaws.&amp;nbsp; "Oh man, I got you!&amp;nbsp; I sooo got you!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-SAniIx4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BT3BmmjXbOY/s1600/Picture+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-SAniIx4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BT3BmmjXbOY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You big dummy.&amp;nbsp; Now I gotta fish that shield out...so gross."&amp;nbsp; Edward Sunglasses tentatively digs in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, Edward Sunglasses doesn't bend so well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-S5A3yjaI/AAAAAAAAAmY/itwqTq3_R70/s1600/Picture+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-S5A3yjaI/AAAAAAAAAmY/itwqTq3_R70/s320/Picture+012.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"This is so much worse than that time I only had ground turkey from the tube to eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-5570082731397322263?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/QZq9kC9COz4/adventures-with-edward-edward.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S7-OnRfXzDI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FascfYgA97c/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2010/04/adventures-with-edward-edward.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-8319905292428455621</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-02T10:13:25.495-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sweethearts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All My Dolls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bella doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: All My Dolls</title><description>Setting:&amp;nbsp; the set of the new soap opera series called "All My Dolls".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41J5Fwl8oI/AAAAAAAAAak/_nCHfHNaUp4/s1600-h/lunapic_126754572997346_19%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41J5Fwl8oI/AAAAAAAAAak/_nCHfHNaUp4/s320/lunapic_126754572997346_19%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Aaaand ACTION!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Bella, I'm sure glad we're finally together.&amp;nbsp; I like having you as my woman."&amp;nbsp; Edward puts his arm around Bella.&amp;nbsp; Well, as much as his plastic elbows allows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41Dn69okRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lH7tfE5zc8Q/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41Dn69okRI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lH7tfE5zc8Q/s320/Picture+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bella snuggles next to Edward's plastic pea coat. "Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Me too.&amp;nbsp; Oh, so I made this for you.&amp;nbsp; It's to go with your scarf."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41Eo39HooI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7WRnV1BvFv0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41Eo39HooI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7WRnV1BvFv0/s320/Picture+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Edward takes the hat and puts it on.&amp;nbsp; Bella was thoughtful enough to account for his spikey stick uppy hair.&amp;nbsp; So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41FSi7j2XI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EvmwyKh14Mo/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41FSi7j2XI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EvmwyKh14Mo/s320/Picture+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edward slips it on and turns to Bella.&amp;nbsp; "Whaddya think?&amp;nbsp; Is it me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Bella taps her chin thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, the other dolls point their &lt;strike&gt;fingers&lt;/strike&gt; hands and laugh at Edward.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41GdJc1PlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HT_P10KYXFc/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41GdJc1PlI/AAAAAAAAAaU/HT_P10KYXFc/s320/Picture+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"HAHAHAHA You look like a dork."&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward rips the hat off his head and mutters "You guys suck."&lt;br /&gt;
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Edward #2, seeing this as a chance to steal Bella's attention shouts, "I'll wear it!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41HzTqlrvI/AAAAAAAAAac/Rwv7U0sjTJU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41HzTqlrvI/AAAAAAAAAac/Rwv7U0sjTJU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
However, as soon as Edward #2 puts on the hat, he realizes he does, indeed, look like a dork and takes it off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Turning to Edward Noir, he says "hey man, you wanna try it on?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41MiJEUWmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YXj5WpYNpaU/s1600-h/126754572997346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41MiJEUWmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YXj5WpYNpaU/s320/126754572997346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edward Noir sniffs in disgust.&amp;nbsp; "Are you kidding me?&amp;nbsp; I am way too cool to wear that thing".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Edward #2 looks pointedly down at Edward Noir's brown shoes with his black suit and blue shirt.&amp;nbsp; "Gee, Ed, I think you should've been a little more choosy when you got dressed.&amp;nbsp; You don't match at all."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Edward Noir rolls his plastic eyeballs.&amp;nbsp; "Whatever.&amp;nbsp; I'm still too cool."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Edward faces Bella and says in his sultry hushed vampirey voice, "I'm sorry Bella.&amp;nbsp; I was wrong to not wear your hat.&amp;nbsp; Would that make you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41ODN0atTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uobrzGCku04/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41ODN0atTI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uobrzGCku04/s320/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bella, ever dramatic, turns away from Edward and says quietly, "I'll have to think about it.&amp;nbsp; I need to be alone.&amp;nbsp; And...just so you know, I think your scarf has a hole."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41OuVwmSKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4IirthFKBvE/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41OuVwmSKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4IirthFKBvE/s320/Picture+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edward takes a deep breath and turns to Edward #2 and Edward Noir.&amp;nbsp; "Guys, I need my hat back.&amp;nbsp; I'll look like a dork but I'll have Bella.&amp;nbsp; So.&amp;nbsp; Give it here."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Edward #2 reluctantly gives back the hat.&amp;nbsp; He must think of other ways to steal the affections of Bella.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41PfHHdySI/AAAAAAAAAbM/M-tRBb9mwAo/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41PfHHdySI/AAAAAAAAAbM/M-tRBb9mwAo/s320/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love.&amp;nbsp; It's a tricky complicated crocheted thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now to our sponsor, Sweethearts, for when you want to say &lt;strong&gt;BITE ME&lt;/strong&gt; and have it be a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41TFAXnwLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UhzaKBbI6-4/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41TFAXnwLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UhzaKBbI6-4/s320/Picture+018.jpg" /&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/6222575236852361235-8319905292428455621?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/IQ3vsW7L-bM/adventures-with-edward-all-my-dolls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S41J5Fwl8oI/AAAAAAAAAak/_nCHfHNaUp4/s72-c/lunapic_126754572997346_19%5B1%5D.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventures-with-edward-all-my-dolls.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-6483684427727397589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T09:11:24.451-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">handcuffs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">police car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psych</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">President Obama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bobble head</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alamo</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward gets arrested</title><description>Setting: Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It all started out so innocently," Edward says. "I was just doing a little sightseeing. I even got a Tshirt that said THE LONESTAR STATE in honor of my trip. Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, the Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IY6Ndgb9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1_oMa9WS4u8/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422924289632399314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IY6Ndgb9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1_oMa9WS4u8/s400/mail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was kind of boring, so I headed over to the Riverwalk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IZLde88DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B0F1Df1Lq1U/s1600-h/mail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422924585991204914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IZLde88DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/B0F1Df1Lq1U/s400/mail2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, THAT was kind of boring so I got ... distracted. And maybe carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I found me a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IcTjjHfMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DBux9sLnocU/s1600-h/mail7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928023593123010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IcTjjHfMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DBux9sLnocU/s400/mail7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that was cool and all, riding around town. And then I came across the President. Or maybe it was a look alike? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0Ickk2g84I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vm1OkNLBvL0/s1600-h/mail6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928316000695170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0Ickk2g84I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vm1OkNLBvL0/s400/mail6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we posed. He liked my Texas Tshirt and I liked his red tie. We partied down, told jokes, I pushed his bobble head around. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I thought, you know what would be REALLY fun? To drive a REAL car. So I found me a nice car with a sweet sound system and just when I was blasting some Journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0Ic65iPL6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/mZj4A9P5CAc/s1600-h/mail4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422928699509911458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0Ic65iPL6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/mZj4A9P5CAc/s400/mail4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... that's when the po-po found me. And by "po-po" I mean big hairy uniformed guys in a big hairy car with flashing lights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They didn't think my little joy ride was all that cute, even when I started throwing down some gangsta rap, so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IdQUM8u6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/EIguH51DwNk/s1600-h/mail5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422929067445631906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IdQUM8u6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/EIguH51DwNk/s400/mail5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I had to put my hands behind my back. It was just like one of those COPS shows. Only, I'm a plastic doll, and my arms only bend so much. So those policemen had themselves a little mini-conference to discuss how to transport me. This is what they decided:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IdyHBUYKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWiTPic-Pt8/s1600-h/mail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422929648022741154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IdyHBUYKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWiTPic-Pt8/s400/mail3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, handcuffed and strapped into the car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wondered if Bella Doll would think I was a trouble maker, would she post bail? Would Edward Sunglasses make a second appearance? How would Bella Doll even know I'm in jail? What happened to my scarf? HOLY COW I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's when I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IevLby5MI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TTVd9saDEGw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422930697179555010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IevLby5MI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TTVd9saDEGw/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCH. You think I actually got arrested? Psh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I had you going there, didn't I?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-6483684427727397589?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/NSRfE5e8jLM/adventures-with-edward-edward-gets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/S0IY6Ndgb9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1_oMa9WS4u8/s72-c/mail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-with-edward-edward-gets.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-3140902548468685407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T08:08:24.382-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">presents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bella doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward makes a Christmas wish</title><description>Setting: tiny alcove with a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, stands next to his Christmas tree in his new Christmas coat. It's a little roomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzIu-nC1jKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Xe3_gzW3BRg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418444954847775906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzIu-nC1jKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Xe3_gzW3BRg/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Merry Christmas!" I say to Edward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah yeah" he says. "I suppose I need to give you a present. Here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzIxKI2A_-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_ungeoenL9o/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418447351922622434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzIxKI2A_-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_ungeoenL9o/s400/Picture+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "It's a bauble. I found it in a box with other baubles. In fact, there was one just like it in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, thanks, Edward...you shouldn't have..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah it was nothing. Oh, and I got you this too-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI0VekNqbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UuuNtpcdb2M/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418450845266979250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI0VekNqbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UuuNtpcdb2M/s400/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Ooh! Thanks Edward! Let me open it up and see what's inside!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI2Kjmc3UI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v4OmA-sPjho/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418452856663235906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI2Kjmc3UI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v4OmA-sPjho/s400/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome, Edward! It's stitch markers for knitting and they're all Twilight related!"&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yep. Sigh." Edward stares at the ground. And not just because it's all his head can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Umm, Edward, I can't help but notice you are lackluster today. What's wrong?" I ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, it's just that I know I won't get my Christmas wish," says Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then I think it's time I give you your gift, Edward," I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI4JsKIgcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Qcgj7MZ_lTU/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418455040803766722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI4JsKIgcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Qcgj7MZ_lTU/s400/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on! Open it!" I urge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward pulls out a box cutter. It dawns on him what this is intended for. His eyes sparkle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI6jwwVz6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/I-MHNO7OF9k/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418457687737618338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI6jwwVz6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/I-MHNO7OF9k/s400/Picture+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pull Bella's box down and begin to cut it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI77H8BRPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fCvFTYy4oF8/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418459188609238258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI77H8BRPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fCvFTYy4oF8/s400/Picture+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Don't slice her!" Edward warns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the plasticky smell of cooped up dolls wafts out. I pull back the plastic and draw Bella Doll out. She doesn't stand up so well, so I prop her up next to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI8750-38I/AAAAAAAAAPk/AoFMyPk3gHo/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418460301513121730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI8750-38I/AAAAAAAAAPk/AoFMyPk3gHo/s400/Picture+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Edward with the sunglasses?" Edward asks Bella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bella shrugs. "I was just ready to get out of the box. And besides, Sunglasses Edward can't take off his glasses. I can look at your eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward sighs contentedly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI_JoZjfcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_poqjFbmvWM/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418462736376102338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzI_JoZjfcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_poqjFbmvWM/s400/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Christmas wishes do come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas from Edward to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**And a very special thanks to my sweet cousin who sent me the stitch holders!  I love them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-3140902548468685407?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/CV_4zbX-hOQ/adventures-with-edward-edward-makes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/SzIu-nC1jKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Xe3_gzW3BRg/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-with-edward-edward-makes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-2823216086625390407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T09:01:58.613-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Team Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brothers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Moon</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward goes to the movies</title><description>Setting:  Outside the movie theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is chillin and relaxin on the fountain outside of the movie theater.  He’s all set to see New Moon.  If nothing other than to make fun of Jacob.  And drool for Bella.  She looks just like this doll he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XvUUfy0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hUhHRc0ZBtE/s1600-h/picture-003.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XvUUfy0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hUhHRc0ZBtE/s400/picture-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282485031127874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s got on his TEAM EDWARD shirt, to show his support.  The puff paint looks very manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he looks over and sees…himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Xlq1d2KI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Rue4d5ZZ-RQ/s1600-h/picture-002.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Xlq1d2KI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Rue4d5ZZ-RQ/s400/picture-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282319276300450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi!” the copy of himself says.  It’s eerie.  Except for the scarf and Tshirt, this guy looks JUST LIKE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi!” says Edward.  They stare at each other for a moment.  It’s like a Twilight Zone moment.  They have the same Pea Coat, the same tight fitting jeans. They even have the same spiky hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must be brothers.  Separated at birth.  I’m Edward,” says the Edward copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Xa_od9AI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U9oheFyuYao/s1600-h/picture-0041.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Xa_od9AI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U9oheFyuYao/s400/picture-0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282135880365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude.  My name is Edward too.  I’m going to see New Moon.  Wanna see it with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, dude.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at each other for another moment, then go for a man, er- doll hug.  It’s awkward and plasticky and their arms don’t bend, but whatever.  Bros for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XLo3WbnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MgmPUpJqwVE/s1600-h/picture-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281872070733426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XLo3WbnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MgmPUpJqwVE/s400/picture-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside in the theater, they share a seat and watch the movie. Jacob definitely has the abs. But Edward has the Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XCpdxWJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4D6ug5X506U/s1600-h/13541_181466809899_509044899_2971873_4761249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413281717613058194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XCpdxWJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4D6ug5X506U/s400/13541_181466809899_509044899_2971873_4761249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the concession stand doesn’t sell any mountain lion or gazelles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-2823216086625390407?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/ymrir7wFWNU/adventures-with-edward-edward-goes-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_XvUUfy0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hUhHRc0ZBtE/s72-c/picture-003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-with-edward-edward-goes-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-3385387741224429685</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:52:16.972-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">infomercial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">manly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Snuggie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LOST</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward and the infomercial</title><description>Setting:  The Barbie Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Edward is kickin it in the Barbie Mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Vjs5i02I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DYTNQddHZFc/s1600-h/kearsie-001.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Vjs5i02I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DYTNQddHZFc/s400/kearsie-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280086447280994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s watching his favorite show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Vb2renWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kLvHJvEGLfg/s1600-h/kearsie-002.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Vb2renWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kLvHJvEGLfg/s400/kearsie-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413279951633685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST.  Best show EVER.  He settles in and watches a re-run.  He’s very confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commercial comes on.  Edward is instantly captivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VUGxDM2I/AAAAAAAAALw/yTcPaSsNRRU/s1600-h/kearsie-0031.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VUGxDM2I/AAAAAAAAALw/yTcPaSsNRRU/s400/kearsie-0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413279818513068898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Micro-Snuggie*!” he shouts.  “Please can I get one?  Please?  Pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I’m a sucker for cute vampire dolls, I say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward orders a Snuggie to match his scarf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks later, it arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward tries it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VL5dKSSI/AAAAAAAAALo/JT3Zw57X0yI/s1600-h/kearsie-005.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VL5dKSSI/AAAAAAAAALo/JT3Zw57X0yI/s400/kearsie-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413279677501032738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, whaddya think?” Edward says, standing ever so proudly in his new Snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm, very…manly,” I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward goes back to watching LOST re-runs.  He feels like he’s in the Snuggie infomercial.  Too bad there’s no Barbie remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VDjYG9SI/AAAAAAAAALg/YRZKEAeCCVc/s1600-h/kearsie-007.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_VDjYG9SI/AAAAAAAAALg/YRZKEAeCCVc/s400/kearsie-007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413279534135309602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durned if I’m not jealous of Edward’s Snuggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is not actually a Snuggie.  Please do not contact Snuggie asking for a Snuggie, else I shall be sued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-3385387741224429685?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/UBuMhuSXSuE/adventures-with-edward-edward-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Vjs5i02I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DYTNQddHZFc/s72-c/kearsie-001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/11/adventures-with-edward-edward-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-7841343098958929209</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:42:17.086-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Charades</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward plays charades</title><description>Setting: Desk of the human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, bored out of his plastic mind, crawls out of my handbag.  He tells me he wants to play a game.  I suggest charades with movie titles.  Edward rubs his hands in excitement and quickly adjusts his scarf.  He begins the first clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_TMjU0WAI/AAAAAAAAALY/fryY7KYpJRE/s1600-h/picture-001.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_TMjU0WAI/AAAAAAAAALY/fryY7KYpJRE/s400/picture-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413277489717073922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um”, I say.  “Umm…Wait!  Is it &lt;em&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward says yes.  He is surprised I got it so quickly.  He thinks of another clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_TB-c36AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZI6KV1SoDfA/s1600-h/picture-0041.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_TB-c36AI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZI6KV1SoDfA/s400/picture-0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413277308020058114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, a toughie.”  I scratch my head. “Ooh!  Is it &lt;em&gt;So I Married An Axe Murderer&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward nods yes.  He is impressed with my skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops a moment, thinking of a really hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_S3K360TI/AAAAAAAAALI/Yi10TNOuZRk/s1600-h/picture-0021.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_S3K360TI/AAAAAAAAALI/Yi10TNOuZRk/s400/picture-0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413277122376159538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…I’m going to guess &lt;em&gt;Three Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward huffs in impatience.  He turns over and poses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Stoc15xI/AAAAAAAAALA/bGij_zBrtoU/s1600-h/picture-003.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Stoc15xI/AAAAAAAAALA/bGij_zBrtoU/s400/picture-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276958516963090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh ooh!  Um, is it &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dang!”  Edward says.  He grabs a prop for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_SjhlNasI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aavMZN68930/s1600-h/picture-0051.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_SjhlNasI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aavMZN68930/s400/picture-0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276784874318530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Duh,” I say.  “&lt;em&gt;Ghost&lt;/em&gt;.”  I roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward removes his prop.  He thinks hard.  He takes his scarf off and poses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_SaTbT9UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0jFycMCt-Mg/s1600-h/picture-006.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_SaTbT9UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0jFycMCt-Mg/s400/picture-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276626455885122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow.  This one is hard.  Is it &lt;em&gt;The Fifth Element&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward shakes his head no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, then how about &lt;em&gt;Interview with a Vampire&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward says no again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Geez.  Ok how about &lt;em&gt;Wolverine&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward just chuckles.  I take that as a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dang.  I give up.  What’s the answer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;,” says Edward.  He winds his scarf around his neck and struts back to my bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-7841343098958929209?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/nTkcABhd6y4/adventures-with-edward-edward-plays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_TMjU0WAI/AAAAAAAAALY/fryY7KYpJRE/s72-c/picture-001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures-with-edward-edward-plays.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-6037557870334954155</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:13:58.422-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ladyhawke</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight movie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tree climbing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boulder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Colorado</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">airplanes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bella doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snowman</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward visits Boulder, Colorado</title><description>Setting: Boulder, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward hears I am going on a trip to a far off country, full of snow and mountains.  He begs to go.  He must try to get his mind off of Bella Doll.  Plus he has a scarf.  So he is ready.  I tell him to hop in my bag and get comfortable.  He wiggles in next to my knitting and mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MhgUVhvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2CgUHP60UTY/s1600-h/lunapic-125568235999711.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MhgUVhvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2CgUHP60UTY/s400/lunapic-125568235999711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413270153105606386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We board the plane.  He climbs out of my bag and finds his seat.  He scoffs at the seat belt.  The Sky Mall magazine holds his interest for 13.9 seconds.  Then he is bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MZx0ezAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bntU0DcrvL4/s1600-h/picture-009.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MZx0ezAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bntU0DcrvL4/s400/picture-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413270020364880898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flights are short.  Edward watches Ladyhawke on my iPhone.  He thinks the ’80’s music is cheesy, but otherwise enjoys it.  Edward also thinks that Matthew Broderick’s English accent is lacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the plane is landed, Edward enjoys the sites.  He conquers some strange metallic beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MRZ9RVdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TYMOoO97Nac/s1600-h/picture-002.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MRZ9RVdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TYMOoO97Nac/s400/picture-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269876520342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to eat, but Edward decides this is exotic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward decides to stop and smell the flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MEqm3uYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BWaI6mdcrDs/s1600-h/picture-004.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MEqm3uYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BWaI6mdcrDs/s400/picture-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269657651493250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smell of plastic Bella Doll’s perfume.  Or what he imagines Bella Doll’s perfume smells like.  He has only really smelled her packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains and pines beckon to Edward.  He climbs a tree.  It is reminiscent of this movie he saw once with a human Bella.  He remembers the scene well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_L96FkRHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KiOgsmmgAN4/s1600-h/in20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_L96FkRHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KiOgsmmgAN4/s400/in20tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269541547689074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wonders if he can ever persuade Bella Doll out of her box.  Alas.  For now, he just imagines her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_L3xabHvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tu5oiTAksBo/s1600-h/lunapic-bella.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_L3xabHvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tu5oiTAksBo/s400/lunapic-bella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269436140035826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartsick, Edward wanders to a snowy patch and whips up a snowman.  He must be careful.  His powerful vampire hands tend to crush, not mold.  He shares his scarf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_LvDWfLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_vvO_6pNlao/s1600-h/lunapic-snowman.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_LvDWfLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_vvO_6pNlao/s400/lunapic-snowman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269286336540354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good trip.  Edward is glad he has visited Boulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_LmAsGU4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/qDHe-_M9hfA/s1600-h/lunapic-boulder.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_LmAsGU4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/qDHe-_M9hfA/s400/lunapic-boulder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269131003057026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-6037557870334954155?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/4Ppu-2XN7Y0/adventures-with-edward-edward-visits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_MhgUVhvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2CgUHP60UTY/s72-c/lunapic-125568235999711.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/10/adventures-with-edward-edward-visits.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-3137142344503517163</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:05:13.921-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bella doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward writes Bella Doll a poem</title><description>Setting: Office of the human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, climbs out of the human’s giant purse and says he’s been thinking.  I ask him what about.  “Bella Doll,” he says, with a faraway look.  “I’ve decided to woo her.  Tis time I declared my intentions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set Edward up at my desk and let him brainstorm.  After a few minutes I check on his progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KYhzlxjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BIqAOvRmxyg/s1600-h/picture-002.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KYhzlxjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BIqAOvRmxyg/s400/picture-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267799863051826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm,” I say.  “It’s ok, but I think you can do better, Edward.  Try again.  This time, think about what you like about Bella Doll.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KQTWWgMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JSQrcEyTiNY/s1600-h/picture-0031.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KQTWWgMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JSQrcEyTiNY/s400/picture-0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267658543366338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha.Ha.”  I say, rolling my eyes.”  Edward laughs uproariously.  Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place Edward off to the side of the computer to think about maybe writing a poem.  Edward contemplates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KF1NgvNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_vpCM6mWa1c/s1600-h/picture-006.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KF1NgvNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_vpCM6mWa1c/s400/picture-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267478654532818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Edward.  He can’t scratch his head.  Those elbows just won’t bend enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward types away at the computer.  He tsks.  Crosses things out.  Thinks more.  Types again.  This is what he comes up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_J77ajuLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hu-SjnqLzcU/s1600-h/125311511363784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_J77ajuLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hu-SjnqLzcU/s400/125311511363784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267308521175218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward looks to me for approval.  “Well?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm…Gee, Edward, I’m just so blinded by the love oozing from your words…give me a second to think…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward taps his foot impatiently.  It’s the only thing on his body that moves with ease.  I pick out the drum line for “Whip It” in his foot taps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Edward, I think we should just try to find you some sunglasses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward sighs deeply and crawls back in my bag.  Poor Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-3137142344503517163?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/ozzRw_u0DMU/adventures-with-edward-edward-writes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_KYhzlxjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BIqAOvRmxyg/s72-c/picture-002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-with-edward-edward-writes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-1413863355343405839</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T08:06:22.359-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scarf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toothpicks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knitting</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward takes up a hobby</title><description>Setting: living room of the human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Edward wanders over to a stash of yarn.  Standing amidst all the yarn, Edward decides he needs a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Jig0fWPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KDApS6-ck5o/s1600-h/picture-0013.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Jig0fWPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KDApS6-ck5o/s400/picture-0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266871885453554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, Edward grabs the first needles he can find and some yarn.  He chooses a very manly color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JZM00BfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/isZKyi2RgLs/s1600-h/picture-0022.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JZM00BfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/isZKyi2RgLs/s400/picture-0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266711899276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Edward.  Those needles are much too big for him.  Unless he wants to do the javelin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting around, Edward finds something more his size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JPU-rEWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vUl_9RTqdI4/s1600-h/picture-0033.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JPU-rEWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vUl_9RTqdI4/s400/picture-0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266542289424738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so carefully, Edward begins his project.  He weilds his toothpick knitting needles like a champ, whipping that embroidery floss into submission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JGB1-LoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o_vsI4cqi3M/s1600-h/picture-0041.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_JGB1-LoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o_vsI4cqi3M/s400/picture-0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266382533832322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quicker than you can say “Vampire Dolls Make Knitting Cool”, Edward finishes his creation.  He models his scarf and wonders if Bella Doll will look at him with new plastic eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_I8v8tMZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sh6EALaaVP0/s1600-h/picture-0051.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_I8v8tMZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sh6EALaaVP0/s400/picture-0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413266223111418258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, he feels stylin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-1413863355343405839?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/PtUmtiOfQTo/adventures-with-edward-edward-takes-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Jig0fWPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KDApS6-ck5o/s72-c/picture-0013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-with-edward-edward-takes-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-8031883044409550408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T07:41:39.174-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wild</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paperclips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">office supplies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">human</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward goes to work with his human</title><description>Setting: office desk of the human who carries Edward around in her purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, bored of the home of his human (aka me), decides to find adventure by tagging along at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first job, to hand me paperclips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_E8MGc3hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8D2k9P1LNE/s1600-h/picture-0012.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_E8MGc3hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8D2k9P1LNE/s400/picture-0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261815442103826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Edward hands me my highlighter.  He is feeling very good about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EzTZyVqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gkQhVWxn4Qs/s1600-h/picture-0021.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EzTZyVqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gkQhVWxn4Qs/s400/picture-0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261662783428258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like the easily distracted vampire doll that he is, Edward goes a little crazy.  He spins himself in my office supply carousel thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EqlpSb4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pt08230aJ_4/s1600-h/picture-0032.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EqlpSb4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pt08230aJ_4/s400/picture-0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261513061461890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quicker than I can say “Vampire Gone Wild”, Edward wraps himself in tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EiE4zcTI/AAAAAAAAAII/uOQUTtJuejE/s1600-h/picture-008.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EiE4zcTI/AAAAAAAAAII/uOQUTtJuejE/s400/picture-008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261366829216050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I untangle Edward from the sticky tape. Edward promises to be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send Edward to the copy room to make some copies for me.  However, this proves to be a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EZnEmUzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6qPJHzgvINc/s1600-h/picture-005.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EZnEmUzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6qPJHzgvINc/s400/picture-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261221386670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Edward making mischief.  Edward tells me this is the closest he could come of photocopying his hiney.  Whatever, I say. He laughs at his handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EP2jhWZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GN-pTs5BKLM/s1600-h/picture-006.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EP2jhWZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GN-pTs5BKLM/s400/picture-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413261053744208274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry Edward Doll back to my desk and tell him he needs to have S.Q.U.I.R.T.  Edward looks at me questioningly.  It’s ’Silent Quiet Uninterrupted Individual Reading Time’, I explain.  I load up Midnight Sun on my iPhone and set Edward down to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EF0MP5sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4GOWhB2Anvw/s1600-h/picture-004.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_EF0MP5sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4GOWhB2Anvw/s400/picture-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413260881311033026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lasts five minutes.  Then he finds my SIGN HERE tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_D9BBhaQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kXXZUZhOHq8/s1600-h/picture-0071.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_D9BBhaQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kXXZUZhOHq8/s400/picture-0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413260730136881410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-8031883044409550408?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/1vwte_6PbFw/adventures-with-edward-edward-goes-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_E8MGc3hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8D2k9P1LNE/s72-c/picture-0012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-with-edward-edward-goes-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-1631300319165359075</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T07:34:21.529-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Men Dolls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Michael Vartan Doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward watches his favorite show</title><description>Setting:  the computer, where the latest episode of “Men Dolls” is airing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, standing in front of the computer, stares avidly at his favorite show,  &lt;a href="http://www.wendiwinn.com/search/label/men%20dolls"&gt;Men Dolls&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_CZBQzQMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PBIN650cQkI/s1600-h/picture-0011.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_CZBQzQMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PBIN650cQkI/s400/picture-0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413259012214046914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward thinks it’s a crying shame that TNT hasn’t picked up this show yet.  For now, he will just have to make do with weekly episodes on the innernets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward thinks that Edward Cullen is one handsome doll.  Plautonically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward reads the dialogue and laughs uproariously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_CMq_HFvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7FCiYWajyCc/s1600-h/picture-002.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_CMq_HFvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7FCiYWajyCc/s400/picture-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258800075839218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward wonders what will happen on next week’s episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks that Michael Vartan Doll has a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-1631300319165359075?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/xnyXdsR6jGM/adventures-with-edward-edward-watches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_CZBQzQMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PBIN650cQkI/s72-c/picture-0011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-with-edward-edward-watches.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-5666470698787333704</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T07:26:53.174-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mickey Mouse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Epcot Center</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beaches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward visits the happiest place on earth</title><description>Setting:  hot summer day in Orlando, Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, still mending from his recent rejection of Bella, who chose the other Edward with the sunglasses, decides to blow this popsicle stand and see the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first stop: Epcot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Bgmia95I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owi--5EJmTQ/s1600-h/picture-020.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Bgmia95I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owi--5EJmTQ/s400/picture-020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413258042967521170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, standing next to the golf ball thingy realizes while he may be a powerful plastic vampire, he is still &lt;em&gt;very tiny&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward roams the park, looking for adventure.  Unfortunately, the few rides there are have height restrictions.  He can’t eat anything, so sampling the international cuisine is out.  His pea coat has no pockets to hold money.  Epcot, for plastic vampire dolls, is kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun, Edward stands by a sparkly Nemo character, just to see if anyone notices him.  Edward is jealous of the sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BWRVWLkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YNTTaqY1FZ0/s1600-h/picture-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BWRVWLkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YNTTaqY1FZ0/s400/picture-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257865476845122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becomes dull, so Edward visits a playground.  Once again, his height is an issue.  Powerful vampire dolls cannot do much on a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BOU9LbHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yMib1czqTnw/s1600-h/picture-011.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BOU9LbHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yMib1czqTnw/s400/picture-011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257729010265202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward spots a rock wall and decides to push it over.  No reason, there’s just not much else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BFNL5v1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/b9GSTpLbKP0/s1600-h/picture-009.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_BFNL5v1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/b9GSTpLbKP0/s400/picture-009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257572305715026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock wall conquered, Edward decides to see the beach.  This is a mistake, as beaches are no place for tiny dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_A56Wcq5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6oXaMmhAuFc/s1600-h/picture-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_A56Wcq5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/6oXaMmhAuFc/s400/picture-012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257378271112082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the rushing waves do not drown his plastic lungs, as he cannot breathe anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward sighs, and finds a spot to sit, er- stand and ponder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Arci8UWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9p6QVPNKp1w/s1600-h/picture-003.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Arci8UWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9p6QVPNKp1w/s400/picture-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413257129752285538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, seeing the irony, paces and finally throws up his hands in a gesture of impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_AjdsBJVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/58TdPbtGTWo/s1600-h/picture-007.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_AjdsBJVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/58TdPbtGTWo/s400/picture-007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256992619832658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a Giant Mouse grabs him and hugs him.  Edward does not want to fight this behemoth monster so he just holds very still and pretends to be a plastic doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_AbXm5xpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BvZx5a4j4jo/s1600-h/picture-017.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_AbXm5xpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BvZx5a4j4jo/s400/picture-017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256853548811922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse Monster gently sets Edward down on the sidewalk and ambles away, waving his Hamburger Helper gloves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_ATVkHBmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_TOA5yjKRVY/s1600-h/picture-0191.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_ATVkHBmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_TOA5yjKRVY/s400/picture-0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413256715561272930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward catches his breath and realizes he came very close to an early demise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure quota filled for the day, Edward bids Epcot &lt;em&gt;adieu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-5666470698787333704?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/zfaWh7bW7w4/adventures-with-edward-edward-visits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx_Bgmia95I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/owi--5EJmTQ/s72-c/picture-020.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-with-edward-edward-visits.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-7443655947610699716</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T07:18:50.907-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sunglasses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bella doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward meets Bella</title><description>Setting: Carpeted wilderness with just a smidge of civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, standing alone attempts to run his fingers through his unruly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx-_Wg0k8XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxTZ59fyvUw/s1600-h/picture-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413255670611112306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx-_Wg0k8XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxTZ59fyvUw/s400/picture-0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can’t…quite…reach…&lt;em&gt;beennnnddd elllboowwwww&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees a strange sight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--7DBQbiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHT6wq6MFWc/s1600-h/picture-0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413255198754762274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--7DBQbiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHT6wq6MFWc/s400/picture-0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is…himself. Edward stands, head cocked to the side, looking at this carbon copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--xx1Ki9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/A3dmwyTYqps/s1600-h/picture-0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413255039521819602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--xx1Ki9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/A3dmwyTYqps/s400/picture-0061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmpf,” he says. He turns away from the imposter and that’s when he sees her. Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bella”, he says, experimentally using her name. “&lt;em&gt;Bellaaaa&lt;/em&gt;.” It is like the blood of a gazelle on his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes closer to have a better look. He realizes, this is it, this is the adventure he’s been hunting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beckons to her to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--n7uqVcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8FHvz3cOOI0/s1600-h/picture-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254870380205506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--n7uqVcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8FHvz3cOOI0/s400/picture-0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella, staring straight ahead says something about “integrity of the packaging” and doesn’t move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Besides,” she says. “This Edward has something you’ll never have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that?” Edward asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sunglasses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward takes a closer look at the other Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--b5cGYCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0eB9dlbqP2s/s1600-h/picture-0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254663607050274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--b5cGYCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0eB9dlbqP2s/s400/picture-0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dang.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, one last time looking at the pair of them realizes that they are almost holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--RH_OQFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gz62OL_ytdk/s1600-h/picture-0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254478533902418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--RH_OQFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gz62OL_ytdk/s400/picture-0071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, Edward cannot compete with the other Edward for the plastic heart of Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutely, Edward turns away and continues attempting to run his hands through his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--AN-TnYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/araPZEg37ig/s1600-h/picture-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413254188082896258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx--AN-TnYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/araPZEg37ig/s400/picture-0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost…there…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-7443655947610699716?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/43cqka8KEaU/adventures-with-edward-edward-meets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx-_Wg0k8XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxTZ59fyvUw/s72-c/picture-0013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-with-edward-edward-meets.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-7977952731933853935</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T07:44:37.263-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Barbie car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Barbie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby daddy</category><title>Adventures with Edward: Edward tries to hitch</title><description>Setting: Steamy summy night in desolate area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, standing by the side of the road, decides to hitch a ride. He wants to sparkle, to attact someone, but realizes he will have to settle for plastic shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5p54S5v-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hDXxWQnZE0Y/s1600-h/picture-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412880245231042530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5p54S5v-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hDXxWQnZE0Y/s400/picture-008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little frustrated that his thumb won't stick up. He thinks he looks like he's trying to hail a cab instead. However, maybe his rugged good looks and his sticky up hair will entice a car to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, a car pulls up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5rU_9rQFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/B63gC0cthE4/s1600-h/picture-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412881810657591378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5rU_9rQFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/B63gC0cthE4/s400/picture-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a...butterfly lady with two little kids in the back seat. She stops, asks if he needs a ride and he approaches the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5yvaJzbtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VnYxBX8IngA/s1600-h/picture-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412889960945774290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5yvaJzbtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VnYxBX8IngA/s400/picture-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks safe. However, she doesn't have a ring on her left hand, so he's wondering if she's looking for a baby daddy for her two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's looking for some adventure so he hops in. There's just one problem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx50Vzq0MfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hpqDtQz9fdU/s1600-h/picture-003.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/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx50Vzq0MfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hpqDtQz9fdU/s400/picture-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412891720141779442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward can't sit. He doesn't bend. Just his elbows bend, making him look double jointed. He tries different methods. Standing up in the seat isn't very safe, even for a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5r2jxak_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u7AOowjXoAE/s1600-h/picture-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412882387205526514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5r2jxak_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u7AOowjXoAE/s400/picture-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward tries laying down. But he doesn't feel very manly doing this. Also, he's having trouble with the seat belt and then remembers he's a vampire and doesn't need to fool with trivial human things like seat belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5uFKCMGfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/W5qXiRxHlxs/s1600-h/picture-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884837017852402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5uFKCMGfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/W5qXiRxHlxs/s400/picture-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to heck with safety. He stands up in the back, ready for adventure. Besides, as he doesn't bend that's his only option. Just as Butterfly Lady is about to take off, some of her friends approach the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5vKJvkLyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hYbXdIwBCic/s1600-h/picture-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412886022350712610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5vKJvkLyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hYbXdIwBCic/s400/picture-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward realizes that this scene is a little out of his league. So, ever the gentleman, he gives up his seat to the platinum blonde who looks the least deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5v70FpfDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sIrS-WQeJQA/s1600-h/picture-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412886875531213874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5v70FpfDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sIrS-WQeJQA/s400/picture-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward stands by the side of the road, watching the car with all the ladies driving away. He hopes the lady with the wedding dress doesn't fall of the back of the car and continues his search for adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-7977952731933853935?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/ENGFgqve2PI/adventures-with-edward-edward-tries-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5p54S5v-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hDXxWQnZE0Y/s72-c/picture-008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/12/adventures-with-edward-edward-tries-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222575236852361235.post-2690162226208274058</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T06:49:20.974-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twilight movie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ground turkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Edward doll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures with Edward</category><title>Adventures with Edward</title><description>What? What’s that, Edward? You want out of your box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412875063871163042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5lMSOcSqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yry44RQmBHY/s400/box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there. Feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5laVXa9nI/AAAAAAAAADo/0RrscvHXsHk/s1600-h/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412876385486699122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5mZNoI-nI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nazGzphrvwc/s400/mail2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what would you like to do first, Edward? Perhaps we shall watch a movie. Hmm… what about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5loX8FBtI/AAAAAAAAADw/mwWZ10qXO3M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412875546441090770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5loX8FBtI/AAAAAAAAADw/mwWZ10qXO3M/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don’t be so modest, Edward. Have a seat. Feeling a bit peckish? Here’s you a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5l085Wb4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wtBiMNXKsK8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412875762520190850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5l085Wb4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wtBiMNXKsK8/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I wasn’t thinking. Let me see what else I have… Hmm, it seems this is all I’ve got in the way of animal products, Edward. Hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5l_fAyrfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7BWR0QnULek/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412875943476899314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5l_fAyrfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7BWR0QnULek/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…it seems I must be better prepared when entertaining a vampire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222575236852361235-2690162226208274058?l=adventureswithedward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AdventuresWithEdward/~3/LscODWg0NE8/what-whats-that-edward-you-want-out-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kearsie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzHUVG_Czt4/Sx5lMSOcSqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yry44RQmBHY/s72-c/box.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adventureswithedward.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-whats-that-edward-you-want-out-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

