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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="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" gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQHo4eCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318829483363123764</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:57:31.430-08:00</updated><category term="After-Christmas sale" /><category term="doormat" /><category term="microdermabrasion" /><category term="socks" /><category term="bebe" /><category term="thanksgiving" /><category term="cheap" /><category term="donate" /><category term="victoria's secret" /><category term="rental car" /><category term="Kandee Johnson" /><category term="skincare" /><category term="Clinique" /><category term="posture" /><category term="bananas" /><category term="savings" /><category term="tips" /><category term="sales" /><category term="sweater" /><category term="eyeshadow" /><category term="review" /><category term="dance" /><category term="past" /><category term="Go Tweet Yourself" /><category term="exercise" /><category term="halloween" /><category term="wrist cuffs" /><category term="accessories" /><category term="product review" /><category term="payless shoesource" /><category term="confidence" /><category term="self-respect" /><category term="feathers" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="cocktail feather" /><category term="potassium" /><category term="fall" /><category term="skin regimen" /><category term="1940s" /><category term="eyebrows" /><category term="greeting" /><category term="shoedazzle" /><category term="hula hooping" /><category term="buying clothes" /><category term="make-up" /><category term="book review" /><category term="Even Though He's Still Married to Her.&quot;" /><category term="stylist" /><category term="confession" /><category term="Old Sac" /><category term="rings" /><category term="1930's" /><category term="Faces" /><category term="warm" /><category term="retail store" /><category term="www.kiva.org" /><category term="New Year" /><category term="karmaloop.com" /><category term="breast cancer awareness" /><category term="change" /><category term="online shopping" /><category term="fedora" /><category term="winter" /><category term="live positively" /><category term="Jordans" /><category term="empowerment" /><category term="Trump" /><category term="memories" /><category term="coupon" /><category term="charity" /><category term="membership" /><category term="costumes" /><category term="code" /><category term="beauty" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="october" /><category term="booties" /><category term="M.A.C cosmetics" /><category term="slimmer" /><category term="best fit" /><category term="shoes" /><category term="women" /><category term="Naiomi Pitre" /><category term="stress" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="Sacramento" /><category term="giving" /><category term="sockdreams.com" /><category term="mandee.com" /><category term="jacket" /><category term="laugh" /><category term="book" /><category term="relaxation" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="purple" /><category term="urban outfitters" /><category term="Kiehl's" /><category term="face" /><category term="pink tree" /><category term="goal setting" /><category term="makeup" /><category term="Kiyosaki" /><category term="behavior" /><category term="getaway" /><category term="hats" /><category term="health" /><category term="fitness" /><category term="clean" /><category term="&quot;He Loves Me More" /><title>Chruszhet's Closet Confessions</title><subtitle type="html">Peek inside Chruszhet's "Closet" and what you will find will be more than clothes, shoes, and accessories. Listen to her share stories, secrets, and confessions of her obsessed life in fashion, style, beauty, and naturally feeling good about yourself! You may just find something to stash into your own closet!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8318829483363123764/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chruszhet's Closet Confessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00110549687540457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/TR9x71kGUjI/AAAAAAAAANc/6KbUNvvr1-4/S220/IMG_0376edit.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</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/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ChruszhetsClosetConfessions" /><feedburner:info uri="chruszhetsclosetconfessions" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MQX0-fCp7ImA9Wx9QGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8318829483363123764.post-3240489474517855774</id><published>2011-01-01T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T04:11:20.354-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-01T04:11:20.354-08:00</app:edited><title>Happy New Beginnings!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's officially 2011 and I couldn't be more happier...I welcome this new year with open arms and screaming abundance!!! Yes, that's right, I called it "screaming abundance"!!! The kind of childlike emotion that makes you want to shout off the rooftops of every skyscraper in the valley because we are leaving behind the old and ragged and in return receiving something new and refreshing.&amp;nbsp; It was as if, someone dropped off a package of wonderfully bright beaming crystals at your doorstep, and all you wanted to do was embrace&amp;nbsp;it,&amp;nbsp;bring it into your home, stare at it and smile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm&amp;nbsp;taking&amp;nbsp;it all in...FRESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I totally believe in the philosophy of "how you ring in the new year, will determine how that year will turn out."&amp;nbsp; It was a night of close friends, (new and old), wonderful family, laughter, love, and dance. I am feeling sincerely lucky and blessed.&amp;nbsp; Each "crystal" has it's own unique pattern, mesmerizing shine, and a different layout fit for your life.&amp;nbsp; Let's all be grateful for&amp;nbsp;each and every crystal that has fallen on our doorstep, welcome it, and let it glow purposefully and effortlessly into our life! I'm on my way to removing negative behavior and crippling energy from mine, how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheers to Happy New Beginnings! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-3240489474517855774?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Check out what I found at a good ol' 99cent store! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A palette of Twelve fabulously SHINEY glitter eyeshadow. I absolutely love finds like this. I swatched them on my skin and the payoff is not too shabby. I think I'll go out and grab some for my friends if there are anymore after I write this. This is perfect for my dance friends and also since Halloween is just around the corner, or if you just wanna be divalicious!&amp;nbsp; Go out and get yours, too!!!&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;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Glitter makes everything better!&amp;nbsp; ;)&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;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Smiley facez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-7387446668936156440?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I came home tonight and opened the refrigerator door, and I so wanted to grab a damp cloth and wipe every clear shelf and container.&amp;nbsp; I walked into my room, and saw tiny particles of dust on my dresser and nightstand and I thought to myself, "Wow, I really need to get the wood polish and remove all these dust bunnies." I saw&amp;nbsp;the row of flip flops that I usually&amp;nbsp;place under my dresser for when I just&amp;nbsp;need to&amp;nbsp;"slip n' go" and I wanted to remove them all from their usual spot.&amp;nbsp; I placed a towel in the laundry room and I wanted to scavenge through the hamper and put a load to wash.&amp;nbsp; Mind you these observations all came to me within a half hour's time!&amp;nbsp; The aliens must be taking over because this is not my usual thought pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, when I was a very young girl, I was the ultimate cleanfreak and it was a habit that I may have lost friends over.&amp;nbsp; I would invite my friends over and before they would arrive, I'd make sure my room was cleaner than a hospital sterilization room.&amp;nbsp; My bed was neatly made, my clothes were put away, my dresser mirror was fingerprint-less, not one dust particle was living or breathing in my room, and absolutely not one thing was out of place.&amp;nbsp; But when 2 or 3 of my ten year old friends came over to hang out in my room, a sudden state of anxiety would blanket over me.&amp;nbsp; I panicked at the sight of one of them sitting on my bed because my sheets would wrinkle.&amp;nbsp; I held my breath when I saw them reaching for my hairbrush.&amp;nbsp; I distracted anyone who would grab for my collection of encyclopedia books because I knew they were all in order.&amp;nbsp; Because of this insane debaucle, my friends&amp;nbsp;soon found&amp;nbsp;"other places to hang out".&amp;nbsp; I look back on all this now and think, Dang, what a freakazoid (meaning ME, not my friends)!&amp;nbsp; I dropped the habit as I got into my early twenties! Yeah who has time to clean when you're in your twenties, right? I can proudly say the habit has yet to return even in my thirties, yay!...until.....Tonight! NOoooo! THE FORMER CLEANFREAKAZOID RETURNS!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I got to thinking, why do people clean so much? And what makes them stop cleaning??&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a few friends who spend&amp;nbsp;a majority&amp;nbsp;of their days off cleaning their entire house.&amp;nbsp; To some it's an outlet for stress, cleaning can be mentally therapeutic and it's a way to gain control of their lives.&amp;nbsp; It is also something many people worry over if they were to leave their home untidy.&amp;nbsp; We all know it's something that has to be done, we all have different reasons and different paces. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight I visited my cousin whose father (who resided with her) passed away last night.&amp;nbsp; Prior to her father's passing, she was undergoing a ton of stress, like most people are who are hit hard by the economy, she had to be out of her home by LAST Friday and she was still packing and now on top of that has to deal with her father's funeral.&amp;nbsp; As I walked into her home tonight, I pictured someone taking her house and cupping it in their hands, shaking it&amp;nbsp;like a pair of dice, and then placing it back down on the lot again. Everything was everywhere.&amp;nbsp; So I got to chatting with her and she explained to me something that made sense, her mind was so jumbled that she couldn't even think to clean. She may have been there physically but her mind wasn't.&amp;nbsp; She said to me, "How my house looks, is how my mind feels. How can I clean it when I'm too stressed out?" My eyes and my mind were opened at that point.&amp;nbsp; My cousin was right smack in the middle of a transformation and transitiong period.&amp;nbsp; Well maybe she had just started the phase.&amp;nbsp; Who knows? &amp;nbsp;But at one point, she stopped cleaning because it was no longer serving its&amp;nbsp;therapeutic purposes.&amp;nbsp; I stopped being the freakazoid because&amp;nbsp;I became too obsessive.&amp;nbsp; It's when things become "too much" or "not at all" that we have to step back and make a change.&amp;nbsp; But I do know this, that once all the dust settles, she and I will grab that Windex bottle and&amp;nbsp;Magic Eraser&amp;nbsp;and get to scrubbing again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. THE CLEANFREAKAZOID will not be making it's return!&amp;nbsp; I am just gaining control of my life again.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-8209578591728913581?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Recently, I've been getting a lot of&amp;nbsp;funky vibes and stink-eyes from individuals about the passions that&amp;nbsp;I hold near and dear to my heart along with the things that I enjoy doing: all centered around having an abundant life and my reasons for happiness (even if&amp;nbsp;they're somewhat temporary).&amp;nbsp; Normally I don't give two hoots what negative unimportant people think and I rarely care to give such people an ounce of my time.&amp;nbsp; Well this is certainly not an explanation of my actions, it's more of a big Orange Road Sign&amp;nbsp;saying beware of the big-ass pothole that is about to bust your tires up ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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What some of these stink-eyed people don't realize is that what makes my life fullfilling may not hold&amp;nbsp;the same value&amp;nbsp;and definition as&amp;nbsp;what is meaningful in their&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;(and why would I expect it to?).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey, if you enjoy feeding your pet turtle on odd days of the week, and prefer to watch reruns of horribly edited reality TV-shows, then so be it, I'm not gonna knock your meaning of a fulfilling life.&amp;nbsp; My ultimate goal in life&amp;nbsp;is to lay in my deathbed&amp;nbsp;and say, "Yup, hell ya I loved the life I lived." For me to accomplish this goal, I must rid myself of all the douchebaggery!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So to better understand me and my "Don't Be a Douchebag" Rule...we must first define what a Douchebag is...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... can be of any gender or age- the characteristics of douchebaggery does&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;discriminate.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, I've had a few run-ins with male and female douchebags, young and old, obviously the packaging is different but the stench is quite similar and can be detected a few hundred yards away. (Hence, the name) They can also be family members, friends, acquaintances, used-to-be friends, and admirers from afar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... is completely oblivious of their own misery because they are so preoccupied with what is going on&amp;nbsp;with your life and will talk you out of whatever idea that you may think will bring you happiness. They are convinced that your actions will have no benefit to your life and most importantly to theirs...WTH??? Really?? Pathetic, right? I don't get it either, so let's move on...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... will wander high and low and search the depths of the earth for the answer to this eminent question "How come we are not friends on Facebook?"&amp;nbsp; The answer: Perhaps, may be located in the Dead Sea, so look there!!! Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... is, still to this day, waiting for an apology. An apology for what?&amp;nbsp; Who really knows?!! It's that entitlement mentality- that because you somehow hurt their feelings or something when you threw sand in their eyes when you were 3.&amp;nbsp; Really?? Seriously??&amp;nbsp; They have professionals for this type of disorder.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... feeds on the H word- HATE!!! They hate you and they want you to know it, they even want you to Hate them! But come on, HATE is such a strong emotion and is a ball of useless energy to waste on someone you don't care for.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was because of the sandball incident, or because you did not ask to be their friend on Facebook, or you de-friended them because you smelled of their instant douchebaggery??? Who the hell knows...who the hell cares.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... is convinced you are insane but yet they are addicted to knowing&amp;nbsp;your every move. They also&amp;nbsp;scream obscenities at you in public and in the same breath will ask to have dinner with you.&amp;nbsp; I've found myself trying to act more&amp;nbsp;of a nut&amp;nbsp;so they can keep their distance.&amp;nbsp; This is when you flash them your straight-jacket while you are out dancing one night!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... revels in your discontentment, displeasure, and dissatisfaction. In other words, they enjoy seeing you unhappy.&amp;nbsp; Whether it is their doing or not, they thank their Gods that you've run into some turmoil.&amp;nbsp; (Beware, don't stay in this dissatisfied state for too long, you'd only be doing them a favor.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;... is the biggest bull$***ter, deceiver, and drama king/queen.&amp;nbsp; On the days they decide to be your "friend" and that they've miraculously confessed they no longer "hate" you, it is quite easy for them to tell you how happy they are for you or that they want you to be happy or that you make them happy when their actions state otherwise. Be mindful of this sneaky behavior (see above description).&amp;nbsp; This sometimes can be their bait to lure you into thinking they are on your side. They do this to sabotage you and their mission is to tear you apart, limb by limb.&amp;nbsp; Be smart and don't repeat&amp;nbsp;the mistake I have made in the past in giving individuals the benefit of the doubt. Not everyone has good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The "No DoucheBag Rule"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is to&amp;nbsp;be mindful of the douchebags&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;to stay as far away as possible&amp;nbsp;from them in&amp;nbsp;order to keep&amp;nbsp;their toxicity away from you- "The only things that matter are whether your life was fulfilling and whether you loved the people around you the best way you knew how." (~Peter Michaud)&amp;nbsp; Which goes without saying, treat people with respect and try to be a positive light to the people you connect with. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, and a friend.&amp;nbsp; I only do the things I do because it&amp;nbsp;makes my heart&amp;nbsp;smile and I take life&amp;nbsp;from a Deathbed Perspective.&amp;nbsp; I am just ME.&amp;nbsp; I would never force ME upon YOU.&amp;nbsp; And if I can put a smile on anyone's heart, I've done a lot more than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hugs to my peeps (the non-douchebags).&lt;br /&gt;
And thanks to the douchebags for giving me something to blog about.&amp;nbsp; I hope I have inflated your ego a bit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-5842458162804120463?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Now that I am able to sit for a good amount of time to type up a blog, let me share with you my new obsession...(I'm realizing that I have collected a lot of obsessions...hmmm...no, it's called passion)...it's hula hooping! I get so giddy inside just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; It takes me back to my childhood years when I would take my hoop outside and just take it for walks, you know like rolling it along side me as I walk.&amp;nbsp; That, to me was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;So yeah, I'm officially hoop-happy!!! I wake up in the mornings wanting to grab it, spin it, twirl it, jump through it, throw it, fling it...well you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; And I'm up late at nights doing pretty much the same thing and I go to bed completely satiated.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what it is about hooping that gives me this joy.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking it's the feeling of quick accomplishment when I learn a new trick.&amp;nbsp; Some tricks only take about an hour to get down, some may take longer, but it definitely is easier and faster&amp;nbsp;to see your progress than it is with let's say dance, which can take years to really notice that you are doing it well.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So in my, let's say passion for hooping, I've also taken the time to make a few.&amp;nbsp; I made my first one for Cruz, my&amp;nbsp;7 year old son who about a week ago, had no idea how to hula hoop and now he has a couple of tricks under his little belt.&amp;nbsp; He took onto it in a matter of minutes after I taught him how to move with it.&amp;nbsp; It definitely is a great feeling!&amp;nbsp; The next one I make is going to a special friend of mine as a birthday gift!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;But let me just say, this new found sport/hobby integrates so well with dance.&amp;nbsp; I pop in some groovy music and MOVE!&amp;nbsp; Such an amazing feeling to just freestyle and let the music move you and the hoop.&amp;nbsp; The best part about all this is meeting new hoopers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I dare you to pick one up and just FLOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-7887079433244874855?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eeekghad- I know it's been waaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy too long since I've posted on this blog.&amp;nbsp; I've been playing this super bad blogger owner role because I've been neglecting my readers and most of you have probably gave up on checking for any new posts... :( my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay so I found this very unique store in Las Vegas called Gypsy Junkies and they have the cutest, funnest, and original things in there. Well I didn't necessarily find it, one of my favorite relatives told me about it and said when she walked into the store, it reminded her of me.&amp;nbsp; Squeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So this retail store holds dresses, pants, jeans, leggings, skirts, tops, etc.&amp;nbsp; You name it~ but with a gypsy charm. They are located on the corner of Pecos Rd. and Patrick Lane.&amp;nbsp; Sorry I don't have the exact address but it's located in a little shopping center.&amp;nbsp; Check them out, if you are like me, you'll love there cute style.&amp;nbsp; Then let me know what you bought.&amp;nbsp; I will definitely post my finds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next time or the next time my fingers feel like typing. Ciao bellas~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-6795907583515221581?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am loving the time I'm spending with my family.&amp;nbsp; I am also loving the time I'm spending with my friends and dance friends.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, I am loving my alone time.&amp;nbsp; Is this what the self-help authors write about when reaching that abundance in life?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Could this euphoric feeling be more about balance and harmony?&amp;nbsp; Whatever it is from- I am thankful.&amp;nbsp; With the many readings I've done in the past, one thing that I have found to be universal in the land of happiness and joy is balance.&amp;nbsp; Too much of one thing can be damaging.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Feeling good also means putting yourself on that pedestal.&amp;nbsp; What I don't mean about this is to think that you are above everyone else.&amp;nbsp; No one likes to be looked down on.&amp;nbsp; What I am saying is to give "You" that tender loving care that you need.&amp;nbsp; I have never felt more healthy in life as I do now.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten into the habit of taking my daily dosage of vitamins, doing my daily stretches, and my periodic workouts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Balance everything in your life and give some time for yourself.&amp;nbsp; Be careful of the demands of 'one' thing.&amp;nbsp; It will put you in a tailspin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;much love xoxo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-24948086423131874?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been on the down low&amp;nbsp;with my shopping adventures because I'm saving up that "green" for a special trip in May with a super duper belly dance crew!&amp;nbsp; However, I'm still searching online for some random awesome-ness.&amp;nbsp; So with me being an accessory-driven-wear-stuff-for-fun kind of gal, I'm eye-ing some finger baubles (rings)&amp;nbsp;from UO (Urban Outfitters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/S5ala3LAHII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_DQWY5dpNrU/s1600-h/ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/S5ala3LAHII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_DQWY5dpNrU/s320/ring.jpg" vt="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;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/S5aleZGmWZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yBHbTwZka-k/s1600-h/ringuo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/S5aleZGmWZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/yBHbTwZka-k/s320/ringuo.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also love their vintage inspired jewelry!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm still and will forever be in love with my black rose ring (that I snatched from Forever 21 about a year and half ago).&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that I found matching black rose earrings at Betsey Johnson? I have a thing about black roses and I don't think they symbolize "death" at all.&amp;nbsp; They are so beautiful... and when have you really laid your eyes on a black rose- rarely, right?&amp;nbsp; But there's such a distinct beauty about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhoo~ I'm excited for spring to come that means more donning of accessories and baubles! My jewelry stand is already overflowing with goodness.&amp;nbsp; It's the only thing I want to take with me when I die.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great time searching for your very own special "to-die-for" accessory!&amp;nbsp; Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-671868729868462454?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How is your year coming along?&amp;nbsp; Have you set your goals for the year?&amp;nbsp; Have you established in your mind what you want to come out of this year?&amp;nbsp; (Besides a whole lotta Ca$h Money!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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But be careful to not compare yourself with your neighbor or try to rise up to someone else's level.&amp;nbsp; We are individuals and we can only work on our own path/level/journey/skill asset/capability whatever you want to call it.&amp;nbsp; No matter what, we all have something unique to offer to one another.&amp;nbsp; Don't ever think you are not good enough yet.&amp;nbsp; It's that kind of thinking that will buckle you down to the ground.&amp;nbsp; Rise up on your stage and dance!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Think it and Live it up!&amp;nbsp; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-2684530362628235388?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;So, I'm sure you've all heard that the eyebrows not only frame your eyes, but they frame your entire face.&amp;nbsp; It's true!&amp;nbsp; And my obsession for clean eyebrows happened when I was 18 years old.&amp;nbsp; I discovered the beauty in nice well-kept eyebrows.&amp;nbsp; I soon became obsessed when I would come home from work during my lunch hour just to pluck my eyebrows!&amp;nbsp; Crazy, huh?&amp;nbsp; It would annoy the heck out of me when I noticed a small stub of hair growing&amp;nbsp;and I would immediately grab my tweezers and pluck it!&amp;nbsp; Soon, I was developing scabs from picking too deep at the not-yet-grown out hairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;A couple of years later, I&amp;nbsp;took up&amp;nbsp;a job working part-time in a salon and I had the convenience of getting my eyebrows waxed for free!&amp;nbsp; Cha-ching!&amp;nbsp; I was delighted that my eyebrows were waxed and trimmed weekly.&amp;nbsp; I was told that my eyebrows grew out instead of growing down- so in my head my eyebrows were unruly!&amp;nbsp; *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I soon outgrew all the obsession when I went through a "cleansing-phase" in my life (that's a whole other story in itself).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;So fast-forward to the present- I don't wax my eyebrows anymore, I found the wax to be irritating to my skin.&amp;nbsp; I pluck them myself.&amp;nbsp; And suprisingly, I will sometimes forget to pluck for a week and half.&amp;nbsp; Funny how habits change!&amp;nbsp; But my eyebrows are still thin but I love them just as much.&amp;nbsp; When applying makeup, I use a dark brown eyeshadow (like Brun from MAC) to shade them in with a gel-based color (like a dark brown fluidline)&amp;nbsp;on top to keep them intact.&amp;nbsp; And I love a slight arch in the brow.&amp;nbsp; (Check out kandee johnson's youtube vids on her eyebrow tips.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;So, yes&amp;nbsp;the eyebrows may frame the entire face and give definition to the eyes and forehead but what really matters is that you&amp;nbsp;perfect your beauty from the inside and your true&amp;nbsp;radiance&amp;nbsp;will shine through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;p.s. even unibrows were in fashion at some point in history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Keep Smiling Beauties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-2583060227185331252?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Yo! Check out my funky F-R-E-S-H J's (Jordans)!&amp;nbsp; While my hubby and I were out shopping this weekend- he spotted these hi-top&amp;nbsp;Jordans for me and he said they had my name written all over them!&amp;nbsp; It's no wonder I married this man- he knows exactly what my style is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;The are black with black patent holographic trim- splashed with bright neon pink and green with an old-skool flair!&amp;nbsp; I love them!&amp;nbsp; But most of all I love my man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;While I'm&amp;nbsp;a girly-&amp;nbsp;girl and all- I have always had a love for urban streetwear.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in the streets and in-the-not-so-rich-part-of-town and hi-top sneakers remind me of my childhood!! They send me on an adventure run of rainbow smileys... :o)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I was thinking of wearing them last night on our drive through town but it was raining and didn't want to get 'em wet!&amp;nbsp; Maybe when it's shining bright with sunlight outside- I might just pull them babys out of the closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Okay well have a cheerful Tuesday even though it's not so sunny out!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Oh- and I will be posting a closet confession this week!&amp;nbsp; Watch out for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-7779696170722093078?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;WOw!! I've just realized that I haven't posted in almost 10 days! Whoa!&amp;nbsp; These January days are going so fast I feel like I'm on a speeding train looking out the window watching all the trees and bushes whiz on by!&amp;nbsp; Ever feel like that?&amp;nbsp; Ever feel like you wanna jump off the train hoping that it will slow down life a little?&amp;nbsp; Or maybe have the Pony Express stop at the next train stop for a couple of hours while you catch a breather?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm feeling overwhelmed, rushed, stressed, or just out of breath (figuratively speaking)&amp;nbsp;I do a few things to get grounded again.&amp;nbsp; If I'm sitting at my laptop and I need to clear my mind for a few minutes, I turn to&amp;nbsp;a website that always creates a sense of tranquility and gives me a burst of inspiration.&amp;nbsp; I go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;zenhabits.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's a blog and I'm a fan of blogs- the non-commercial ones.&amp;nbsp; The ones that sound like their is an actual human-being behind the words on the screen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's how I started mine.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to feel like I was talking to a group of my friends without actually talking but instead using my mind and fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Another way I take a "breather" is to practice yoga, or do some sort of physical activity without creating too much hassle, like driving to a gym, studio, or having to get dressed for a class.&amp;nbsp; This year, I have every physical thing I need at my fingertips without leaving the house.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I've been jumping on my Wii Fit Plus almost every day&amp;nbsp;when I have an extra minute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Exercising&amp;nbsp;increases relaxation&amp;nbsp;and helps you sleep better and also puts you in a better mood, plus all the other astounding benefits it does for you.&amp;nbsp; And since I've made it a new year resolution&amp;nbsp;to clear my plate of time consuming drama-filling things, I now have time to create choreographies for dance.&amp;nbsp; Which is my &lt;em&gt;numero uno amore!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I also have my new hula-hoop and pole that the hubby got me for Christmas, which I have already played with and learned a few tricks.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm addicted to getting physically fit this year and to master my new toys!&amp;nbsp; I mean really physically fit and balanced all over.&amp;nbsp; I took a class at the end of last year that involved spinning poi and aerial tissue.&amp;nbsp; Which was very interesting and can't wait to dabble in it some more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Or do what you love like pampering yourself to a mani/pedi, a haircut, a massage, or whatever gets your mind off things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I guess what I am saying is, if you are feeling like me and feel like everything is flying by before your very eyes and all you wanna do is breathe:&amp;nbsp;drop what you are doing, close your eyes,&amp;nbsp;grab&amp;nbsp;that moment and claim it&amp;nbsp;for yourself.&amp;nbsp; Do something that you love, something that makes your heart humm, something that will ease your mind even if it's just for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; In the midst of all this January madness of new beginnings, new year resolution making, organizing-and-cleaning, you so owe it to yourself to stop that Pony Express and get off the speeding train of "must and have to do's".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sending Serene thoughts your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all had a Lively and Entertaining New Years and if not, then a Peaceful and Serene one!&amp;nbsp; Wow there is already so much I want to get done this year that I haven't even finished my yearly to-do list yet.&amp;nbsp; (it's a work in progress)&amp;nbsp; But before I share that, I wanted to share with you all my wrist-y cuffs that I bought at the mall shortly before NYE- since a lot were on sale!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I love the colors and the grab-your-attention to my wrist type of things!&amp;nbsp; They are fun and like I mentioned before- they are very helpful for doing pole exercises.&amp;nbsp; (the hubby finally got me a pole for upper body conditioning! ;-P)&amp;nbsp; It definitely eliminates pole burn and blisters on your arm!&amp;nbsp; Oh and I tried out the O-P-I matte color in Hot Pink (not sure that's the actual name of the color).&amp;nbsp; That's another fun thing to put on your hands.&amp;nbsp; The finish reminds me of those satin-y christmas ornaments rather than the high-glossed ones!&amp;nbsp; Check them out- I bought mine at Ulta.&amp;nbsp; The black one is a popular one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay now I'm gonna get back to my to-do list and the million and one things I need to get done this month- like yearly reports!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have fun in the New Year of 2010!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-2557229045055743705?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Although I only slept for a total of 2 (broken-up) hours last night- I am having "sock dreams"!&amp;nbsp; Yes, ladies (and gents), that's right~ blissful sock dreams.&amp;nbsp; Because I love me some nice long warm fuzzy socks, even long stripey ones!!&amp;nbsp; And I am sharing with you an awesome "Sock Candyland" that I found online.&amp;nbsp; It's called &lt;a href="http://www.sockdreams.com/"&gt;Sock Dreams&lt;/a&gt; (&amp;lt;----just click on the link to get there and slip your footsies in a pair!)&amp;nbsp; They are known to be the best sock store in the known universe and believe me I searched for some sock stores in the far away places that I've traveled.&amp;nbsp; I've only found a few good brick and mortars ones but a lot of the really good ones happen to be on the webbie.&amp;nbsp; This site is one of my top tens!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I love that it says Sock Dreams~ unique sexy comfy socks for unique sexy people~ hahaha.&amp;nbsp; I know a lot of my friends are unique sexy people so they must be referring to all of you out there.&amp;nbsp; ;D Keep in mind that they offer Free shipping! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and not only do they have socks but they have superduperlavishingly hot armwarmers, legwarmers, and fishnets too!&amp;nbsp;If you are a sock lover like me- you just have to check this site out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Below are the ones I'll soon be purchasing:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, my footsies will soon be bowing down to me as I spoil them! HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/Szg9hhYaHXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2IK5lpROntQ/s1600-h/feather+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJSFYj8CuCs/Szg9hhYaHXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2IK5lpROntQ/s320/feather+tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;I really had no idea that I would be doing so much shopping today.&amp;nbsp; So I hit the grand ol' mall with my bestie and our kids and guess what caught my eye as I was walking by&amp;nbsp;an accessory store...a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;feather mini Christmas tree!&amp;nbsp; (the one in the pic is exactly like it but a different color)Two of them just had to come home with me.&amp;nbsp; They are so tickling-awesome and make me want to rub them against my skin.&amp;nbsp; I am super excited for next Christmas because by then, we will be in our new house and we will have all these colorful trees everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Okay aside from that- a purple purse left with me and some more trinkets (earrings, rings, &amp;amp; bracelets and such).&amp;nbsp; Who could beat the ever-so-tempting sales, right?&amp;nbsp; Oh and before I forget, I came across this awesome website called zazzle.com that has a 75% off sale going on right now on Customized Christmas Cards which I already ordered for next year and they also have customized Thank you cards.&amp;nbsp; So check them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I also bought some antiqued brown high boots and some wrist cuffs (i am so loving colorful, striped, and checkered wrist cuffs right now- they're soooo fun and also a great wrist protector for pole exercises! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;But the most important thing I bought today were my vitamins from GNC!&amp;nbsp; They were having a 2 for 1 special on beWholesome and I am trying out some new vitamins called beBeautiful that are GOOOD for your hair, skin, and nails.&amp;nbsp; We must not only look/feel good on the outside but we have to take care of ourselves from within as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Oooooo Weeeeee!&amp;nbsp; I'm so happy- I went for a little After-Christmas shopping today.&amp;nbsp; I found some fabulous deals on Christmas decor at Big Lots (where I always go to get super-cheap wrapping paper, like $1 a roll and if you wait longer it goes to 50 cents a roll) while I was there, I grabbed a couple of 24 inch PURPLE Christmas trees with PURPLE lights!&amp;nbsp; Yay!!! You all know how much I love purple!!&amp;nbsp; The color makes me feel all glowy inside.&amp;nbsp; Now I can't wait for next year's Christmas to come so I can put out my purple-y trees.&amp;nbsp; And for sure, next year, we will definitely be getting a white tree so I can decorate it with PURPLE ornaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of PURPLE ornaments and stuff- I came across ThePurpleStore.com and found some really groovy purple ornaments and home decor.&amp;nbsp; O-M-G I'm gonna have a field day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Just a word of caution: be super careful out there because it is soooooo crazy!&amp;nbsp; But there is nothing better than getting some great things that are much cheaper than retail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;As I look&amp;nbsp;back on our&amp;nbsp;Christmas day, I am reminded of the many blessings that we were given.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Yesterday was filled with the definite love and joy of family and our&amp;nbsp;closest friends.&amp;nbsp; The magic of Christmas filled our home a few hours before it hit midnight on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; My little one scurried through the house to prepare for the arrival of good ol' Saint Nick.&amp;nbsp; The reindeer dust was sprinkled throughout the front yard and the letter to Santa was hand-written in the most neatest 6 year old handwriting ever!&amp;nbsp; The cookies were laid out, and the glass of milk poured, waiting patiently on the side table that laid near my little boy's head as he layed himself to sleep.&amp;nbsp; It was a restless night for me but a rather peaceful night for my son, I almost wondered if he was dreaming of sugar plums danced in his little head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was awaken in&amp;nbsp;the morning by him presenting the letter that Santa had written back to him and a full report of the devoured cookies,&amp;nbsp;the empty&amp;nbsp;glass, and the stack of presents that lay on his side table.&amp;nbsp; The usual crumbled wrapping paper, empty boxes, and Christmas bows&amp;nbsp;scattered about the place and us not caring that the house was a complete mess.&amp;nbsp; We were later&amp;nbsp;graced with the presence of wonderful friends and our much older children.&amp;nbsp; We feasted on some awesome grub, we laughed, we prayed, and we all felt the joy and peace of the spirit of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I am almost saddened that the day went by rather quick but knowing that every minute was definitely worth it.&amp;nbsp; These were our blessings!&amp;nbsp; The laughter of the children in the background and the satisfied sighs of the adults cherishing&amp;nbsp;the last bite of&amp;nbsp;their custard pie.&amp;nbsp; Could it get any better than this?&amp;nbsp; It was indeed a very magical Christmas!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hoping that you all out there had a very Sweet and Merry Christmas and that you were able to cherish in your blessings for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then along the same lines, ShoeDazzle, my favorite online shoe place with their awesome prices, came out with the Raven!&amp;nbsp; This is a tough bootie check out the rugged soles on that thing- but yet ultra chic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember last year, I bought these pair of brown microsuede booties with bows on the back and wore it with a pair of brown/yellow plaid shorts and opaque tights underneath, topped it with a sweater and yellow pearls.&amp;nbsp; Sounds crazy but I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out these booties, I'm in love with the feathers on my feet- brings such a tingly ticklish sensation all over!!&amp;nbsp; There's so fly!&amp;nbsp; But apparently too high for my budget...I'll just stare at them for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm not usually the type of person who gets Star-Stuck but when it comes to being Kandee-Struck- I'm giddy all over!&amp;nbsp; I'm a super big fan of Kandee Johnson, who got me hooked on her Youtube videos in the beginning of the year!&amp;nbsp; She's a lover of art and all things positive!&amp;nbsp; Ohhh-&amp;nbsp;ya know I have a&amp;nbsp;great addiction&amp;nbsp;for all things positive and BRIGHT and ART!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kandeethemakeupartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;(To get your daily dosage of fantabulousness clickity click on her blog here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Why am I extra giddy like Gidget today?&amp;nbsp; Because Kandee responded to my comment on facebook- squeeeeeeeeee!!!&amp;nbsp; Don't mind my expressions of Dorkigeekdom!&amp;nbsp; Seriously she has awesome tips on make-up and fashion mixed in with some&amp;nbsp;soul-inspiring&amp;nbsp;pep talks, and a dash of kandee-fun.&amp;nbsp; Liven up your world!&amp;nbsp; She's my injectable-inspiration....hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ahhhhh.....it's a Kandee-high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;p.s. no I'm not the stalker fatal attraction type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am soooo in the spirit of giving this season!&amp;nbsp; With so many people out of jobs and out of homes, I realized that there are so many simple things that we normally take for granted.&amp;nbsp; It made me shift my thinking just a little.&amp;nbsp; The holiday season&amp;nbsp;usually has me in the spirit of giving but this year it's a bit different, I prefer giving to the less fortunate, yes the family members will get their gifts of course- But I found myself giving more and donating more than ever before.&amp;nbsp; I think I have done more searches on donating than on online shopping!&amp;nbsp; It's the second week of December and I have only bought 2 Christmas gifts, one for my youngest son and the other for a close family friend.&amp;nbsp; I have become more occupied with giving back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A week ago, I helped fund a loan for a lady in the Philippines who raises pigs for a living to support her family of 8 children.&amp;nbsp; I stumbled upon a great organization, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.kiva.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; that allows entrepreneurs in developing countries&amp;nbsp;to obtain&amp;nbsp;a small loan to build their business.&amp;nbsp; The funds that I loaned will eventually get repaid, which then gets put back into my account to help another entrepreneur in another country, if I wish.&amp;nbsp; This week, I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soles4souls.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.Soles4Souls.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; Did you know that over 300 million children in the world do not own shoes?&amp;nbsp; I can relate to this...as I was one of those poor children walking barefooted in the muddy terrain of a third world country (rewind back 28 years ago).&amp;nbsp; Hence, my present-addiction to shoes.&amp;nbsp; Now with my closet-full of shoes and a garage-converted-shoe-closet, I would love to give up some of my shoes for those who so need it!!!&amp;nbsp; So if&amp;nbsp; you are like me and are drowning in shoes, donate some of your gently used shoes.&amp;nbsp; Or if you looooovve your shoes too much, you can donate $5 for a pair of flip flops or $10 for a pair of clogs.&amp;nbsp; Please shoot me an email, to arrange that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There are other ways to give as well- I have a friend who is asking for new items to go to the NV Partnership for Homeless Youth.&amp;nbsp; Which is an awesome way to give to homeless children and teens who are in need of necessary items such as clothes, socks, and basic hygiene products, etc.&amp;nbsp; If you have any items to give away, please let me know since items will be dropped off this Saturday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Time is also another great resource that we have or don't have but is priceless nonetheless when we give away some of it.&amp;nbsp; Time is such a valuable thing and by volunteering a few hours of your day at a soup kitchen or a shelter, it becomes sooo gratifying!&amp;nbsp; Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.volunteercentersn.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.volunteercentersn.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; for volunteer projects in the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Have a Happy and Giving Holiday Season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-5248531968832322316?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Back at the end of October, I started a&amp;nbsp;new face regimen with Clinique's Even Better Skin Tone Corrector.&amp;nbsp; And I said I would give you an update of how effective the product was in doing what it said it was supposed to do after 4 weeks.&amp;nbsp; My purpose in using the Skin Tone Corrector was to diminish the age spots (small brown spots) caused by sun damage as well as even out my complexion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The package says the product will: &lt;em&gt;"virtually undo the visible evidence of sun damage, dark patches, skin stresses, age spots, even the darkening that follows acne scarring."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I am happy to say that it is doing just that for me, it may be a slow process and can take a while to notice the results but the important part is that my $40 didn't just go to waste on another useless skincare item.&amp;nbsp; As you know results may vary on different individuals.&amp;nbsp; I will also say that the instructions ask that you apply it twice a day.&amp;nbsp; I have only had the chance to apply the product once a day and it seems to be working gradually.&amp;nbsp; If I can only remember to apply it twice a day on my face, I would probably see faster results.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow I would recommend this product to others.&amp;nbsp; But I will warn you that I have read mixed reviews and that it may not work on everyone, perhaps depending on your skin type.&amp;nbsp; (I have combination skin)&amp;nbsp; This is going to get 4 stars out 5 from me only because the small 1.0 ounce bottle is quite pricey for $40. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been an avid M.A.C. cosmetics-user/collector for many years.&amp;nbsp; I am somewhat&amp;nbsp;embarrased to say that I have spent a few thousand dollars in &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; year on M.A.C products (I know because I once spent all of my income tax refund check just on makeup alone- who does that, right?). I eventually had to sell what I was not using.&amp;nbsp; Am I addicted to M.A.C- umm maybe...ok yes!&amp;nbsp; But lately in the past year, I have been eye-ing other product lines.&amp;nbsp; I'm not cheating on M.A.C- maybe&amp;nbsp;just taking a&amp;nbsp;short separation.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I still love M.A.C.&amp;nbsp; He has great eyeshadows, pigments, slimshine, fluidline, and brushes as well.&amp;nbsp; The best part about M.A.C is his recycling program.&amp;nbsp; Return 6 empty plastic containers and get one free lipstick!&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; What other make-up line does that for you?&amp;nbsp;(Oh did you notice me refer to MAC as a person...? To me- he is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm due for more foundation and concealer and I'm thinking about trying MakeUp Forever or Giorgio Armani.&amp;nbsp; I've also ventured off and used Nars, Smashbox, Benefit, and Urban Decay.&amp;nbsp; There are many I would like to try, just hoping MAC doesn't get too jealous.&amp;nbsp; hehehe&amp;nbsp; This is where my product-junkie-self takes over.&amp;nbsp; But I feel that staying&amp;nbsp;with MAC&amp;nbsp;products for the rest of my makeup wearing life&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;being unfair to the other beautifully packaged&amp;nbsp;and worthy products out there.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;study quite a few professional make-up artists and yes M.A.C is&amp;nbsp;just as much their household&amp;nbsp;name as is Lysol, but there are other cosmetic lines that will do the job&amp;nbsp;just as good or&amp;nbsp;perhaps even better!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So the question for you all is, have you stuck with the same product line&amp;nbsp;for quite some time?&amp;nbsp; If so, why the loyalty to one brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear MAC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't hate me for this, but I would like to start seeing other brands.&amp;nbsp; Don't worry you're still my numero uno!&amp;nbsp; Trust me, it's not You, it's Me.&amp;nbsp; You've always been good to me.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like I'm missing out on something more exciting!&amp;nbsp; You still hold a place in my makeup bag and forever will.&amp;nbsp; Love, ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-5603396417238967012?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;If you are human, you've made your share of mistakes in your past.&amp;nbsp; I know I have had my share of them.&amp;nbsp; While I am not proud of some of the choices I have made; I am happy to know that they have&amp;nbsp;transformed&amp;nbsp;me into a stronger and better person.&amp;nbsp; I don't do too much revisiting of past memories, sometimes they can be devastatingly painful, some are better left forgotten, but at the same time, there's always a lesson to be learned from such bad decisions.&amp;nbsp; The ones I do love to revisit are the joyful memories.&amp;nbsp; Those should stick around forever and tickle the insides of your heart!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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However, I will share with you one of the most ugliest moments of my past (I&amp;nbsp;received a lot of whispers, judgements, and ugly looks from this one- so bear with me and please refrain from throwing your daggers) is when I was involved with a married man.&amp;nbsp; It was such a complicated time in my life and those who are close to me (back then and now), know what I was going through.&amp;nbsp; If you've ever been in a situation like this, then you know the emotional turmoil and despair that comes with such an embarrasing ordeal.&amp;nbsp; If you've never experienced your&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; and your&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MIND&lt;/span&gt; at war, well this is a perfect scenario to experience that.&amp;nbsp; When I became connected with the social networking site, Facebook, I reconnected with an old school friend who is&amp;nbsp;now a critically-acclaimed author.&amp;nbsp;It came as a surprise to me when I found out that my author friend, Naiomi Pitre, came out with an e-book called, &lt;strong&gt;"He Loves Me More, Even Though He's Still Married To Her!"&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I just had to sit down and read it.&amp;nbsp; However, before reading it, I mentally prepared myself for any emotions and feelings that may come up to make&amp;nbsp;my "inner-self" feel like a horrible person again.&amp;nbsp; I had to remind myself that I once was young and naive and that "LOVE" the powerful emotion that it is, had grabbed a strong hold of me by the collar!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As I sat down and read my friend's e-book, I couldn't help but nod in agreement at every&amp;nbsp;sensible reaction&amp;nbsp;"the other woman" was feeling.&amp;nbsp; I saw myself many years back saying and doing the same things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I found myself justifying my actions&amp;nbsp;and most importantly I was also compromising my&amp;nbsp;own morals and values.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;hated myself&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;what I was doing behind&amp;nbsp;people's backs but at the same time I was loving the excitement of faraway escapes and late night calls!&amp;nbsp; This book was meant for me but no,&amp;nbsp;this was&amp;nbsp;not my story; it's just very much like it.&amp;nbsp; Knowing that, I wondered about this "other woman" in the book.&amp;nbsp; Where is she now?&amp;nbsp; Who IS she?&amp;nbsp; I'm sure we went through similar heartbreaks and breakdowns during this period.&amp;nbsp; I only wish I would have read this book early on and it probably would have given me some clarity.&amp;nbsp; Who knows, I may have ended the illicit affair sooner than later.&amp;nbsp; Eight years ago I started writing a novel based on my story as "the mistress", it has been quite a struggle for me to finish it.&amp;nbsp; So I found much solace in reading my friend's book.&lt;br /&gt;
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From the website: &lt;a href="http://www.bestgirlfriendyouneverhad.com/"&gt;http://www.bestgirlfriendyouneverhad.com/&lt;/a&gt; : "If you have ever been in the situation of being involved in an illicit affair with a married man, you MUST buy this valuable book that will open your eyes to what is REALLY going on! Get amazing tips, insight, and a behind-the-scenes peek at the diary of a mistress who has found herself in a sticky predicament! Order your secure download now!" &lt;a href="http://www.bestgirlfriendyouneverhad.com/sleepingwamarriedman.html"&gt;Clickity click on this link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.”~ Paul Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8318829483363123764-1883698362753531288?l=zhetsclosetconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;We all, at one point or another, were emotionally halted by someone in our lives who had a complete hold of our being, whether it be a significant other, a close friend, a family member, co-worker, or employer.&amp;nbsp; Now you're tired of being the person who everyone takes advantage of.&amp;nbsp; You are probably known to be the most forgiving and kind person, right?&amp;nbsp; You are the one most people request favors from because those around you know that you are always willing and able. You run their errands, you babysit, you drive people around town, and you even get volunteered for tasks without you knowing.&amp;nbsp; Others have taken your kindness as your weakness and now you are just about fed up or have been fed up for quite some time. But for some reason,&amp;nbsp;you can't seem to shake them and their behavior from affecting your life.&amp;nbsp; Although we have a strong desire to cut the relationship altogether due to their toxic behavior, we just don't know how or when this will happen. If you don't have that energy-draining person in your life, kudos to you and that means you have managed to erase them from your circle. But you also know that you reached that point at some time in the past and you were questioning yourself the same question that most of us now face. When do we stop letting the other person use us as their daily doormat and start respecting ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Each one of us has a different concept of the word "value" and how much we "value" the relationship we have with the other person. How much we value the relationship also has a direct correlation to how much "mistreatment" we are willing to take to keep that relationship. Sometimes we will lose our selves unknowingly because we have a strong "hold" to whatever keeps us connected to the other person. So why haven't you let go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;People fear the concept of appearing "selfish" more than they want to embrace the concept of "self-respect". I'm guilty of it myself. We must all start looking after ourselves first and foremost. This doesn't mean that we are selfish, we just need to respect ourselves more. In talking with someone yesterday, I learned that we must ask ourselves a personal question, "When will enough be enough?" There should be a point where self-respect takes over; There is a door that separates the doormat and self-respect. If we continue to let that type of behavior continue, we will end up feeling resentful and disappointed with ourselves. We must tell ourselves at what point will we draw the line. After you have confirmed that with yourself, tell that person who has been that "dead wood" in your river of life at what point you will cut it off completely. Be serious about it and follow through, otherwise the other person will just call your bluff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;It is never okay to allow another being to slander you, degrade you, emotionally, verbally, and physically hurt you. Nor is it okay to allow them to take advantage of you and your abilities over and over. Setting healthy boundaries is important for your sanity and for those who don't understand limits until you mark it in chalk. Believe me, there are those out there. They may have the best intentions and they think they know you are okay with how things are going but never underestimate the power of honesty. Be upfront and honest about your demands of respect. Don't allow them to make you feel guilty about your decisions. If they clearly don't have enough respect for you to understand your wants and needs, end the relationship completely. "You" are the one you will be with for the rest of your life. Treat "You" with the utmost respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs with loads of love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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