<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050</id><updated>2024-11-08T10:36:44.623-05:00</updated><category term="chicago"/><category term="misc"/><category term="autumn"/><category term="childhood"/><category term="divas"/><category term="entertainers"/><category term="movies"/><category term="music"/><category term="rant"/><category term="writers challenge"/><title type='text'>diary of a shopgirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-573491798620768825</id><published>2009-10-26T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:54:09.139-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertainers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><title type='text'>I Love This Woman... Dame Shirley Bassey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/b0pOAVGvePQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/b0pOAVGvePQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article today Dame Shirley Bassey, who&#39;s half Nigerian like me by the way, and I got to thinking . Shirley has seen her  fair share of pain and tragedy and yet the show still goes on for her. She&#39;s not defeated. My mother used to play this song a lot. I think it was her anthem. The lyrics are words to live by.Now this a diva !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/573491798620768825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-woman-dame-shirley-bassey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/573491798620768825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/573491798620768825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-woman-dame-shirley-bassey.html' title='I Love This Woman... Dame Shirley Bassey'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-6783502498269670242</id><published>2009-10-21T22:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:22:28.608-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicago"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc"/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Time Of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxHNjLo_xmZtfiLP7qLMJeQj1SiiYlsDYK-63mjbmyAT85ePBhWMJK12oGEDEorfegUm2yG_XZ4G8SefTw55Ilq0joIcc5jzB8RUaQGujI_sdDnU1eH4AF4uFLFAksRqfDbBPHA/s1600-h/My+Pictures1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253376174994850&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxHNjLo_xmZtfiLP7qLMJeQj1SiiYlsDYK-63mjbmyAT85ePBhWMJK12oGEDEorfegUm2yG_XZ4G8SefTw55Ilq0joIcc5jzB8RUaQGujI_sdDnU1eH4AF4uFLFAksRqfDbBPHA/s400/My+Pictures1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&#39;m biased as I&#39;m a Scorpion, but I really believe Autumn is the most beautiful time of the year. I can get lost at the variations in colors as the leaves change. It&#39;s a time of harvests, warm and comforting food, drink and clothes, and at times a touch of melancholy for some. Nature is a riot of color and celebration before she goes into her darkest coldest period.&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a few minutes to take it all in and inhale and exhale. Isn&#39;t it exquisite? Chicago wears Autumn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/6783502498269670242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-beautiful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6783502498269670242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6783502498269670242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-beautiful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Beautiful Time Of The Year'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwxHNjLo_xmZtfiLP7qLMJeQj1SiiYlsDYK-63mjbmyAT85ePBhWMJK12oGEDEorfegUm2yG_XZ4G8SefTw55Ilq0joIcc5jzB8RUaQGujI_sdDnU1eH4AF4uFLFAksRqfDbBPHA/s72-c/My+Pictures1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-7200478686828427203</id><published>2009-10-20T21:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:21:34.684-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chicago"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers challenge"/><title type='text'>Writers Challenge...My Favorite Movie Mahogany</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I revived Diary of a Shopgirl was to work on my writing skills more.I have a idea brewing for a book and really need to hone this craft. I saw this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.familytreesmaycontainnuts.com/2009/10/writers-challenge-2.html&quot;&gt;writing challenge&lt;/a&gt; via Michelle and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bigblackdogs.net/&quot;&gt;Big Black Dogs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.spend-a-buck.net/&quot;&gt;Spend A Buck Farm&lt;/a&gt; and we got to tweeting. Seems she used to be a reader long ago. That&#39;s a sign if I ever heard one. So here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/8YCo0M-hSg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/8YCo0M-hSg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tastes run to camp and out there sort of things. Before the days of cable my television would be tuned into those obscure stations that ran old movies. I loved the glamour of the films in the thirties through the sixties. But amidst all the glamour , I never saw a glamorous black woman. Maybe that&#39;s what gripped my heart about Mahogany. This movie would never contend for Oscar status, but when my Mommy took me as young girl to see this movie, the memory of the divine Diana Ross stayed with me through life. Its funny because there are many parallels and incidents in this movie I can actually relate to my past. Mahogany influenced me to want to become a fashion designer, move to Europe, and lead that sort of life. And yes, I did all of that, for a spell. I didn&#39;t come from from Chicago,but my mother did. I remember the aggravating feeling of instructors holding you back in your artistic style.The &#39;dream on&#39; looks and comments others gave you when you voiced your dreams.I love seeing the old shots downtown Chicago&#39;s Marshall Fields, a old building I spent most of the last decade servicing in my line of work. I could go one and on. That&#39;s the thing about camp films, you can recite them line and verse. They grow on you. Even today&#39;s self crowned divas play homage to this film. Remember Beyonces montage in Dreamgirls? A straight rip off of Mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;340&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lVRyu9e7Jk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/lVRyu9e7Jk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call me campy , corny or Whatever ...but remember this in the words of Mr. Billy Dee Williams&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Success is nothing without someone you love to share it with.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;and Ms. Ross&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m a WINNER baby&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/7200478686828427203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-challengemy-favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7200478686828427203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7200478686828427203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-challengemy-favorite-movie.html' title='Writers Challenge...My Favorite Movie Mahogany'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-555375534164323149</id><published>2009-10-20T11:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:50:11.708-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><title type='text'>Is Imitation The Sincerest Form Of Flattery, Or Is It  Just Creepy?</title><content type='html'>The cubicle mate and I were talking about copy cats the last few days. As a woman who has always marched to her own distinct beat I cant understand why anyone wants to flat out copy anyone. Here is where my Auntie Mame would interject with &lt;em&gt;&quot;Why do you always try to find logic in everything?&quot;&lt;/em&gt; But really&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; isn&#39;t there enough mediocrity out there? The old adage says &quot;it is the sincerest form of flattery&quot;, I say its creepy. In blog land we see a lot of this and we call it plagiarism. So the same way I get up in arms if mine or some friends photo or recipe were ripped off, I get annoyed when someone flat out copies elements of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
In my single days I tended to attract a particular type of female friend always. When I saw the &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; and moved on, another was waiting in the wings. You know the type that likes the same men you like,is like a toxic poison and vampire sucking off your style and mannerisms,and eventually trying to get your man?Not saying I&#39;m all that, but I got a lot of those nutcases. I&#39;m not a girls girl. I prefer the company of men because its less drama. One of the things I hate is shopping with &quot;the girls&quot; for clothes. I will go to extremes to be unique and don&#39;t want to look cookie cutter. I had another gal pal that always wondered why I didn&#39;t shop at&quot; normal mainstream&quot;places like Anne Taylor or Banana Republic (not like there is anything wrong with them), I just don&#39;t want to look like everyone else , that&#39;s all. She would criticize my choices and yet I would find she painted her house in my colors, or copy other elements.If I did shop in those places I would work it in a different way with my existing vintage pieces, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m an observer of life and people and in that I find my inspiration. My exasperation comes from those that don&#39;t have and mind or idea of their own. So when I see the imitation, I don&#39;t feel flattered, just annoyed, and a little creeped out. I&#39;m seeing it again and I just wanted to rant.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/555375534164323149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-imitation-sincerest-form-of-flattery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/555375534164323149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/555375534164323149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-imitation-sincerest-form-of-flattery.html' title='Is Imitation The Sincerest Form Of Flattery, Or Is It  Just Creepy?'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-9035497625824855240</id><published>2009-10-19T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:50:55.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Anybody Out There.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tUUKO_5cPPrWYtWAfJINiUoX7sDBLsVaDIZUPK9BnDGIakgDggavWKhR3r9WDJD9PrKTrcgs6UvkrzdP8UFIurOy8tfFEoJB-FDy-sAsBCPRGz9dbMXiQHhqDdtAEIhNT0Rq2A/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394522105629888530&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tUUKO_5cPPrWYtWAfJINiUoX7sDBLsVaDIZUPK9BnDGIakgDggavWKhR3r9WDJD9PrKTrcgs6UvkrzdP8UFIurOy8tfFEoJB-FDy-sAsBCPRGz9dbMXiQHhqDdtAEIhNT0Rq2A/s400/DSC_0217.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It&#39;s been a long while since I posted on this blog. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cococooks.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Coco Cooks&lt;/a&gt; takes all my focus these days, but I suppose I can still post here on occasion. I like to look back at old posts here and see how I ended up to present my present state. I met Certain Someone while writing this blog. Certain Someone is quick to say &lt;em&gt;&#39;It&#39;s not always about food&#39;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I did create &lt;a href=&quot;http://cocoseye.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Coco&#39;s Eye&lt;/a&gt; as a place where Certain Someone and I can post our travel pictures. But sometimes you just want a place for words, and I will always be a Shop Girl at heart . The irony is I&#39;m in a cubicle these days supporting shops in my territory that spans the globe. So be it cosmetics, clothes, cookware , or cakes I&#39;m always selling something and will always have a story to relay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/9035497625824855240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-anybody-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/9035497625824855240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/9035497625824855240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is Anybody Out There.....?'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tUUKO_5cPPrWYtWAfJINiUoX7sDBLsVaDIZUPK9BnDGIakgDggavWKhR3r9WDJD9PrKTrcgs6UvkrzdP8UFIurOy8tfFEoJB-FDy-sAsBCPRGz9dbMXiQHhqDdtAEIhNT0Rq2A/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-3360732197214707557</id><published>2007-10-10T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:49:21.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Really Cold Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativelychallenged/326564021/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/326564021_947545981e_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/creativelychallenged/326564021/&quot;&gt;Fireplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/creativelychallenged/&quot;&gt;Heather Garland (creativelychallenged)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow Chicago has gone from degrees in the 90&#39;s from just last weekend,to low 40&#39;s today. Insane.Runners from the Chicago Marathon dropping from heat exhaustion on Sunday, to winter coats and hats. My mother would say something like &#39;These are the last days&quot;, to explain the whole weirdness of it all. Our recent house guest from Sweden just commented on how cold it is there,and how his wife actually made Glug wine to warm up. Tonight ,after endless weeks of blowing the air, I actually switched on the fireplace. It&#39;s cold,and I don&#39;t have my man to snuggle with and keep me warm. Certain Someone is now en route from a trip and wont be home till late. Wonder what I&#39;ll wear tomorrow? Sun dress or sweater and boots...&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/3360732197214707557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-really-cold-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/3360732197214707557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/3360732197214707557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-really-cold-now.html' title='Its Really Cold Now'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/326564021_947545981e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-3623746836230113246</id><published>2007-09-29T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T11:44:47.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/view-finder/1338033434/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/1338033434_757916ba20_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/view-finder/1338033434/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt; photographed by &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;george&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;hurrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/view-finder/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;david&lt;/span&gt; haggard&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I worked a catering event at a famed jewelry store. I thought it would be a evening like any other. As we were preparing to set up I heard music from a rehearsal taking place. I couldn&#39;t believe my eyes as I saw a toned and fabulous diva on stage in her track suit and shades belting out a number. I asked &#39;Is that Natalie Cole&#39;? Yes it was! Later in the evening I got a chance to see her actual performance as we worked. Outstanding. Its amazing that all walks of life ,ages, and races really appreciated her music.This one girl from Turkey didn&#39;t have a clue to who she was, or her father. I asked her what planet she dropped from. But when I mentioned &#39;Unforgettable&#39; recognition took hold. I was in such a good mood that that when I paid my astronomical parking ticket at the end of the evening , I didn&#39;t complain. I got to see Natalie Cole In such a intimate setting and gorgeous jewels to boost!&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/3623746836230113246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/fantastic-surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/3623746836230113246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/3623746836230113246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/fantastic-surprise.html' title='Fantastic Surprise'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/1338033434_757916ba20_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-7909399550102132067</id><published>2007-09-17T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:24:56.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/85181947@N00/165047482/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/165047482_5de4037780_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/85181947@N00/165047482/&quot;&gt;In the End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/85181947@N00/&quot;&gt;gun show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a creepy request from an old family friend today. Uncle &quot;A&quot; owns a funeral home that has taken care of my family for decades. He&quot;s a great jovial and creative man. We were planning a future event when he asked a favor of me. Knowing I work for a Cosmetics company he wanted some samples to lead into purchasing a big order. That I can do. He explained what the &#39;dead&quot; needed in terms of cosmetics. Not as different from what the living need. Coverage, smudge proof,and non mask looking. Don&#39;t you hate it when you see your dearly departed looking all &#39;jacked up &#39;in the coffin. That&#39;s why my mother didn&#39;t want anyone to see her. Just a memorial service with a fabulous portrait. Well anyway, I digress. Uncle &#39;A&#39; wanted to know if I would demo the makeup on a corpse for his staff. He&#39;ll pay. Now I&#39;ll do just about anything for a buck, but not that.I asked if they were in &#39;good&quot;condition or needed some heavy work. My Auntie Mame laughed at my queasiness. Shes a doctor. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Morticians&lt;/span&gt; and Doctors just have thicker skin than this old shop girl. I&#39;ll write him detailed notes with his samples.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/7909399550102132067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/creepy-request.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7909399550102132067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7909399550102132067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/creepy-request.html' title='Creepy Request'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/165047482_5de4037780_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-2733012242737327542</id><published>2007-09-16T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:00:51.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Today I set up a new blog. I haven&#39;t been blogging as much lately.I have realized, as I pursue new things ,&lt;em&gt;the Shopgirl&lt;/em&gt; is evolving. My sidelines seem to have a culinary bent . It doesn&#39;t help that nesting with Certain Someone helps drive this interest . So I set up the Coco Cooks blog. I plan to post in both , depending on where &#39;Whats on mind&#39; falls under. They will be ramblings from a zealous amateur cook. I&#39;m amazed at the number of foodie blogs out there. Seems to be the &quot;trend&quot; to be a foodie. A trend which has always been with me , and as I mature, will embrace more and more. &lt;a href=&quot;http://cococooks.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://cococooks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.cococooks.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2733012242737327542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2733012242737327542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-1145568532895114425</id><published>2007-09-15T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:31:48.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feck You Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/74195106@N00/185049596/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/185049596_2211cd8ed3_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/74195106@N00/185049596/&quot;&gt;Feck You Too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/74195106@N00/&quot;&gt;pretty helmet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just couldn&#39;t resit putting this in my blog. While I did a tasting for Cotes du Rhones today , this brand was being promoted. A toddler caught my eye holding the postcard promoting Feckin Irish Whiskey. While her mom sampled she asked me for a cork to add to her collection. Got to love it! After selling cases of Cote du Rhones and signing off, I went over to the Feckin stand. The owner himself was there with two buxom promoters wearing shirts saying things like&#39; Your going to Feckin Love This...&#39;. I took a try and I did. The perfect gift for Certain Someone too! The owner noticed I didn&#39;t finish my shot and inquired if it was too strong for me. Au contraire. It was really smooth. I just didn&#39;t want to drive with a buzz after tasting wine and whisky all day on a somewhat empty stomach. All in all a good day. Later the owner whizzed past me in the deli. I told him I was buying a signed bottle and he informed me that a signed bottle can go up to $800 back in the UK. So that means Certain Someone cant drink it and when he annoys me I can hold up the bottle to him and tell him how I really feel. Just kidding. He comes back Monday after a week in Europe.I always miss him but manage to stay busy nevertheless . Just had another thought. Wouldn&#39;t these make great gifts for some colleagues!&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/1145568532895114425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/feck-you-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/1145568532895114425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/1145568532895114425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/feck-you-too.html' title='Feck You Too'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/185049596_2211cd8ed3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-7470634279434920223</id><published>2007-09-09T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:10:05.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000,000 ants chasing Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/scubaeddie32/324486709/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/324486709_e97393ca34_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/scubaeddie32/324486709/&quot;&gt;Tiger woods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/scubaeddie32/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;scubaeddie&lt;/span&gt;32&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So its been a while since I blogged. A lot is going on. I&#39;m taking classes in cake decorating/ sugar craft now . This morning Certain Someone and I delivered a housewarming gift I made for Gabs of a house frosted in autumnal tones of butter cream , marzipan pumpkins, and lots of chocolate fixtures . She thinks I&#39;m Martha Stewart on crack now. But I think she liked it. She has a really cute place and we&#39;re so happy for her. After coffee and assorted sweets, me and the man went to Cog Hill to see the BMW Championship/ Fed Ex Cup Playoff. I wasn&#39;t sure how I&#39;d like this event. I was Certain Someones last choice to attend ,as he knows I don&#39;t care for sports, etc. But all of his male friends were busy with familial commitments, so he was stuck with me or go alone. I was pleasantly surprised!The weather was perfect,not a lot of bugs,and we got some exercise following the 18 holes. For the most part we stayed away from the Tiger-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;etts&lt;/span&gt; as we watched the lineup. However we couldn&#39;t avoid the master. At about 12 hole we caught up with him. Certain Someone bet me what color he would be wearing. I innocently bet blue, as he bet red.The Master appeared in Red! How the F was I to know that&#39;s the only color he wears on Sunday. Certain Someone mocked me for saying&#39;&#39;I see Tiger wearing Blue...&quot; I&#39;ve seen a lot of celebs in my time, but it was impressive to see this young self assured man play. What I didn&#39;t like was the herds of people that only seemed to follow him and thereby pushed Certain Someone and I and obstructed our perfect views. It became of game of keeping away from the herd as we rushed to see him on to victory at the 18&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hole. I saw babies yelling for Tiger and drunk old man trying to con his way into a private tent party at the 18&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hole to see him win. Tiger mania. Gabs warned us earlier. Then knowing he won ,but blocked from that last view,Certain Someone and I power walked back to the last, but first parking lot,( about a mile)to beat the other ants and traffic back. What a workout and pleasant day. Kind of like the old days. Peaceful silence at times, relaxation,and just being comfortable with other. That&#39;s what Sundays should be like.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/7470634279434920223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/1000000-ants-chasing-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7470634279434920223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/7470634279434920223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/09/1000000-ants-chasing-tiger.html' title='1,000,000 ants chasing Tiger'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/324486709_e97393ca34_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-9042859543117675899</id><published>2007-08-18T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:32:13.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like big butts and I cannot lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstar/254548509/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/254548509_e5276b00b1_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstar/254548509/&quot;&gt;I like big butts and I cannot lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/jstar/&quot;&gt;J. Star&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not me! However one of my most distinctive &#39;ASS&#39;sets is my derriere. Its so cute and high you could place a drink on it. Its taken me years to come to terms with it. Even at my skinniest weight , the butt added on a whole other size and dimension. My men , past and present , haven&#39;t complained. So anyway, , the other day , feeling fat already because I was assigned to a photo shoot with our companies in house models... I got the call. We had worked all morning making up the vapid young stick thin models. They even wanted us to get in on a publicity photo. So i squeezed myself into the group shot and acted as if I was touching up a model. Hoping my ass wasn&#39;t jutting out too much. We then caught some lunch , when the Booker from the caterer called. He was nervous ,I could tell. He started off with how great a job I do, the compliments I get,etc. However they had one issue with me. My pants were just too tight in their opinion. Now Certain Someone and I shopped for work pants together and even he finally concluded that all pants would cling to my form, so it made no sense going up a size! Cant they see I&#39;m a full figured black woman. The Booker said if I continue to work for them , I must have my pants approved. At first I took it stride, and then it started to agitate me. I know he didn&#39;t want want to deliver that message I wondered if he called those wide girls of Latin orgin as well. I felt like blubber as I returned to the shoot. My friend and colleague Vicky said some wife must have complained about my ass. Come to think of it the week before this one man kept asking me to fetch him drinks as his wife looked on. . I had nightmares I was a bleached whale. The next day I shopped for &quot;fatty&quot; pants. I tried on pants 2 sizes larger to mask my butt. Nothing worked. You could still see the bulge. Finally I found the pair. It made me look shapeless and required a lot of belting in. And it cost me about $160. I will save the receipt for my taxes as a work related expense. I modeled them for Certain Someone and he was unimpressed. Sexy they were not,but that was the point. I will look like a sexless blob now when I serve. I give myself daily affirmation that my butt is OK. They just cant handle the butt.. I&#39;m too bootylicious for them.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/9042859543117675899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-big-butts-and-i-cannot-lie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/9042859543117675899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/9042859543117675899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-like-big-butts-and-i-cannot-lie.html' title='I like big butts and I cannot lie'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/254548509_e5276b00b1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-5031071663377957606</id><published>2007-08-04T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:06:30.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain Someone and I Are Happy Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammorrowphotography/475506898/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/475506898_d181bdf3a0_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammorrowphotography/475506898/&quot;&gt;Betta Close Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/sammorrowphotography/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;sammorrowphotography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We&#39;ve done it ! &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Certain&lt;/span&gt; Someone and I have taken the first step. Out of sheer boredom and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;anticipating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;( Certain Someone is leaving me for a work project. He&#39;ll be gone a few months), I bought a fish. From time to time I fish set my neighbors little speck of a fish. The pet store beckoned. I&#39;m not flush with funds so a fancy menagerie in a expensive &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;aquarium&lt;/span&gt; was out of the question. In the back of the store I saw these gorgeous fishes in tiny round bowls. I was informed they were male &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Betta&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; . Seems they are Siamese Fighting fish. They cant &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;cohabitate&lt;/span&gt; with other males, or they will kill each other. Also I was told rather than buying him one female companion,he&#39;d need two. They like to breed and one male Betta will wear out the female.Kind of like a wife /mistress thing they have going. I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; purchased a cute Betta kit &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt; to house our baby in. He&#39;s a gorgeous red color. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Certain&lt;/span&gt; Someone seems to like him. We worry about him. Upon coming home,Idid a lot of research. Seems these are some of natures most beautiful fish,but very &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;finicky&lt;/span&gt; and sensitive. A &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Betta&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; life is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; compromised with the slightest &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;wrongdoing&lt;/span&gt; in care. Seems they are quite the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;ornamental&lt;/span&gt; fad,but a lot of people miss crucial care steps. Clean water and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt; balanced water are key. And a attentive parent must always be on the lookout for any sign of disease and infection. We named our angel Betta Baby , and he seems thriving.The light from the big plasma TV agitates him, so we keep him on the dining room table. He &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; seem to eat much, but hes not lethargic. I pray I wont kill him. I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; first the fish, then perhaps a dog, and who knows I might be ready for a real baby.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/5031071663377957606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/08/certain-someone-and-i-are-happy-parents.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/5031071663377957606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/5031071663377957606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/08/certain-someone-and-i-are-happy-parents.html' title='Certain Someone and I Are Happy Parents'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/475506898_d181bdf3a0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-2434016658488447866</id><published>2007-07-26T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:10:53.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Same Old,and the Blood Type Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mliebenberg/454561895/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/454561895_3c97e02f78_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mliebenberg/454561895/&quot;&gt;Precious Blood!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/mliebenberg/&quot;&gt;mliebenberg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not much has been going on with me. Except on the work front. There have been a lot of travails and sagas at the office that I wont bore you with. Lets just say the sate of my company is not doing well,but I persevere and try to function amidst all the adversity. Certain Someone has been busy as usual as well. In my free time you know Ive been preoccupied with my cooking and reading about it. So much that I have assessed myself in the mirror. Since Certain Someone and I have been together I have gained &#39;nesting weight&#39;. I wasn&#39;t a small girl to begin with , but I had and still for the most part have a nice shape. The fat seems to go straight to my legs. As I cant afford to replace the superior designer duds I gave in a size or two smaller, I&#39;m determined to loose the weight. Also I&#39;m approaching that 40 mark in a few, and my clock is ticking. I don&#39;t want to be a lard ass gaining an additional 20 pounds giving birth.So I plan to loose at least 20 pounds. Certain Someone has mentioned his desire to so as well, but I see no plans on his part. After surgery last winter I found out my blood type in order to follow the blood type diet. Certain Someone and I are both Type A&#39;s( natural vegetarians). I found out I was to avoid gluten, all meats with the exception of turkey and some fishes, vinegar, and my favorite fruits etc. Certain Someone said no to doing this with me at all. So Ive just returned from Whole Foods,where Ive loaded up on weird spelt, amaranth, quionas, and rice based flours, noodles, etc. Ive purchased new soy based products ( tofus and milks), tamuri soy sauces, sanctioned fruit and nut spreads , butters, and juices. It shouldn&#39;t be hard as Im a good and creative cook. In fact Ive just had a nice salmon with a soy/ honey/ brown sugar/mustard seed glaze along with a simple salad dressed with just lemon and garlic. Did I mention my approved beverages are red and white wines, tons of green teas, coffee , and sanctioned fruit juices. I will still cook Certain Someones meals, but will try to sneak in and incorporate some of the new type A stuff. He wont know whats what until I tell him. He&#39;ll never give up his red meat  and pork( which Type A&#39;s store as fat because we cant digest it). I plan to partake of it occasionally as well , like when we go to Germany for Christmas. Who can turn down &quot;Mama Certain Someones &quot;food? And that&#39;s what I like about this diet. You can occasionally fall off. Its more about lifestyle changes and health. Eventually the weight will fall off because your eating like nature intended.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/2434016658488447866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/same-old-same-oldand-blood-type-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2434016658488447866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2434016658488447866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/same-old-same-oldand-blood-type-diet.html' title='Same Old Same Old,and the Blood Type Diet'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/454561895_3c97e02f78_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-6638906661181068006</id><published>2007-07-15T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:04:25.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;m a Foodie At Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckeys/109847226/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/109847226_4e660ef0e7_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckeys/109847226/&quot;&gt;Le Cordon Bleu, Paris 2001, Summer Intensif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/beckeys/&quot;&gt;beckeys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems lately all my thoughts turn to food. Not eating it so much,as the creation of it. I have been slowly making my way through a excellent book when time permits, called &lt;strong&gt;Appetite For Life, The Biography of Julia Child&lt;/strong&gt;. This had lead me to to want to purchase more cookbooks in my already expansive library. The other day when in Powell&#39;s Books,I picked up the English edition of &lt;strong&gt;Le Corden Bleu at Home.&lt;/strong&gt;Julia Child was initiated in the food world at this very institution. I already told Certain Someone I want a copy of &lt;strong&gt;Larousse Gastronome&lt;/strong&gt; for my birthday as well as Julia Child&#39;s &lt;strong&gt;Mastering the Art of French Cooking Volumes 1 and 2&lt;/strong&gt;. Its not as if I have time to make all this stuff, but I love reading and studying the techniques. Not quite finished with the first book, I picked up a copy of&lt;strong&gt; Alice Waters and Chez Panisse&lt;/strong&gt;,a juicy read about another icon of American cookery and the whole organic, slow food movement.There&#39;s a whole lot of drinking and sex in the story which takes place in liberal Berkley California.My catering sideline makes me even more obsessed. I love passing the Hors D&#39;Ouerves so I can talk to the chefs and watch them in action. Not to mention taste.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I put theory in practice. My Certain Someone and I have had delicious schedules these past two weeks, and we have barely seen each other. He comes home late and he leaves early.I haven&#39;t cooked a meal for us in ages. So I planned a elaborate , yet casual meal for a Saturday evening. We started with cracked Dungeness crabs with he viewed with trepidation. But sine they were big and meaty he got the hang of getting the meat out and enjoyed it with a beer. While he occupied himself with that I continued to work on my Fraises Margot( a delicious strawberry mousse with strawberry coulis), courtesy of the Cordon Bleu cook book. When all was assembled and placed to chill, I fired up the grill. I put on the huge sirloins I found in Costco with some marinated veggies and assorted mushroom types from the Farmers Market at Daley Plaza. I also made a instant Shitake Risotto( yes instant!) that was pretty damn good. Charcoal Grilling is scary but the results were worth it. The meat was nicely seared on the outside , but still way underdone. I finished it off in the broiler as to not not char it to much. The results were perfect. We drank some nice Red Zinfandel along with our meal and were content. Around midnight with the Mousse all set, I served it up as a nice rich yet light treat. We cant eat like that all the time, but its nice to create a special meal every now and then.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/6638906661181068006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-foodie-at-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6638906661181068006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6638906661181068006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-foodie-at-heart.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Foodie At Heart'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/109847226_4e660ef0e7_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-4867176961426781645</id><published>2007-07-08T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:36:32.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haves and Have Nots</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my catering sideline took me to a beautiful event. The Chairman of a major global financial institutions Chicago base threw a surprise party for his wife. The estate was on a breathtaking parcel of land on the North Shore with a private beach. The heat was intense and it was hard work. But the final result was a touching, loving affair for this lucky woman. The husband flew in a songwriter artist I have not heard of before. However upon hearing her sing her trademark song over and over during rehearsal sound check, it sounded eerily familiar. I found out later on during the husbands speech to his guests that she&#39;s a Oscar nominated songwriter ( that&#39;s why I know the song) and has appeared on several well know television series. The party was warm and intimate. We had to dress in our bistro costumes consisting of Tuxedo shirts,bow ties, and long aprons. The guests were dressy casual as they dined under the tents. The chefs and all of us were sweating it out in the outdoor kitchens. I felt sorry for some of the staff as a few seemed to drop some drinks trays on the terrace early one. Those trays get heavy. The girls and I I always had to rotate and twist our wrists when we came to the kitchen for more rounds. The guest were very nice to us which was surprising. Sometimes they can act as if you don&#39;t exist.Not that I&#39;m expecting conversation, but at least say &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt; or nay if you want a &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;hors d&#39; oeuvres&lt;/span&gt; I didn&#39;t glean much from conversations, just talk of travels past and future. They seem a real loving, close knit family which is touching considering the amount of wealth, etc. They &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; strike me as the types to &quot;chase the cameras and constantly be in the papers&quot;. Just hard working, mid western, self made people. As always I love to observe this type of stuff.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/4867176961426781645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/4867176961426781645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/haves-and-have-nots.html' title='The Haves and Have Nots'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-6153185032381362479</id><published>2007-07-05T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:11:18.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since When Did I Become The Bartender For All?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/x180/528061102/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1119/528061102_4193dfd4f7_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/x180/528061102/&quot;&gt;FireWoman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/x180/&quot;&gt;duncandavidson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This holiday was a little annoying.In the past when I was flush with funds,energy, and generosity I would always bring some Liquor ,wines,etc and make cocktails for the family get togethers. I even underwrote the booze portion of a cousins Bridal shower , and kind of regret it now due to her attitude. I&#39;m inherently a giver. In my main line of work I get annoyed when people try to lure me into giving freebie advice on makeup and style. Who wants to talk shop in their precious free moments? It&#39;s like a doctor being bugged all the time.Now that I&#39;m in the food industry as well , I would like to relax and just be a guest for once with no responsibilities. So you can imagined how annoyed I was when over the course of two days I was called and approached by lots of family members as to what cocktail I was bringing this year. I was instructed by my hosts that I didn&#39;t need to bring anything except what I would consume with Certain Someone. So I just planned on wine,that I get as a perk. I even planned to bring a few bottles to the gatherings. Well at the first gathering ( firework night at Auntie Mames)I got roped into bar tending with the existing ingredients for my cousins friends. She never made it to the event at my aunts. The friends ended up eating up our chicken ,etc as we we watched the fireworks and wondered where she was.Seems she was stuck in traffic because her stubborn Boyfriend wouldn&#39;t take the train . Everyone knows you don&#39;t drive in the city on the night of Fireworks. I tried not to be rude as Auntie Mame was watching, but it was odd. I figure you invite your friends ,you tell them to BYOB. At 7:00 am the next morning I was called my another aunt about what I was bringing and what to serve it in. I reminded her that I&#39;m not a bartender and just planned on bringing some wine. She doesn&#39;t drink, therefore doesn&#39;t buy alcohol. Now we&#39;ve been doing this for years,and everyone knows she has a &#39;dry&#39; house. So if they wanted booze wouldn&#39;t it occur to them to bring it? I couldn&#39;t even cross the door before the &#39;Wheres my drinks &#39; started. The AWOL cousin offered up her Apple Martini Mix to me that she would have brought the night before. Mix , not Vodka.Auntie Mame brought her Vodka from the night before.I told my cousin she was grown and could make her own. She said she liked my touch. I tried to show her how to make a batch because &#39;I wont always be there&#39;. She ignored my instruction and just wanted the drink. Another relation called another cousin and asked what I had made, and did I have &#39;bitters&#39;. I told him to tell her if she wanted something she could make it herself and she had better pick up her bitters and anything else along the way. I didn&#39;t see anyone bring a beer ,etc. except Auntie Mame who brought the vodka from the night before.Do these people realize how expensive alcohol is and why should I carry the burden. Even if they brought their own, why should I be the bartender , when all I want to to do is relax and enjoy being a guest. I&#39;m just crabby but hate being taken advantage of. My aunt says I should be flattered that people like my drinks. That&#39;s fine , but not when it becomes a expectation.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/6153185032381362479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-when-did-i-become-bartender-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6153185032381362479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6153185032381362479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-when-did-i-become-bartender-for.html' title='Since When Did I Become The Bartender For All?'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1119/528061102_4193dfd4f7_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-433852788998047104</id><published>2007-07-01T21:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:09:40.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning : Brief Nudity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/11792549@N00/372578144/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/372578144_b459434d24_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/11792549@N00/372578144/&quot;&gt;XXX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/11792549@N00/&quot;&gt;gecko_matrix&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Certain Someone and I like to think of ourselves as boring people. We&#39;ve left our player days and wild side long behind. Well more I&#39;ve left them behind. So this holiday weekend we haven&#39;t been able to do much as he has work demands( that he&#39;s handling from the home base). But we managed to break away from the comfy confines of home to look at some real estate across the street. These fabulous units were priced at just under $1,000,000 and right across the street where we live. A girl can dream cant she? We then we decided to to do our ritual walk along the lake. We always find great secret spots that aren&#39;t congested like the lake path up north. We crossed over a field to get closer to the lake and found what we were looking for. There were only a few people with their bikes resting. We noticed a couple laying on the grass covered by the sheet. At first I thought they were just resting. But then the wind from the hovering helicopters blew their cover,shall we say.The person on tops bare ass was exposed for us to see. I couldn&#39;t make out if they were two women or a man and woman. The hair was too long and blond. Nevertheless the love fest continued as Certain Someone and I turned our heads occasionally to watch. The person on top seemed to like looking up at us and then proceed to go at it . I didn&#39;t notice any thrusting action so I assumed they were two lesbians, Certain Someone swore it was man. We couldn&#39;t see anything for proof other than the bare ass that the wind uncovered periodically. We decided to get up and walk a bit . Some police cars were searching the area and we assumed they were coming to arrest the indecent pair. But it seems they were looking for other things. We walked back towards the couple and by now we could see that thrusting action under the sheets. Another police car came driving by and they seemed to slow down. But the police were oblivious to them . Certain someone debated &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;if we should&lt;/span&gt; walk past the couple who knew we were onto them or walk lower and closer to the lake on the concrete wall. We decided not to change our course. You could say they were freaks that got off on public sex and being discovered. I just wondered aloud how they would find the energy to ride their bicycles back home. Certain Someone and I continued with our usual routine. We decided on Harold&#39;s fried chicken for dinner. That white boy &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; his Harold&#39;s chicken and has become a connoisseur of the delicacy. After dinner I made some cocktails. We intend to get a little tipsy this holiday weekend . But don&#39;t count on us doing anything crazy like that.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/433852788998047104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-brief-nudity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/433852788998047104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/433852788998047104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-brief-nudity.html' title='Warning : Brief Nudity'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/372578144_b459434d24_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-152733198135400101</id><published>2007-06-28T00:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:53:40.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Know You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/w10/116473642/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/39/116473642_cc28712a26_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/w10/116473642/&quot;&gt;Frog Waiter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/w10/&quot;&gt;W10&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight I had a small waiter gig with the caterer. It was in a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;reknown&lt;/span&gt; Chicago skyscraper. The purpose of the event was to sell unreachable health wise and Eco friendly condos to that small segment of society who can afford to plonk down $2,000,0000 for a pied a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;terre&lt;/span&gt;. As usual I recognized a few faces. Chicago is a small town. Sometimes I feel a guest look at me with a &#39;why do you look familiar&quot; gaze . But surely they wouldn&#39;t associate me in the venues they have seen me,waiting on the side.That&#39;s the comedy of it. I had arrived drenched from the torrential rains. It hasn&#39;t been my week. Yesterday I had a huge interview and got caught in the rain. I had to drive back home to change. History repeated itself. But I dried off quickly and went to work. A fun and short evening. Afterwards I met up with my Auntie Mame who was attending a party up the street at Hermes. She suggested dinner at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;. She spoils me so. How could I refuse even though I wasn&#39;t hungry , after eating the leftovers from the event. Nevertheless I made room for the baked Camembert wrapped in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Phyllo&lt;/span&gt; with pears and a glass of Riesling . Scrumptious! There were a few people from the event dining there as well. As they passed my table they had that &#39;why do you look familiar&quot; gaze again. &lt;em&gt;Because I just served you&lt;/em&gt; .... Lifes funny and its fun to keep them guessing.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/152733198135400101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/152733198135400101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/152733198135400101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/service.html' title='Do I Know You....'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/39/116473642_cc28712a26_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-2314689551671559959</id><published>2007-06-24T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:46:04.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/melisdramatic/287251673/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/116/287251673_16ea38f261_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/melisdramatic/287251673/&quot;&gt;Sneeze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/melisdramatic/&quot;&gt;melisdramatic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Certain Someone and have a lot in common. Most recently we are both suffering from nasty summer colds. He caught his first from all the excessive heat changes and forced air conditioning. I resisted until about Friday afternoon , and it all came crashing down. Nevertheless , I got up Saturday morning and drove to a suburb I have never been to, and plan not to go to again if I can help it,to dispense wine samples.The refrigerated beer and wine section was going full blast, and not even my layers of sweaters could provide relief.Thankfully it was only a four shift. I had little luck with sales as the clientele was , lets just say not a wine drinking crowd. Those that did partake liked the sweet stuff. One even informed me she likes to mix her red jug wine with Squirt soda. Need I say more. But to each his own.When I got home Certain Someone after a awful morning playing golf in the rain, was wrapped in his robe after a steam in my Jacuzzi bath. I made us both some chicken soup out of a box and we dressed to go to his company&#39;s corporate event. Last year I remember the event as our first date. How we took the boat cruise. Neither of us were up to that with how we felt. But we did rise to the occasion to mingle, eat, and drink. His colleagues are great and warm. We called it a night before the fireworks display and went on home. At home My breathing became worse with all the congestion, and I felt like gagging . But we stayed up to watch two pretty good movies , The Sentinel and The Da Vinci Code. I awoke late Sunday determined to make the most of my rare day off. I cooked up a batch of Belgian Waffles with , my own Strawberry sauce with Cointreau, and Whipped Cream. Yummy. We lazed around some more before he went off to the office. As much as I hate being sick, I love the laying around part of it. I guess its natures way of telling me slow down. I hear you loud and clear.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/2314689551671559959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-misery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2314689551671559959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/2314689551671559959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-misery.html' title='Oh The Misery'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/116/287251673_16ea38f261_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-636371486200849067</id><published>2007-06-18T19:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:39:16.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Nice To Have Your Man In Touch With His Feminine Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/29475359@N00/327520741/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/327520741_a73c114106_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/29475359@N00/327520741/&quot;&gt;Cabo Massage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/29475359@N00/&quot;&gt;RaJenCreation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With great foresight I had booked massages for Certain Someone and I this past Sunday. Boy did I ever need it! I had spent the past Saturday working 14 hrs at a certain well known billionaire&#39;s former ranch. It now has new owners who threw a great party! Famous music acts were flown in and all of the cities big wigs were there. Talk about six degrees of separation! I could trace a link to many party goers as well as the service staff. It was hard work, back breaking, but fun. I must of sweat ed off 10 lbs in the heat dressed in my cowgirl gear.I crawled into bed at around 4 am praying for my 4pm massage. An ex had given me a gift certificate this past Christmas. Certain Someone ,not at all bothered by it, wanted to tag along as well. He loves for me to give him massages. So I booked the couples room at a well known salon. We both enjoyed our 50 minute Swedish massages. Oh the relief! I felt like ten years had been lifted off me. Certain Someone really got into it. He suggested we do this ritual once a month( like I can afford it, but he can!). We then indulged in the rain forest and needlepoint showers. Another dimension of heaven . Afterwards I caught my man sipping water with lemon in the Asian themed padded quiet room.Who would have thought this man who strikes fear in his interns would be such a pussy cat? Certain Someone was lapping it all up , and he deserved it because he too works so very hard. And all that golf swinging is hell on his back. Afterwards he suggested a little shopping trip followed by ice cream sundaes at Ghiradelli&#39;s. YUMMY. Then reality set in and the supermarket beckoned( needed to load up for the following week). All in all a great weekend. Its nice to see so many sides of life, living , and people.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/636371486200849067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-nice-to-have-your-man-in-touch-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/636371486200849067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/636371486200849067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-nice-to-have-your-man-in-touch-with.html' title='Its Nice To Have Your Man In Touch With His Feminine Side'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/327520741_a73c114106_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-5623502519405834749</id><published>2007-06-13T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:13:03.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Have Three Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mistermicronesia/268423232/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/268423232_0e93975b12_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mistermicronesia/268423232/&quot;&gt;you&#39;re a bum!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/mistermicronesia/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;mistermicronesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a TV show once a while back called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. One of the skits was about a Jamaican Family. In a thick accent they asked everyone they met &lt;em&gt;&#39;How many jobs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;you got man...&lt;/em&gt;&#39;If you &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; have a few you were called &lt;em&gt;&#39; A&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;lazy bum&#39;&lt;/em&gt;. It was hysterical. Who would of thought with all my planning and fantasising that I would now have about 3 jobs? Mommy used to always say God laughs at peoples plans. Well anyway I have a OK job that a lot of people would be satisfied with. After 8 years with no room to to advance, a company in flux, limited pay increases, no bonus programs, and  a general &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; of wit and creativity,its time to consider new options.My part time jobs have always been in my second passion of food and wine. I seem to have no trouble landing these odd jobs. However finding the big new career move is proving difficult. So now I happily demonstrate wine on weekends and have just landed a &#39;on call &#39; gig&#39; with a very upscale caterer. I&#39;m really excited about that because they cater to some very high society and influential movers and shakers.Certain Someone even remarked about how happy I am when I come home from these little jobs as opposed to the big one. Maybe you have to take baby steps before you find your calling and place. I&#39;m tired as I don&#39;t know what , but happy I&#39;m finding my way , and paying those pesky bills. In this economy a lot of people are juggling two jobs. if they are able. Things seem to be looking up big job wise as well. I got a call for a interview. Don&#39;t know what the outcome will be , but a good sign nevertheless.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/5623502519405834749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/5623502519405834749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/5623502519405834749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-jobs.html' title='I Now Have Three Jobs'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/268423232_0e93975b12_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-6470205511979184361</id><published>2007-06-05T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:44:36.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Glitters Is Not Golden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/74985092@N00/411755420/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/411755420_55e24cdabe_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/74985092@N00/411755420/&quot;&gt;More Glitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/74985092@N00/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;babybowrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yesterday I spent cooped up in the office on my first day back. Not much going on there. Either I&#39;m very &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;efficient&lt;/span&gt; and I prepped things to go well while I&#39;m away, the job is that boring, or a little of both. Anyway not much drama and the usual unappreciative higher ups. Today however I ventured back into the&quot; field&quot;. Once again I was reminded how unattractive a lot of my customers are ( God forgive me I&#39;m just being honest) and how obtuse. As I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; one ,that feeling of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;dread&lt;/span&gt; welled up in me that I have to try to explain to this person basic skincare and makeup(I really cant do this for another decade and I admire anyone that did without going crazy). And they still have a mental block! After about a few of those encounters I took a walk around the store. I saw a lady dressed in ethnic garb with gold glitter around the mouth. This is not the first time I&#39;ve seen this and I&#39;ve commented here before on it. Who is telling these woman to do it? It&#39;s not cute. Its not like a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;subtle&lt;/span&gt; creamy glitter highlight on the eyes or collarbone for a night out( which is a little passe). It&#39;s smeared above the lip or around the mouth and all I can think about is &#39; You&#39;ll get a rash&quot;. And for some strange reason they all seem to gravitate to me. I&#39;m a natural born sales person but I think its time for a change soon.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/6470205511979184361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-reality-and-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6470205511979184361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/6470205511979184361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-to-reality-and-weirdness.html' title='All That Glitters Is Not Golden'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/411755420_55e24cdabe_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-231613333711111656</id><published>2007-06-02T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:14:04.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggings are so wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suanie/454921821/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/454921821_89279b2dca_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/suanie/454921821/&quot;&gt;Leggings are so wrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/suanie/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;suanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A final note about our European trip. For the past year Ive seen leggings in small quantities in Chicago. They &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;haven&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; really caught on here, or I just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;haven&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; noticed. Well Certain Someone and I noticed a explosion of leggings in Europe, particularly Stockholm. It was a epidemic so bad that he really started getting annoyed . &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Everywhere&lt;/span&gt; we looked girls had them on under dresses, shirts, or shorts. All shapes colors and sizes. In the stores there were vast displays. I actually had a black pair packed ( for sleeping), but after Certain Someones expressed disgust ,kept them packed. In &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Gothenburg&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; see so much. And neither in Essen. But do you believe we saw at least three pairs at the wedding! Is nothing sacred? I realize the hosiery industry has little to work with and has to do some drastic innovation every few years,but really! Stop the insanity. Hopefully these legions of woman will catch their &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; of see a photo of themselves in this ridiculous &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;trashy&lt;/span&gt; trend. There enough said.&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/feeds/231613333711111656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/leggings-are-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/231613333711111656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27836050/posts/default/231613333711111656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamah16.blogspot.com/2007/06/leggings-are-so-wrong.html' title='Leggings are so wrong'/><author><name>glamah16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16724763173861801914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKz9Ys_Y66CBo7SistTlMOhUnHc1ICBoSgLwKaJNaq3ppioMQUcXy-cF9dPh-N2HF4oNZF7MHjBfAly3_AmNdIiXyjXdTTkzYGqhadbyTH2lNZ4IoS2yTnGiqQxNCTthw/s220/courtney_31.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/454921821_89279b2dca_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27836050.post-5056018094432058164</id><published>2007-06-02T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:03:26.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlafen und Essen in Essen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;photo sharing&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lecasio/289613983/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/108/289613983_171ee50cea_m.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lecasio/289613983/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Zeche&lt;/span&gt; Zollverein, Essen, Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/lecasio/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;lecasio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Literally translates to sleeping and eating in Essen. A corny play on words. We are back. The last week our our adventure was just that eating huge amounts of food that Mama made for Certain Someone. The food was fantastic and I couldn&#39;t have turned it down even if I wanted. Mama is lucky Certain Someone didn&#39;t bring home a skinny vegetarian , no sugar, no gluten type. We would have been in trouble. Never have I eaten such large amounts of meat( sausages, beef, pork roasts, etc.) One day she made a fantastic shrimp scampi and the cousins recoiled in horror at the mention of fish. More for us. And with all that eating , we just wanted to sleep. But that was hard as there was always something to do either with his parents or to meet more friends.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see so many of Certain Someones childhood friends and understand what makes him the person he is today. Essen is the fifth largest city in Germany located in the Ruhr Valley, the center of industry. The people are hard working and without pretensions.There were boring industrial parts and beautiful parts. Surprisingly Essen has a great Opera and Symphony.My favorites were Vila &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Hugel&lt;/span&gt; and walking alongside the lake &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Balenysee&lt;/span&gt;. With Certain Someone its all about family in Essen. Most of his friends are married with children. I learned some new German from the kids. Like when we visited his friends in a fabulous hillside mansion outside of Essen. We sat on the patio and the little tot E kept repeating &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;stinka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&quot;. That means what is stinking. Adorable. I think she just smelled her brothers diaper.&lt;br /&gt;Certain Someones parents are a great example of what a marriage is about . Over forty years and you can see the love. Its a hard and strong example to live up to in this day and age. They are proud of their son and encourage him in all his endeavors. I wish I could have communicated with them better besides rubbing my tummy and saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Zehr&lt;/span&gt; Gut, Bitte, and Danke&lt;/em&gt;! But we all seemed to understand and communicate. Certain Someone and I couldn&#39;t wait to get home though. After two weeks, there&#39;s no place like home. This trip was good on so many levels. But namely I feel Certain Someone can make a life in Europe in a few years.And most importantly, we can survive side by side travelling 24/7 for two weeks. 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