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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENRXY4fSp7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319787848729731552</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:21:34.835-05:00</updated><category term="Summer" /><category term="Parties" /><category term="Drinks" /><category term="Relationships" /><category term="Magazines" /><category term="Really Stupid Stuff" /><category term="Fabulousness" /><category term="boys" /><category term="Not Cooking" /><category term="Ex Boyfriends who suck" /><category term="Crazyness" /><category term="Dancing" /><category term="Holiday Cheer" /><category term="Jewelry" /><category term="Serious Stuff" /><category term="Trends" /><category term="Future Husbands" /><category term="Reality Shows" /><category term="Good Causes" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Questions" /><category term="Shopping" /><category term="Family and Friends" /><category term="Randomness" /><category term="Idols" /><category term="Work" /><category term="Celebration" /><category term="Home Goods" /><category term="Arizona" /><category term="dating" /><category term="Spring" /><category term="Makeup" /><category term="phone calls" /><category term="Holidays" /><category term="Craziness" /><category term="Shoes" /><category term="Cooking" /><category term="Google Ads" /><category term="confidence" /><category term="Weddings" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Winter" /><category term="Bosses" /><category term="Flying" /><category term="Art" /><category term="Fun" /><category term="Models" /><category term="Fate" /><category term="Love" /><category term="Working Out" /><category term="Magicians" /><category term="Fashion" /><category term="Dining" /><category term="men" /><category term="Movies" /><category term="nyc" /><category term="Bars" /><category term="hair style" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="A$$holes" /><category term="Books" /><title>I Can't Cook but My Shoes are Fabulous!</title><subtitle type="html">Fashion - Dating - NYC - Love - Dancing - Men - Women - Relationships - Sparkle -  Restaurants - Shoes - Accessories - Questions - Answers - Fun - Elegance - Parties - More Fabulousness</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/319787848729731552/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lulu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10117557403306460123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKGTBXxaez4/Se0i0Q56d-I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/t7cmsvb7pbE/S220/Flower5.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ICantCookButMyShoesAreFabulous" /><feedburner:info uri="icantcookbutmyshoesarefabulous" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRXw7eyp7ImA9Wx9WFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319787848729731552.post-3605881062845478286</id><published>2011-01-18T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:07:44.203-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-18T21:07:44.203-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>See You Later!</title><content type="html">I am writing my last blog.  Yes, my last.  I am writing this last blog while watching reruns of Sex and the City on E! (who ever said that this isn't a perfect world?).  While I am sad to not be writing my blog anymore, I hope to say that this isn't a total goodbye.  Goodbyes are way too final.  This is a See You Later!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave you with a few last words of wisdom...well, funny little lines.  I can't say they are all wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Shoes will never talk back to you or make you upset.  Make room for more in your closet.  There is always room for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Mohitos are always healthy, they have a plant in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Everyone said that Anna Nicole Smith was dumb, she wasn't dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Long Island Iced Teas, you only need one but two are more fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Never use your kitchen or gas range to heat your home - That tip is from Con Edison of New York.  Thanks for stating the obvious Con Ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Kim Kardashian has given some great advice - "Girls are easy to please.  Just give them attention!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Dating is a must, especially if you live on a budget and starving is in your near future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Shopping might be a habit, but hey, it's not drugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Take a chance.  One of my favorite quotes - "What would you do if you could not fail?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...since this isn't a goodbye, I will use one of the greatest See You Later quotes known to me in my history...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Later that day I got to thinking about relationships.  There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back.  But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself.  And if you find someone to love the you &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; love, well, that's just fabulous."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; -- Carrie Bradshaw, Finale of Sex and the City (the Show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319787848729731552-3605881062845478286?l=icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It spanned the entire day and was truly amazing, however, there were definitely nerves involved on my end.  Before the date officially starts and throughout it, there are a few things that run through a girls head...this is what was running through mine.  Crazy, I know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) What to wear - Many girls worry about this.  I had the distinct challenge of making my outfit work from afternoon to night while still being comfortable and trying to remain warm.  Thankfully, the weather cooperated and I wasn't completely freezing which allowed me to wear something a little cuter.  A silky top and black pants did the trick perfectly.  My mother suggested that I wear my new fur coat.  It was too warm out for it but wearing a fur on a first date might be a bit much.  It might scream High Maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) What shoes to wear - Once you have figured out your outfit, or even before the outfit, the shoes need to be decided upon.  I needed something that would be comfortable but also a little sexy.  I love high heels but they aren't really practical for walking around the city all day.  I wore my suede heeled boots that also conveniently have Dr. Scholl's inserts in them to make sure they are extra squishy for the long city blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) How to wait patiently - After you have cleaned your apartment from top to bottom, done all of your laundry, and finished your makeup all there is to do is wait.  He rings the buzzer and you frantically decide that you need to look busy, not so buttoned up.  You don't think until after that he probably doesn't notice at all, but you rush around to find something "to do" quickly.  In a pinch, I opened up my computer to pretend to check my emails.  The first email that I clicked on was a forward about God and religion.  Ohh shit... I heard footsteps at the door.  I couldn't throw a religious email up because you can't say "Hello, I was just checking my email and ohh yeah, what are your religious views and beliefs by the way?"  I decided just to click on an email from a girlfriend about holiday planning.  Again, he didn't notice nor did he care and my nerves went right out of the window once he stepped in the door...until....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  What to eat for lunch - If you are nervous, your stomach can get a little funny, at least mine does.  I hadn't eaten breakfast and then we go to lunch and I wasn't really even hungry then.  What to order was quite difficult if it is bar food and you sometimes get sick from it.  It is difficult to order a salad from a bar unless you want to look like a crazy dieter.  So I stuck with the suggestion of sharing the meal since he mentioned that he wasn't super hungry either - maybe he was nervous too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) What to do when you run into mutual friends on the street that don't know the two of you are talking - Go with the flow.  Join them for a drink and catch up.  It will end up being fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  What to do when you realize you really actually like this guy - Don't fuck it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319787848729731552-6007486690308732981?l=icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There has truly been so many great things that deserve attention in the past few days and weeks that a party must be had.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Promotion Celebration - This week, I got promoted.  Finally.  This is something that has been in the works for such a long time that when it finally happened, it didn't even seem like a real accomplishment.  Thankfully, my friends saw it another way.  They celebrated with an impromptu bottle of champagne and a mini get together with friends.  It was something that made me immediately grateful for all of the wonderful people in my life.  These people make sure that you are appreciated even if you are feeling a little less than underwhelmed by your own hard work and determination finally paying off.  I should have been toasting them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Holiday Celebration - Since we are officially in the full swing of the holiday season, there had to be a party to celebrate the holidays with the people that I work with.  We went out last night and had ourselves a very merry blast.  Unfortunately, we didn't get to celebrate the year before, however, we made up for missing last years with quite a few drinks and a lot of crazy dancing.  Another mini celebration also happened during the holiday party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.5)  Food Celebration - Last week I was on a cleanse and I continued it through out this week, until last night that is.  We went to the Heartland Brewery on 34th and 5th...they are known for great fried food.  I was craving and loving every second of this greasy fatty food that I forgot that I hadn't really had major carbs for a solid week.  While having a beer, I started to feel so full and a little queasy due to all of the grease that the food celebration ended abruptly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Love Celebration - Tomorrow, I am celebrating my friend's new found man friend.  I will not say "boyfriend" until it is official, however, it could be any day now.  I am meeting him for the first time and I cannot wait.  She lights up when she gets a text message from him and I haven't seen her do this with anyone in a really long time.  I am celebrating love and friendship tomorrow (along with a few cocktails) because there should be so much more of it to go around for everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319787848729731552-7520030801302987697?l=icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A cleanse was in order.  Today I started &lt;a href="http://www.perriconemd.com/category/the+metabolic+diet.do"&gt;Dr. Perricone's Metabolic Diet&lt;/a&gt;.  Why did I choose this one?  I can still eat a little :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30am - Found out that my blender wasn't working as nicely as I had hoped.  This lead to chunky fruit in my not so smooth smoothie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00am - Smoothie not so bad.  Wish there was more of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30am - Already hungry... drinking water to fill my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00am - A coworker brought in apple pie.  I considered eating a piece since apples are technically fruit.  I decided that I wouldn't go down so fast and I declined the buttery sugary goodness of a pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:00am - Got super angry at the messenger service who made me go up and downstairs 3 times to give him a coat.  Why would they think I would go around the corner to hand it to him when he could enter the building and wait in the nice warm lobby.  I swear I didn't get angry because I was hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:30am - Cannot wait to have my 2nd smoothie... having tea while I wait for "Lunch".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:30pm - Drinking my not so smooth smoothie #2 for the day.  Tasting a little gross now.  The raw egg whites just got to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:00 - Downing a glass of water.  Maybe it will take away the eggy taste.  Also note, that a full berry shake needs to be followed with toothpaste since it stains your teeth and leaves fruit bits all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:00-4:00 - Thankfully busy at work and running around that I forgot how hungry I was.  Also thankful that I didn't get angry with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 - Dinner time.  Trying to time the salmon and the salad and the broccoli to all be ready at the same time in a tiny kitchen was almost disastrous.  I dropped a tiny piece of broccoli on the floor and thought about throwing it back into the pot of water.  I am hungry, just not that hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 - Pure Heaven.  Full and Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 - Wishing this diet had snacks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:05 - Really wishing this diet had snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is a new day.  A new day with very very little food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319787848729731552-5523074188663385212?l=icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For example...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge #1 &lt;/b&gt;- The other week I chatted with Bongo boy about how I didn't want to be in a serious relationship with him.  I explained that I just wasn't ready for that next step yet and I was enjoying the friendship stage.  I was also enjoying the dinner and drinks too :)  Then, earlier this week he tried to have a heart to heart with me about how he didn't know why I was even hanging out with him.  He said that I was "emotionally not into him" and seemed "disinterested."  I said that this was exactly why I didn't want to be serious - the awful and painful conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I brought up the just being friends I really meant it as just that.  I didn't mean it as a challenge for him to try to get me to be in a relationship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge #2&lt;/b&gt; - My friend recently started dating a guy whom she really likes....likes a lot.  She is a bit different than myself since she doesn't actually like dating, however, that still doesn't make her immune to dating challenges.  One rule of the universe (God's sense of humor is interesting during times like this) is that all of the old boys that you were and were not interested in come out of the woodwork.  They come by way of running into them in the streets, bar hopping, and through email to challenge you when you are happily getting settled.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old guy friend of hers got in touch with her through email and asked her out.  Unfortunately for him, she said that she was seeing someone.  Also unfortunately for him, he is an asshole.  He continued to reply to the email and doubt her happiness and the guy she was seeing.  He wasn't such a huge challenge because he was a jerk, but there are always more of these guys from our past that pop up just as we really decide to get into a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge #3&lt;/b&gt; - There are so many guys in this city to choose from.  How do you pick just one?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge #4&lt;/b&gt; - There are so many restaurants in this city to choose from.  How do you pick which on you want to go to with which boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge #5&lt;/b&gt; - There are so many dating challenges in this city and the biggest challenge can be ourselves.  The last thing that I and my fellow daters should do is make things more difficult and confusing.  Just let things be and they will be if they were meant to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/319787848729731552-1110119002909066693?l=icantcookbutmyshoesarefab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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