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/><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CQn05fyp7ImA9WhdRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-4939957469761766731</id><published>2011-08-06T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:29:23.327-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T15:29:23.327-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>Channeling Cherie Currie</title><content type="html">Taylor Momsen, aka Jenny or "Little J" on &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt;, thinks she's all grown up.&amp;nbsp; She went from being a typical pretty blond girl to channeling Cherie Currie from the Runaways.&amp;nbsp; Taylor is now the lead singer for a band called The Pretty Reckless which I didn't take seriously until I saw that they played at the Montreux jazz festival this year, not that her band has anything to do with jazz though.&amp;nbsp; I've always liked girls who can rock and Taylor definitely can!&amp;nbsp; I think she's an idiot away from the stage with her attitude and thinking she's so grown up, but I checked out her music on You Tube and actually like some of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note that they are both 16 or&amp;nbsp;17 in these pictures.&amp;nbsp; The Runaways crashed and burned after being together only 3 years.&amp;nbsp; Let's hope Taylor doesn't have the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think we are alone in this thinking either.&amp;nbsp; Right now two of my acquaintances are driving across the country with all their belongings and dogs in a truck to go back home.&amp;nbsp; One couple is going from California back to Tennessee and another couple is going from Minnesota to California.&amp;nbsp; Both just want to be home.&amp;nbsp; This just goes to show that no state is better than another, it's home that matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's official...I'm a small business owner!&amp;nbsp; There's not much to it yet, but Palm Paradise Travel is all mine and it will be whatever I make it.&amp;nbsp; I'm in the process of getting everything set up and then I'll be open for business.&amp;nbsp; This isn't like all my other ideas where I just talk about them.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing my best to not overwhelm myself to the point where I do nothing.&amp;nbsp; I'm taking it one step at a time.&amp;nbsp; I have the LLC set up and a tax ID number and a few other things are in the works like the logo and web site.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It might take another month or so to get it all up and running, but very soon, I will be a&amp;nbsp;travel&amp;nbsp;consultant for my very own company.&amp;nbsp; I will be focusing on the Caribbean, Mexico, Hawaii and cruises, but will be able to book other places as well.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I'm not quitting a my day job.&amp;nbsp; This will be an at home business on nights and weekends.&amp;nbsp; More details to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So...anyone want to book a vacation???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-3867438020073079757?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3867438020073079757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=3867438020073079757" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/3867438020073079757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/3867438020073079757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-business.html" title="My New Business!!!" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFQXs9eip7ImA9WhdTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-1045079210729670084</id><published>2011-07-10T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T06:00:10.562-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-10T06:00:10.562-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>Travel Bucket List</title><content type="html">Continuing on my posts about bucket lists...since my passion in life is travel, here are places I want to go.&amp;nbsp; I work my #$%^ off these days at work so most involve a lot of relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizard Island, Australia&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Over water bungalow in Bora Bora&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Champagne region of France&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cook Islands&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jalousie Plantation, St. Lucia&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Peter Island, BVI&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Palm Island, St. Vincent &amp;amp; The Grendadines&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Grace Bay, Turks&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Caicos&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spend an extended period of time in Paris&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take a helicopter tour over the Grand Canyon and then go river rafting on the Colorado river&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;Should&amp;nbsp;I ever become fabulously wealthy and want more adventure, here are some more places.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pyramids of&amp;nbsp; Giza&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Safari in Africa&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Machu Picchu&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hike the Appalachian Trail&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drive across the country&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;Here are some the more interesting things I've already done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mardi Gras in New Orleans&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Snorkel the Great Barrier Reef&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Saw an opera at the Sydney Opera House&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Climbed the harbor bridge in Sydney&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hiked the Na'Pali coast in Kauai&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Climbed Uluru (walking around it was better!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watched the sunrise and sunset over Uluru&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Went to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Went&amp;nbsp;to the top of the Empire State building&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Had a drink at the top of the World Trade Center in New York&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Took a bus tour&amp;nbsp;thru Europe&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mountain biked thru the Alps&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;White water rafted thru the Alps&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Swam under a waterfall in Hawaii&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Visited the beach bars of the BVI, including the Soggy Dollar Bar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Had a picnic in the French country side&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Christmas in New York&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;What's on your list?&amp;nbsp; What have been some of your favorite place you have visited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-1045079210729670084?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1045079210729670084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=1045079210729670084" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1045079210729670084?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1045079210729670084?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/travel-bucket-list.html" title="Travel Bucket List" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EESXsyfCp7ImA9WhdTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-1176547165311121361</id><published>2011-07-09T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T06:00:08.594-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T06:00:08.594-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrities" /><title>Love, True Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXFKgFkYEAs/ThexIBx-WAI/AAAAAAAABQI/MOvHjJ_a09Q/s1600/prince-william-3-660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXFKgFkYEAs/ThexIBx-WAI/AAAAAAAABQI/MOvHjJ_a09Q/s640/prince-william-3-660.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-1176547165311121361?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1176547165311121361/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=1176547165311121361" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1176547165311121361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1176547165311121361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-true-love.html" title="Love, True Love" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXFKgFkYEAs/ThexIBx-WAI/AAAAAAAABQI/MOvHjJ_a09Q/s72-c/prince-william-3-660.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABRno7fSp7ImA9WhdTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-1201999650516137919</id><published>2011-07-08T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:42:37.405-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-08T21:42:37.405-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>Passion</title><content type="html">My last post got some interesting feedback.&amp;nbsp; One person actually reminded me of something that absolutely belongs on my bucket list...owning my own business.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This has always interested me, even when I&amp;nbsp;was a kid.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I not only wanted to be a chef...I wanted to be a chef &lt;em&gt;in my own restaurant.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; In college I took a class on entrepreneurship and interned at a non-profit that helped women start their own businesses.&amp;nbsp; In grad school I took another class on entrepreneurship and interned at an incubator that helped international companies get a presence in the US.&amp;nbsp; I have the passion, but am too risk averse.&amp;nbsp; I scrapped the idea of the dog bakery because I just didn't stick with it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have a passion for it and I had to admit that to myself.&amp;nbsp; Also, many of the online dog bakeries I was tracking went out of business.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have something else in the works right now that I do have a passion for, but there is very little money in it.&amp;nbsp; Since my day job pays the bills, I'm going to give it a go in a side business that I do have a passion for, even though it won't pay the bills, but could make me happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any guesses???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-1201999650516137919?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1201999650516137919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=1201999650516137919" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1201999650516137919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1201999650516137919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/passion.html" title="Passion" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBRnk6cCp7ImA9WhZUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-2007193420748703531</id><published>2011-06-10T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:47:37.718-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-10T14:47:37.718-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>No Bucket No List</title><content type="html">My husband and I were talking about bucket lists the other night and things he'd put on his if he knew the world was about to end. These aren't things he'd actually do (because most are illegal) unless he knew the entire world was about to get hit by a meteor or something equally catastrophic. It got me thinking and I couldn't think of one thing I would do. Does that mean I've led a full life or that I don't aspire to much?&amp;nbsp; Of course there are places I want to travel to, but I don't think those really count as I've been to the places in the world that I always wanted to see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today I read about a teenage girl dying from cancer who started a blog with her bucket list.&amp;nbsp; She is going to write about it as she ticks things off, although she's not well enough to complete them all now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still can't think of anything I would do and this bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What's on your bucket list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-2007193420748703531?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2007193420748703531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=2007193420748703531" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/2007193420748703531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/2007193420748703531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-bucket-no-list.html" title="No Bucket No List" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEESHc6fip7ImA9WhZUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-4436095994179184675</id><published>2011-06-05T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:10:09.916-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-05T21:10:09.916-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrities" /><title>Why We Love Pippa</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KT7mJ3EsFU/TewoSYcqHBI/AAAAAAAABQE/Yj-C68Kbw08/s1600/pippa-middleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KT7mJ3EsFU/TewoSYcqHBI/AAAAAAAABQE/Yj-C68Kbw08/s200/pippa-middleton.jpg" t8="true" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I admit it, I think Pippa looked great at her sister's wedding and I'm curious about her.&amp;nbsp; But what makes her so different than Paris Hilton?&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; The American public is drawn to pretty charismatic women and these two have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp;Grew up in a life of privilege&lt;br /&gt;
2. Never needed to work&lt;br /&gt;
3. Primarily supported by their parents, even as adults&lt;br /&gt;
4. Sense of fashion style&lt;br /&gt;
5. Close with her sister&lt;br /&gt;
6. Likes media attention&lt;br /&gt;
7. Unique name&lt;br /&gt;
8. Never held a real full time job&lt;br /&gt;
9. Life of the party&lt;br /&gt;
10. Famous for no good reason&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sure the royal family is keeping tabs on her to make sure she doesn't do anything to embarrass them.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully there won't be a mug shot in her future.&amp;nbsp; I wish her the best with her new found celebrity...I'll be watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-4436095994179184675?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4436095994179184675/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=4436095994179184675" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/4436095994179184675?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/4436095994179184675?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-we-love-pippa.html" title="Why We Love Pippa" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KT7mJ3EsFU/TewoSYcqHBI/AAAAAAAABQE/Yj-C68Kbw08/s72-c/pippa-middleton.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMRX0_eCp7ImA9WhZUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-1930434234566849166</id><published>2011-06-04T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:49:44.340-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-04T22:49:44.340-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>Things I Will NEVER Do</title><content type="html">What is &lt;em&gt;exhilarating&lt;/em&gt; to one person is &lt;em&gt;frightening&lt;/em&gt; to another.&amp;nbsp; I don't find being scared as something I enjoy doing.&amp;nbsp; I don't like scary movies or roller coasters.&amp;nbsp; I only do these things because someone else wants to.&amp;nbsp; I also&amp;nbsp;get motion sickness very easily so a roller coaster can ruin a day for me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here are a few things I will never do, no matter who asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrrmlAVbVcI/Tert5i6UOkI/AAAAAAAABQA/joYCB-3nynE/s1600/hot-balloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrrmlAVbVcI/Tert5i6UOkI/AAAAAAAABQA/joYCB-3nynE/s200/hot-balloon.jpg" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot air balloon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No way. Never.&amp;nbsp; The idea of floating around in something that a person cannot really control is so frightening to me that I will never do it and it would not be fun.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that there is fire involved.&amp;nbsp; I made it clear to my husband long ago to never surprise me with a hot air balloon ride (since some think it's romantic) because I will not go.&amp;nbsp; He likes to joke with me about doing this saying it's something he's always wanted to do (which is&amp;nbsp;a lie) and every time I see a news story about a balloon ride gone wrong, I make sure he knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Bungee jumping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Motion sickness and fear in one?&amp;nbsp; No thanks.&amp;nbsp; I really don't understand why anyone would do this.&amp;nbsp; Those bungees do break...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sky diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yea right.&amp;nbsp; How many movies have we all seen where the chute won't open?&amp;nbsp; Plus my brother did this and said some people in his group felt sick for days.&amp;nbsp; Apparently after it was over the operator told him that about 80% of people&amp;nbsp;get sick.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Ferris Wheels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, I have been on a few ferris wheels, but I never liked it.&amp;nbsp; I have visions of the basket tipping too much and falling out or the entire wheel coming off and rolling away.&amp;nbsp; There was just a report today of an 11 year of girl falling out to her death.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you done any of these?&amp;nbsp; What things WON'T you do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-1930434234566849166?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1930434234566849166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=1930434234566849166" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1930434234566849166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/1930434234566849166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-will-never-do.html" title="Things I Will NEVER Do" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrrmlAVbVcI/Tert5i6UOkI/AAAAAAAABQA/joYCB-3nynE/s72-c/hot-balloon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MSH0-fCp7ImA9WhZVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-5088962220618396388</id><published>2011-05-31T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:44:49.354-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-31T13:44:49.354-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diet" /><title>Diet # 463</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiWDggKC3iY/TeUf2kjoZUI/AAAAAAAABP8/FX464TEdxto/s1600/low-calorie-mouth-taped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiWDggKC3iY/TeUf2kjoZUI/AAAAAAAABP8/FX464TEdxto/s200/low-calorie-mouth-taped.jpg" t8="true" width="155px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm pretty good at losing weight.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty awful at keeping it off.&amp;nbsp; It's almost like a game to see how much I can get away with and not gain weight.&amp;nbsp; It's a game I always lose.&amp;nbsp; So here I am now up 15 pounds from this time last year.&amp;nbsp; I started a new diet today and also started another &lt;a href="http://www.aolbiggestloser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biggest Loser contest&lt;/a&gt; at my work to help stay motivated.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the bright side, I have learned to accept myself in a bathing suit...even a bikini.&amp;nbsp; No more old lady bathing suits for me!&amp;nbsp; No offense meant to anyone, of course.&amp;nbsp; A year ago I went out in &lt;a href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/p-in-bikini.html"&gt;public in a bikini&lt;/a&gt; for the first time as an adult.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the strings on the side make it "adjustable".&amp;nbsp; Even though I am up 15 pounds from this time last year, I still wore my bikini on the beach a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, here we go again...I want to fit into my clothes again.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-5088962220618396388?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5088962220618396388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=5088962220618396388" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/5088962220618396388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/5088962220618396388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/diet-463.html" title="Diet # 463" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiWDggKC3iY/TeUf2kjoZUI/AAAAAAAABP8/FX464TEdxto/s72-c/low-calorie-mouth-taped.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FRH09eyp7ImA9WhZUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-2759510179629370586</id><published>2011-05-27T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:51:55.363-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-10T14:51:55.363-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kitties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Stuff" /><title>Kitten Hugs</title><content type="html">This is just too cute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vw4KVoEVcr0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vw4KVoEVcr0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-2759510179629370586?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2759510179629370586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=2759510179629370586" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/2759510179629370586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/2759510179629370586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/kitten-hugs.html" title="Kitten Hugs" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CSXozfCp7ImA9WhZVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-788713311616488371</id><published>2011-05-24T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:31:08.484-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T14:31:08.484-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrities" /><title>Kate &amp; Michelle: Real or Wax Figures?</title><content type="html">When I saw this picture online, I thought it was from a wax museum!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how tiny Kate is!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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And why do the Royal women always carry a purse?&amp;nbsp; You'd think Kate and the Queen could have someone hold it for them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When I woke up that morning, the first thing I did&amp;nbsp;was look at my phone to see a picture of her dress (my phone is my alarm clock so it is by the bed).&amp;nbsp;I taped the wedding on two channels in case one had better coverage than the other.&amp;nbsp; I watched in on BBC America which seemed more appropriate than having Matt Lauer tell me about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thought her dress was a little demure, but I know there are rules about what a bride can wear in Westminster Abbey (no bare arms!).&amp;nbsp; I loved Pippa's dresses, both day and night version.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked to see her in white but it all looked very elegant.&amp;nbsp; I also &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; Kate's evening dress.&amp;nbsp; I obviously do not know&amp;nbsp;her, but the idea of a "middle class" woman marrying a prince made me so happy for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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What did you think about the royal wedding???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-4103453643309996629?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4103453643309996629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=4103453643309996629" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/4103453643309996629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/4103453643309996629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-good-time.html" title="A Royal Good Time" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRdkxtISo-k/TcIblalTEeI/AAAAAAAABPw/n5Nsccg4Z94/s72-c/kate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CSX48cCp7ImA9WhZXFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-945157448532126791</id><published>2011-05-04T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:26:08.078-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-04T23:26:08.078-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Mother's Day Downer</title><content type="html">Ads for flowers, jewelry and brunch are all around us right now.&amp;nbsp; After all, Mother's Day is right around the corner.&amp;nbsp; For me, it's&amp;nbsp;just a reminder that I'm not a mother and I don't have a mother.&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;the saddest time of the year for me.&amp;nbsp; I've learned to deal with not having my mom at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Her birthday and anniversary of her death, which used to make me sad, now pass each year without a thought or a tear.&amp;nbsp; But Mother's Day is impossible to ignore because it is everywhere right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To anyone reading who still has their mom, cherish her.&amp;nbsp; Nobody is&amp;nbsp;perfect and believe me, you'll miss her when she's gone.&amp;nbsp; I have a few friends who have issues with their moms.&amp;nbsp; I just don't understand how they can get so upset to not want their mom to be a part of their lives.&amp;nbsp; I'd put up with a lot of typical mom annoyances to have my mom back for even a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-945157448532126791?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/945157448532126791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=945157448532126791" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/945157448532126791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/945157448532126791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-downer.html" title="Mother's Day Downer" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMR388eCp7ImA9WhZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-1161756074846927637</id><published>2011-04-18T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:06:26.170-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-18T22:06:26.170-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>Kate's Royal Fruit Cake</title><content type="html">Kate and William's wedding cake is going to be a fruit cake.&amp;nbsp; Instead of finding this odd, I find it redeeming. I too had a fruit cake for my wedding cake.&amp;nbsp; Apparently it is a British tradition.&amp;nbsp; True, I am not British, but I did get married in Australia so maybe it is a tradition there too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hejo_f05qAo/TazrhdAXb9I/AAAAAAAABPs/bIbS6ksEaKo/s1600/Scan10020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hejo_f05qAo/TazrhdAXb9I/AAAAAAAABPs/bIbS6ksEaKo/s320/Scan10020.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought my &lt;a href="http://www.australianwedding.com/newsview/christopher-stern-and-patrice-la-croix-55"&gt;wedding &lt;/a&gt;was &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;...except for the cake.&amp;nbsp; Every year as our anniversary comes up I think about going to a bakery and getting my dream wedding cake made.&amp;nbsp; I planned my wedding over the internet and when the wedding planner told me the standard cake that came with the package was fruit cake, for some reason in my mind I thought this meant a white cake with fruit filling...which would have been delicious.&amp;nbsp; Not only was it fruit cake, it was covered in royal icing which is impossible to cut through because it sets rock hard.&amp;nbsp; We eventually hacked our way through it, but the cutting of the cake was not the highlight of wedding.&amp;nbsp; I don't like fruit cake, but I did eat a piece since I was starving because I did not eat or drink anything before the wedding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you been de-friended by anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-6971330405474405414?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6971330405474405414/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=6971330405474405414" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/6971330405474405414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/6971330405474405414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-friended.html" title="De-Friended" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVAO-abMHJ0/TauEs5O52JI/AAAAAAAABPo/qNmf_6V7pyI/s72-c/defriend_button.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ERn85eCp7ImA9WhZRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-7548721243805602006</id><published>2011-04-14T07:00:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:00:07.120-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T07:00:07.120-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All About P" /><title>P's Purse</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POW-MZ0I3Gs/TaZis-74HgI/AAAAAAAABPk/Uqbksfn8-dw/s1600/purse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POW-MZ0I3Gs/TaZis-74HgI/AAAAAAAABPk/Uqbksfn8-dw/s320/purse.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do the contents of a woman's purse say about her?&amp;nbsp; Let's check out what's in mine and see...&lt;br /&gt;
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1. iPhone&lt;br /&gt;
2. iPhone charger&lt;br /&gt;
3. Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;
4. Blackberry charger&lt;br /&gt;
5. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;
6. Ibuprofen&lt;br /&gt;
7. Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;
8. Badge for work&lt;br /&gt;
9. Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;
10. Lots of random folded up pieces of paper&lt;br /&gt;
11. Ear planes&lt;br /&gt;
12. Nose spray&lt;br /&gt;
13. Migraine medicine&lt;br /&gt;
14. Gum&lt;br /&gt;
15. iPod&lt;br /&gt;
16. Altoids&lt;br /&gt;
17. Kleenex&lt;br /&gt;
18. Gas-X&lt;br /&gt;
19. Travel sickness medicine&lt;br /&gt;
20. DayQuil&lt;br /&gt;
21. Pen&lt;br /&gt;
22. Photocopy of my passport&lt;br /&gt;
23. Sudafed&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmm...I'm afraid to say that this portrays me as a gadget junkie and pharmacist.&amp;nbsp; Reality is that I&amp;nbsp;haven't cleaned out my purse since&amp;nbsp;my trip to Jamaica last month.&amp;nbsp; I'm even still using the straw bag that doubled as my beach bag.&amp;nbsp; What does that say about me???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anything interesting in your purse or pockets???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-7548721243805602006?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7548721243805602006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=7548721243805602006" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/7548721243805602006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/7548721243805602006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/ps-purse.html" title="P's Purse" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POW-MZ0I3Gs/TaZis-74HgI/AAAAAAAABPk/Uqbksfn8-dw/s72-c/purse.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQXw_eCp7ImA9WhZRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-8809008804527402656</id><published>2011-04-14T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T06:00:00.240-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T06:00:00.240-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>Mail Order Chicks</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tjMACw5hQ5o/TaZRmMYksVI/AAAAAAAABPg/c-zEG0rNgwc/s1600/chick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tjMACw5hQ5o/TaZRmMYksVI/AAAAAAAABPg/c-zEG0rNgwc/s200/chick.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who knew there was such a thing as mail order&amp;nbsp;chickens???&amp;nbsp; I get it that people buy chickens, but I had no idea that they could be shipped in the &lt;em&gt;mail&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; One site I looked at said if the box is not full enough they will include extra male chicks to keep the others warm.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine how awful it would be to be put in a box and shipped in the mail.&amp;nbsp; I've been obsessed with this for two days now.&amp;nbsp; My husband tells me I need to be able to separate the idea of livestock and pets.&amp;nbsp; If this bothers me, he suggests I become a vegetarian.&amp;nbsp; I have thought about it, maybe it's time to stop talking and give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-8809008804527402656?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8809008804527402656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=8809008804527402656" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/8809008804527402656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/8809008804527402656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/mail-order-chicks.html" title="Mail Order Chicks" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tjMACw5hQ5o/TaZRmMYksVI/AAAAAAAABPg/c-zEG0rNgwc/s72-c/chick.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQHo9eCp7ImA9WhZRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-8510507649141305891</id><published>2011-04-13T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:00:11.460-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T06:00:11.460-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>Teenage Dream Covers</title><content type="html">If imitation is the best form of flattery then Katy Perry should be very flattered.&amp;nbsp; I've already written about how much I love her &lt;a href="http://www.onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/search?q=teenage+dream"&gt;Teenage Dream song and video&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Here are a couple videos with completely different interpretations, but equally entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;
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Glee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E46BhMIRujI" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kid who does the funny videos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lm_n3hg-Gbg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the original...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/98WtmW-lfeE" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Which is your favorite???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-8510507649141305891?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8510507649141305891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=8510507649141305891" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/8510507649141305891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/8510507649141305891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/teenage-dream-covers.html" title="Teenage Dream Covers" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/E46BhMIRujI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGR3s6fCp7ImA9WhZRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-6630630418707770419</id><published>2011-04-12T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:27:06.514-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T22:27:06.514-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>Glee for Me</title><content type="html">I think it's time for me to try watching Glee.&amp;nbsp; I admit I may have thought some negative things about the show based on the premise, but I've recently been watching some of the performances on You Tube and like those so I'm going to give the show a shot.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully all the parts in between the singing is as entertaining as the songs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Need You Now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GSh9I1qxA4o" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forget You (by Gwyneth Paltrow)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e1_B9FCZJMA" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What's your favorite Glee performance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-6630630418707770419?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6630630418707770419/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=6630630418707770419" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/6630630418707770419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/6630630418707770419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/glee-for-me.html" title="Glee for Me" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/GSh9I1qxA4o/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFRH89cSp7ImA9WhZRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-725523366385062444</id><published>2011-04-11T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:00:15.169-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T06:00:15.169-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>Who are They Protecting?</title><content type="html">Something about a cover over a magazine in the grocery store makes me want to look to see what someone thought was &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; offending.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHpl-6fq6KA/TaJMb0n9H9I/AAAAAAAABPY/XnBctFdJYXg/s1600/lea_both.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHpl-6fq6KA/TaJMb0n9H9I/AAAAAAAABPY/XnBctFdJYXg/s320/lea_both.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I looked behind the black cover, I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqvDW0MaqpQ/TaJMwVAtviI/AAAAAAAABPc/eGlVuyW7LPo/s1600/lea_alone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqvDW0MaqpQ/TaJMwVAtviI/AAAAAAAABPc/eGlVuyW7LPo/s320/lea_alone.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why does this need to be covered?&amp;nbsp; Epecially when you look back at the first picture and the magazine below it that is not covered.&amp;nbsp; It's also has a woman with a very low cut shirt.&amp;nbsp; I just don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-725523366385062444?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/725523366385062444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=725523366385062444" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/725523366385062444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/725523366385062444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-are-they-protecting.html" title="Who are They Protecting?" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHpl-6fq6KA/TaJMb0n9H9I/AAAAAAAABPY/XnBctFdJYXg/s72-c/lea_both.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQH86cSp7ImA9WhZRFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353538343839930713.post-3220976920640689218</id><published>2011-04-10T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:58:01.119-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-10T14:58:01.119-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><title>The Vitamin D Dilemma</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG1eouMvIzs/TaH8-r2_qhI/AAAAAAAABPU/T31_0uqMDVc/s1600/vitaminD-sunshine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG1eouMvIzs/TaH8-r2_qhI/AAAAAAAABPU/T31_0uqMDVc/s200/vitaminD-sunshine.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't remember that last time I had a sun burn since I am vigilant about wearing sunscreen or staying in the shade.&amp;nbsp; As a kid I got sun burned at the beginning of each summer then would just be tan.&amp;nbsp; I don't really remember wearing sunscreen back then, but we also didn't wear seat belts.&amp;nbsp; Now&amp;nbsp;that I have to work at a real job, I spend most of my time under fluorescent lighting and my skin burns quite easily in the sun.&amp;nbsp; I have a regimen where I can spend days baking myself, like I recently did in Jamaica, and not get burned.&amp;nbsp; The outcome of all this diligence?&amp;nbsp; I recently learned I have a severe vitamin D deficiency.&amp;nbsp; The best source of vitamin D is sun light.&amp;nbsp; If I take too many vitamin D supplements, it could be toxic.&amp;nbsp; What's a girl to do???&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353538343839930713-3220976920640689218?l=onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3220976920640689218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353538343839930713&amp;postID=3220976920640689218" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/3220976920640689218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353538343839930713/posts/default/3220976920640689218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://onesizedoesnotfitallblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/vitamin-d-dilemma.html" title="The Vitamin D Dilemma" /><author><name>Patrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13758858570577065144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG1eouMvIzs/TaH8-r2_qhI/AAAAAAAABPU/T31_0uqMDVc/s72-c/vitaminD-sunshine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

