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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 04:08:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Preppy, Straight Up</title><description>The bar's open.  What can I getcha?</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PreppyStraightUp" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="preppystraightup" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-3943659283874657576</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-25T22:42:12.344-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mea culpa</title><description>Ok, I would like to apologize for my prior hissy-fit.  DH has talked me down from my fatalistic "Goodbye, forever, Cruel World" speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect storm of bad days at the office and my XX birthday on the 26th left me, well, pretty damn despondent.  I have heard from several of you (thanks for calling) and have decided to leave P,SU up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, still taking a two week break from blogging, to reevaluate what I want to say to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had a moment where I felt guilty because I hadn't posted anything.  And I thought to myself "I should do that - it would be fun for the blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For. the. Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for me.  Not for DH.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my online diary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love you guys, that's pretty messed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is my life - not Elliott's.  I like sharing parts of it but I don't share everything.  When Elliott takes precedence over my IRL-life, I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will return in two weeks, another year older, hopefully a lot wiser.   Thanks for still listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-3943659283874657576?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/mea-culpa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><thr:total>50</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-1089775016974882413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T17:05:27.433-07:00</atom:updated><title>I don't need it.  I'm not going to buy it.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StZnCXPQTBI/AAAAAAAABhE/oZMZeQVPiiU/s1600-h/u-o-deux-lux-ruffle-bucket-bag-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392610894118145042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StZnCXPQTBI/AAAAAAAABhE/oZMZeQVPiiU/s320/u-o-deux-lux-ruffle-bucket-bag-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it sure is pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=15847809&amp;amp;parentid=W_ACC_BAGS&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=27&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=W_ACC_BAGS&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS_ACCESSORIES&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;Deux Lux Ruffle Bucket Bag &lt;/a&gt;@ Urban Outfitters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-1089775016974882413?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-need-it-im-not-going-to-buy-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StZnCXPQTBI/AAAAAAAABhE/oZMZeQVPiiU/s72-c/u-o-deux-lux-ruffle-bucket-bag-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-6621941190000891355</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T09:58:56.817-07:00</atom:updated><title>Giveaway winner</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StNf4FqKyXI/AAAAAAAABg8/ZVx4VJNSsQA/s1600-h/union+jack"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StNf4FqKyXI/AAAAAAAABg8/ZVx4VJNSsQA/s320/union+jack" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391758596088973682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drum roll, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of my first giveaway is &lt;a href="http://whaleflipflops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prep in the Big Apple&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who entered - I'm really enjoying your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elliott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-6621941190000891355?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway-winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StNf4FqKyXI/AAAAAAAABg8/ZVx4VJNSsQA/s72-c/union+jack" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-899292227832893750</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T14:02:29.737-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tweedle Dee or Tweedle Dum?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StD1baw18fI/AAAAAAAABg0/uGQ26iCTwNk/s1600-h/IMG_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StD1baw18fI/AAAAAAAABg0/uGQ26iCTwNk/s320/IMG_1742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391078605351940594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First up:  You have until tomorrow night to enter my Cath Kidson giveaway &lt;a href="http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway.html"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Second:  I'm still having massive allergy issues and my throat is itchy and scratchy.  I currently sound like a cross between a pirate and a sex phone operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Arrrgh?  Yeah be wantin' company tonight?  Call me Kiki...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough* ahem *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help with the dry cough I've been eating local honey.   In addition to coating the throat so that I don't have to suck on nasty halls cough drops all day, the pollen in the honey is supposed to help with seasonal allergies.  Sort of homeopathic immersion therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eat it a lot, straight off the spoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Third: A quick poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would you buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StDy69Y9_YI/AAAAAAAABgs/OyITdPBGTU0/s1600-h/ruffle+jacket"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 448px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StDy69Y9_YI/AAAAAAAABgs/OyITdPBGTU0/s400/ruffle+jacket" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391075848688106882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropologie &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=910208&amp;amp;catId=CLOTHES-SWEATERS&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-SWEATERS&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=40&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=001&amp;amp;colorName=BLACK&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true"&gt;Wrapped-in-Ruffles Jacket &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StDy6DOhCHI/AAAAAAAABgk/WCmi-68ktSI/s1600-h/velvet+eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StDy6DOhCHI/AAAAAAAABgk/WCmi-68ktSI/s400/velvet+eden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391075833075009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the JCrew &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Shop_By_Category/jacketsblazers/jacketsblazers/PRDOVR%7E17306/17306.jsp"&gt;Eden blazer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one's technically a boiled wool sweater and the other a blazer, but I have sorted my closet and realized that I'm sorely missing a plum item in my fall wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if price and weather (i.e. neither of these actually have to keep me warm) weren't an issue, which one do you like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-899292227832893750?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/tweedle-dee-or-tweedle-dum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/StD1baw18fI/AAAAAAAABg0/uGQ26iCTwNk/s72-c/IMG_1742.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-5603977341135042635</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T18:48:58.354-07:00</atom:updated><title>My evening...</title><description>Will be lots of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsvyJ7zSf0I/AAAAAAAABgc/-MnM8OHpVUY/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsvyJ7zSf0I/AAAAAAAABgc/-MnM8OHpVUY/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389667631564488514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 30Rock on DVD and surrounded by all my new friends: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsvyJWGDGzI/AAAAAAAABgU/vt_UeieoqOE/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsvyJWGDGzI/AAAAAAAABgU/vt_UeieoqOE/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389667621442624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry, I'm not mixing meds.  I'm treating myself with different formulations at the appropriate intervals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew San Diego allergies were this bad?  Ugh, I feel like my face is being stomped on by a pack of elephants with PMS.  (Can elephants get PMS?  I feel that my face elephants are very angry, in any case.)  On the advice of &lt;a href="http://cupcakeswithnic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nic&lt;/a&gt;, I'm actually tempted to buy a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/176-9033905-3874335?ASIN=B00168DOJ4&amp;amp;AFID=Froogle&amp;amp;LNM=B00168DOJ4%7CSinuCleanse_Neti_Pot_Nasal_Wash_Kit&amp;amp;ci_src=14110944&amp;amp;ci_sku=B00168DOJ4&amp;amp;ref=tgt_adv_XSG10001"&gt;neti pot&lt;/a&gt;.  Has anyone used one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-5603977341135042635?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-evening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsvyJ7zSf0I/AAAAAAAABgc/-MnM8OHpVUY/s72-c/IMG_1746.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-2380930421334266745</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T18:20:31.427-07:00</atom:updated><title>GIVEAWAY!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsqYW83ZdqI/AAAAAAAABgM/KnZ59zT9UT0/s1600-h/IMG_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsqYW83ZdqI/AAAAAAAABgM/KnZ59zT9UT0/s400/IMG_1742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389287424165246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To celebrate my wonderful trip to the UK, I'm giving away a little care package of English treats including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorkshire Tea, which in my humble opinion, is the tastiest of the English brews.  DH also went to the University of York, so it's also a little shout out to his alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of four cheery red breakfast napkins from &lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/"&gt;Cath Kidson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/"&gt;Cath Kidson&lt;/a&gt; oilcloth luggage tag.  Because I'm always the person who loses their luggage.  No really, I adore polka dots and think they should be used more often.  Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules and fine print:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; with your favorite English person/place/thing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; entry.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt; comment if you are a follower/become a follower for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; entry.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD&lt;/span&gt; comment if you blog about this on your bloggie blog for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest will close at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10pm PST&lt;/span&gt; (my bedtime) on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, October 11th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A random number generator will select one winner from the numbered comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip pip, cheerio, good luck and good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-2380930421334266745?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsqYW83ZdqI/AAAAAAAABgM/KnZ59zT9UT0/s72-c/IMG_1742.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-9159772584320024082</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T13:09:28.966-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SskAroNpoRI/AAAAAAAABgE/uDcFedTR6pg/s1600-h/dc+redblu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SskAroNpoRI/AAAAAAAABgE/uDcFedTR6pg/s320/dc+redblu.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388839178654556434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC finally has its &lt;a href="http://www.orkposters.com/dc.html"&gt;own poster&lt;/a&gt; from Ork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-9159772584320024082?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/dc-finally-has-its-own-poster-from-ork.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SskAroNpoRI/AAAAAAAABgE/uDcFedTR6pg/s72-c/dc+redblu.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-3170759283953490345</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T17:53:58.273-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vaca 5</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 15: Warrington/Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Barcelona we had one day left in Warrington with DH's family.  DH's dad volunteers regularly at the &lt;a href="http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-vh/w-visits/w-findaplace/w-quarrybankmillandstyalestate.htm"&gt;Quarry Bank Mill and Styal Estate&lt;/a&gt; in Cheshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mill is a pretty harsh reminder of the Industrial Revolution but the estate is beautiful and has a Secret Garden-ish, well, garden.  DH's dad has worked like crazy and he and the volunteers have cleared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acres&lt;/span&gt; of overgrown garden.  Highlights include a little statue of Pan and a tree with a large growth on it.  If you squint your eyes it looks like winnie the pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me and DH near the Mill, Pan, DH and his parents on the bridge crossing over the creek, and the winnie-the-pooh tree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Ssfcdmf6R6I/AAAAAAAABe8/hN1ucI9OfNo/s1600-h/Collages1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Ssfcdmf6R6I/AAAAAAAABe8/hN1ucI9OfNo/s400/Collages1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388517880280795042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really can't convey how absolutely beautiful our walk was through the garden.  It was a little drizzly and all of the formal flower gardens just screamed "Hello!  I'm English!"  I kept thinking that it would have been an AMAZING place to run around in when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Ssfg96-DjZI/AAAAAAAABfE/mqCTaqWLcA4/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20095-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Ssfg96-DjZI/AAAAAAAABfE/mqCTaqWLcA4/s400/Sep+6,+20095-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388522833578266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hydrangeas, examples of the soil/rock erosion, the estate next to the Mill, me famiglia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a wonderful day out and I'm so glad we got to see what B, DH's dad, loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Days 16-18&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Washington, Stafford, and San Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we flew from MAN to FRA to IAD in order to make E&amp;amp;C's rehearsal dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.chadwicksrestaurants.com/"&gt;Chadwick's&lt;/a&gt; in Old Town.  Unfortunately, due to four MASSIVE planes landing before us, our trip through baggage/customs/passport control took WAY longer than expected.  DH and I had literally 15 minutes to shower/makeup/change and head out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still took time for a couple of puppy-cam snaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfZ5gAfHpI/AAAAAAAABec/1Uwr3ZijHJM/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfZ5gAfHpI/AAAAAAAABec/1Uwr3ZijHJM/s400/Sep+6,+20096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388515061039832722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;General Westmoreland, my parents Westie, is my favorite ball of fluff.  He's a cuddle monster and I call him my Wes-Wes.   Since he's about 8000 years old, his eyesight is going rapidly but he still knows my scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqKOO0zXI/AAAAAAAABfc/PgwAO90p1ag/s1600-h/IMG_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqKOO0zXI/AAAAAAAABfc/PgwAO90p1ag/s400/IMG_1683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388532940511956338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After tons of yummy food at Chadwick's, DH and I crashed &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness, we were five hours ahead on time zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed to the wedding at &lt;a href="http://www.rockhillplantation.com/"&gt;Rock Hill &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockhillplantation.com/"&gt;Plantation&lt;/a&gt; in Stafford, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is the exact pose I had with my date in 9th grade when we went to Homecoming.  I love pics like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dress is not as flattering in photos as it is on.  It is a little too big which I think it a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SselcIg12OI/AAAAAAAABds/FTWVGPd7sJk/s1600-h/IMG_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SselcIg12OI/AAAAAAAABds/FTWVGPd7sJk/s400/IMG_1685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388457381912238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friend L, offered us a ride with K&amp;amp;J.  We headed down 95 extra early (to account for traffic) and had enough time to dive into Chili's for margaritas before the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqI7RRo0I/AAAAAAAABfM/usOa6L0YAUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqI7RRo0I/AAAAAAAABfM/usOa6L0YAUQ/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388532918242091842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Hill is a beautiful house in the middle of the country in Virginia. The owner is a hilarious ex-Irish priest who performed the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met C while we were living in Ireland so the priest's accent brought it all home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH, J, K and L in the last row.  Last row = 1st people to see the bride and groom down the aisle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;amp;C making their way down the aisle.  C was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; beautiful, I had to ask DH for his secret supply of tissues.  The dress was perfect and bustled beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfZ4bqwFmI/AAAAAAAABeM/f94a6ZMKNDU/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfZ4bqwFmI/AAAAAAAABeM/f94a6ZMKNDU/s400/Sep+6,+20098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388515042695059042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ceremony we had a cocktail hour in the manor house.  We had a few drinks and then decided we needed to head down from the house to the goat/miniature horse pen.  Best quotation of the wedding goes to K: "This isn't the first wedding I've been to where there were goats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqJnphgaI/AAAAAAAABfU/mQHpTywhPt4/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfqJnphgaI/AAAAAAAABfU/mQHpTywhPt4/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388532930154955170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to give E&amp;amp;C big thanks for not having table assignments.  We had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; table.  Friends from DC, friends from college, friends from med school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SseldjxYTQI/AAAAAAAABeE/NzkI92Yu9Wk/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SseldjxYTQI/AAAAAAAABeE/NzkI92Yu9Wk/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388457406409231618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us met at the bridal shower in Philadelphia so we were chatting away like old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean to brag but we definitely danced the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I after the fantastic buffet.&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone back for seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that dress was a little too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole wedding was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe this was during "Single Ladies" by Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvoGlx9jI/AAAAAAAABf0/NER0Of1UUbg/s1600-h/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvoGlx9jI/AAAAAAAABf0/NER0Of1UUbg/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538951414969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The bride and I were cuttin' a rug when we joined by some of the little guests.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvDVBjxAI/AAAAAAAABfk/GxMyMmdikqg/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvDVBjxAI/AAAAAAAABfk/GxMyMmdikqg/s400/Sep+6,+20099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538319634416642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DC ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvnfXDGDI/AAAAAAAABfs/Ex4l0Bx1fJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfvnfXDGDI/AAAAAAAABfs/Ex4l0Bx1fJ4/s400/IMG_1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388538940884195378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I met the bride while she was on her Junior year abroad and I was in grad school in Ireland. I returned to DC and she headed back to San Diego where she was good friends with J. C moved to DC (yay!) to work at NIH and J followed soon thereafter to go to grad school. I introduced them to L, who I sort of knew in college but really got to know when she moved to DC after graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfxJAkWvfI/AAAAAAAABf8/KY0tu96EwWs/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsfxJAkWvfI/AAAAAAAABf8/KY0tu96EwWs/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388540616245689842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To finish up, this is my favorite photo of the bride EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one happy lady with her marriage certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations E and C.  We wish you a long and happy marriage.  Come visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hopped a flight home to San Diego and that was our crazy vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll post about my English goodies I brought back for my first giveaway!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-3170759283953490345?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/vaca-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Ssfcdmf6R6I/AAAAAAAABe8/hN1ucI9OfNo/s72-c/Collages1-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-8721880511180188828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T19:06:08.644-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>So my college buddy Chris has headed back to law school.  The guy is brilliant but more importantly, he's hilarious.  Each week he posts a 2-min video on youtube.  I highly recommend.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwSusZspvgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwSusZspvgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-8721880511180188828?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-my-college-buddy-chris-has-headed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-6399758702220638425</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T20:11:03.169-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kreativo!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsAm58ecaCI/AAAAAAAABdM/bXILhze2g_A/s1600-h/kreativ_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsAm58ecaCI/AAAAAAAABdM/bXILhze2g_A/s400/kreativ_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386347931263330338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wow, what a hug from some special ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My bestest, Nic from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://cupcakeswithnic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cupcakes with Nic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, and Ms. Starlet from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://southernstarlet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Southern Starlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; both nominated me for a Kreativ Blogger award.  Thank you ladies, for making me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I write my blog mostly as an outlet for myself but I'm glad that some of you are also enjoying.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;" &gt;So here are the rules of the reward: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Thank the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Copy the logo and place it on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Link to the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Name 7 things about yourself that people may not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they've been nominated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;7 things that most people don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;nd don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  I have incredibly vivid, Ally McBeal-style daydreams.  All day long.  It's like an episode of Herman's Head up in there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fbn1XR5ESrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fbn1XR5ESrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  I eat frightening amounts of spinach.  I put it in EVERYTHING including smoothies, salads, pizza, pasta, and sandos.  I even sneak it into baked goods.  (Ask me about my brownie recipe sometime.  ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; putting away laundry.  I'd rather tackle the toilet than sort socks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  My favorite word in the entire world is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bibliotheque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.  Bib-lio-theque.  I just love how it rolls off the tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  I do not have a natural sense of rhythm.  Like, I was actually tested and my aptitude level is in the 4% column.  Yes, 96% of the population has more natural rhythm than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  I am 32 flavors and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.  When I was little, I liked to hide out in my closet where I had a flashlight, stuffed animals and my blankie.  This wasn't a problem until I fell asleep one day and the babysitter called the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My nominations are all blogs that I love to read and look forward to their posts every morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernstuf.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Southern Accent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicrunner.com/"&gt;Chic Runner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://preppypinklizard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Preppy Lizard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hefferblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heffer Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mags-lexington.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Petite Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningjustasfast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Running Just as Fast as I Can&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wilasway.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wila's Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks again to Nic and Starlet - hugs to you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-6399758702220638425?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/kreativo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SsAm58ecaCI/AAAAAAAABdM/bXILhze2g_A/s72-c/kreativ_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-7321809281205646780</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T20:23:08.939-07:00</atom:updated><title>Make dishwashing a little more interesting</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sr2I1VB-wmI/AAAAAAAABdA/cvlE49LHNhk/s1600-h/danielcraigteatowel_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sr2I1VB-wmI/AAAAAAAABdA/cvlE49LHNhk/s400/danielcraigteatowel_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385611179164877410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a tea towel by &lt;a href="http://www.emmabridgewater.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?pid=DANC914&amp;amp;cid=PATHEA&amp;amp;language=en-GB"&gt;Emma Bridgewater&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-7321809281205646780?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-dishwashing-little-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sr2I1VB-wmI/AAAAAAAABdA/cvlE49LHNhk/s72-c/danielcraigteatowel_0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-8477114520902390233</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T21:24:18.721-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vaca Part 4</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 11: Back to Warrington via Cheltenham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our excellent weekend with C1 &amp;amp; C2 we bid our adieu and headed to a cheese and cider festival at &lt;a href="http://www.royal-oak-prestbury.co.uk/"&gt;The Royal Oak&lt;/a&gt; in Cheltenham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider, that is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; cider or its pear cousin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perry&lt;/span&gt;, is a STRONG drink.  Because the line for cider was really really long, I split my pints with A, one of DH's good friends that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, A, I like you so much more than these photos show.  My mouth gets tired when I smile too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmHtdbd4I/AAAAAAAABcY/xXQvOuW9Y6k/s1600-h/Sep+6,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmHtdbd4I/AAAAAAAABcY/xXQvOuW9Y6k/s400/Sep+6,+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384869324611352450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the ciders were really fabulous.  Dry, fruity, a touch sweet.  Then there were ciders that tasted like burnt, dirty hot dog water.  No joke.  How we got through that glass is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, a couple hours later and I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Completely off my face.  I started taking random photos, including the one below of the  Quite sign.  For some reason I thought this was the funniest thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmG5oml-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/uOYHqspDM1s/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmG5oml-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/uOYHqspDM1s/s400/Sep+6,+20091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384869310699575266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then proceeded to cry in the car for half an hour, telling DH (huge sobbing voice):  "I'm horrible at my j&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooooooo&lt;/span&gt;b.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fooooool &lt;/span&gt;them every day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently cider brings out my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH bought me a triangle sandwich at Marks&amp;amp;Spenser and I was happy again.  So to sum up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider = insecure Elliott&lt;br /&gt;insecure Elliott + cheese and pickle sandwich = happy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Days 12-14: Barcelona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I left the next morning on the 6am flight from Liverpool to Barcelona.  I'd never been to Spain so I was SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train into town, threw our bags into our excellent, modern room in &lt;a href="http://www.hostalgoya.com/"&gt;Hotel Goya&lt;/a&gt;, and walked La Rambla!  La Rambla is a tree-lined street that splits the center of town and there is NO better way to get a feel for Barcelona.  We had tapas at a forgettable bar but the bottle of rioja was excellent.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After La Rambla, we headed to the harbor and the beach.  Barcelona's beach is man-made but absolutely beautiful.  We spent the early evening people watching at a little beach bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmGHVFkrI/AAAAAAAABcI/OUCoAc_4D78/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20092-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmGHVFkrI/AAAAAAAABcI/OUCoAc_4D78/s400/Sep+6,+20092-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384869297195946674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Amazing sand castles with water fixtures!, DH enjoying a mojito at the beach, football stadium, and the Port of Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Spanish eat meals MUCH later than Americans so we headed to Barri Gotic around 10 to grab dinner.  I LOVED the Gothic Quarter/Barcelona Cathedral.   It was filled with dark and twisty cobblestone streets.  Surprisingly, I didn't feel unsafe.  I guess when an 80 year old Grandma is shuffling through the alley with you, you figure you're in an ok area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrruFjSduSI/AAAAAAAABc4/u-07OFok6E0/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrruFjSduSI/AAAAAAAABc4/u-07OFok6E0/s400/Sep+6,+20093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878083614292258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(La Sandrada Familia, Monument a Colom, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Casa Batllo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jambon at Mercat de la Boqueria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next morning I woke up feeling virus-y/food poisoning-y.  Let's just say that I have a great appreciation for our hotel's original 18th century bathroom tiles.  UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH took great care of me, including running to the pharmacy about 10 times.  He also brought me the Spanish equivalent to ginger ale and Saltines: Lemon Fanta and breadsticks.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was able to get out of bed so we took it easy and went on the &lt;a href="http://www.barcelonabusturistic.cat/web/guest;jsessionid=3741D517F7615AE51E553B8E6B8846B2"&gt;tourist bus&lt;/a&gt;!  Laugh if you will but it was actually really interesting and we saw SO much more of Barcelona than if we had walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrruE4WOE5I/AAAAAAAABcw/GZzt8cFIS9k/s1600-h/Sep+6,+20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrruE4WOE5I/AAAAAAAABcw/GZzt8cFIS9k/s400/Sep+6,+20094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384878072087319442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bus tour, Casa Mila by Gaudi, the incredibly detailed street lights, Porto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We saw all of Barcelona's "greatest hits" including Sangrada Familia, Casa Mila, FC Barcelona's football stadium, the Olympic Stadium (holy cow, what a view!), and Catedral Barcelona.  The bus is the hop on/hop off type so if you want to visit any place you can.  Even though it seems really touristy and cheesy, I really recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Barri Gotic for a quick meal of tapas, including the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; jamon, and then back to the airport for our Liverpool flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-8477114520902390233?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/vaca-part-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrrmHtdbd4I/AAAAAAAABcY/xXQvOuW9Y6k/s72-c/Sep+6,+2009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-3959939419363612845</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T05:37:14.971-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eye Candy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrdzPJCZ5yI/AAAAAAAABb4/IuaQwQfUQzo/s1600-h/rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrdzPJCZ5yI/AAAAAAAABb4/IuaQwQfUQzo/s400/rebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383898583505954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2997998/0%7E2376776%7E2374327%7E6007067%7E6007332?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6007332&amp;amp;P=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helllooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-3959939419363612845?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eye-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrdzPJCZ5yI/AAAAAAAABb4/IuaQwQfUQzo/s72-c/rebecca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-2756207899884090790</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T10:36:19.797-07:00</atom:updated><title>World's saddest baby toy...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZlY6wzzVI/AAAAAAAABa4/2H_fWYU31M0/s1600-h/sad+kid+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZlY6wzzVI/AAAAAAAABa4/2H_fWYU31M0/s200/sad+kid+toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383601883333250386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here little *Insert Emma/Connor/Brady/baby name de jour*, naw on a carrot!   It's fun because it has a little face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that wouldn't make dinner time traumatic at all.  Noooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-2756207899884090790?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/worlds-saddest-baby-toy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZlY6wzzVI/AAAAAAAABa4/2H_fWYU31M0/s72-c/sad+kid+toys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-5830384039075279118</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T11:57:02.683-07:00</atom:updated><title>Trip 3</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGkf8cGUhI/AAAAAAAABaI/W8_v8yZOSU0/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGkf8cGUhI/AAAAAAAABaI/W8_v8yZOSU0/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382263898391335442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 - Leeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DH and I headed out the next day to Leeds on our way to visit S&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us had really "done" Leeds so we mostly walked around.  The buildings were fantastic.  There was also a main shopping street that was packed with street performers.  I tell ya, the guy singing Jason Mraz was better than JM himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGl0aCvgpI/AAAAAAAABaw/IubFUoAPI_8/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGl0aCvgpI/AAAAAAAABaw/IubFUoAPI_8/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382265349447058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Leeds, we headed up to Almscliffe.  DH and his buddies would go up there on a semi-regular basis to go climbing or bouldering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at that view.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night at S&amp;amp;R's beautiful new house.  They are in the home stretch for their first bebe and are going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hosting us S&amp;amp;R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7-10: Cambridge/Stevenage/London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next morning we detoured through Cambridge on our way to visit DH's best friend, C, in Stevenage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'd never been to Cambridge so it was super fun to walk down the river(?) and see the punters, all of the old colleges and in general, get a feel for the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGkg4ghFSI/AAAAAAAABaY/5VHxDuh_ayM/s1600-h/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGkg4ghFSI/AAAAAAAABaY/5VHxDuh_ayM/s320/IMG_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382263914515993890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH's ex went to Cambridge so he knew about a fun little place for our afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.orchard-grantchester.com/"&gt;Orchard Tea Garden&lt;/a&gt; in Grantchester is, not surprisingly, a tea shop in the middle of a beautiful fruit orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founded at the turn of the century, the Orchard boasts an impressive list of alumni, called the Grantchester Group, including Virginia Woolf, Alan Keynes, and Rupert Brooke, who wrote a poem extolling the virtues of Grantchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further along, Sylvia Plath (loooove!) and Ted Hughes spent time at the Orchard.  Plath wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Remember Rupert Brooke’s poem? Well we had tea by the roaring fire at ‘The Orchard’ (where they serve tea under flowering trees in spring) and the ‘clock was set at ten to three’ and there was the most delectable dark clover honey and scones.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with Sylvia, the scones were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Stevenage quickly because our tea was threatened by whipping winds, threatening dark clouds, a swarm of wasps who were quite interested in our tiny pots of raspberry and strawberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we broke out the bubbly and toasted our wonderful friends C1 and C2.  DH's best friend (and best man!), C1, proposed several weeks before to his wonderful girlfriend, C2.  (He did it at the Take That reunion concert.  How cute is that??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we headed to London for a walk around, shopping, and a bit of pubbing.  Now, I've been to London 6(?) times and this was by far my favorite day I've spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started in Covent Garden, which was filled with shoppers and street performers.  We moved over to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wagamama.com"&gt;Wagamama&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite &lt;/span&gt;lunch spot for ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Word to the wise: Wagamama has finally opened a branch in the US, in Boston.  If you are in the area, PLEASE go and have chili chicken ramen.  That stuff is THE BOMB.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZ08JB0BNI/AAAAAAAABbo/-FlGjP4a4BI/s1600-h/Aug+17,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZ08JB0BNI/AAAAAAAABbo/-FlGjP4a4BI/s400/Aug+17,+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618981132502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Clockwise from top left corner: Brilliant pear cider in London, C&amp;amp;C at Wagamama, the dumbwaiter at Waxy's, more pear cider, C&amp;amp;C again, DH enjoying a pint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a bit of light shopping (yes, I stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.CathKidston.co.uk"&gt;Cath Kidson&lt;/a&gt; again. She really is the new Laura Ashley.) we went to &lt;a href="http://www.waxyoconnors.co.uk/london/littlesister/index.asp"&gt;Waxy O'Connor's Little Sister&lt;/a&gt; right off of Leicester Square.  The upstairs bit to this bar is so clever.  There's a dumbwaiter where you write down your order and stick in money for the bill.  Lower it down and in a few minutes your drinks are hauled up to you.  Definitely beats trying to carry your round up the stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZ5-jxyyCI/AAAAAAAABbw/Q6hVWm4KUts/s1600-h/IMG_1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrZ5-jxyyCI/AAAAAAAABbw/Q6hVWm4KUts/s320/IMG_1556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624520230946850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.thelivingroomw1.co.uk"&gt;The Living Room&lt;/a&gt; off Regent Street for delicious cocktails.  A beautiful bar, the drinks were strong and the atmosphere posh without being stuffy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try going to the restrooms downstairs here's a clue to what to look for.  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricky bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed back to Stevenage on the train for a night of Rock Band.  As I drifted off to sleep, I remember thinking that the day was one of the nicest I've had in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel lucky to have been blessed so much in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the fun of good friends, beautiful weather, and a couple of cocktails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-5830384039075279118?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrGkf8cGUhI/AAAAAAAABaI/W8_v8yZOSU0/s72-c/IMG_1534.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-511971214615888757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T17:47:43.543-07:00</atom:updated><title>Every move you make...I'll be watching you</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrA1KL7e_0I/AAAAAAAABaA/cx67dn-_Swo/s1600-h/Edward+Cullen+cutout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrA1KL7e_0I/AAAAAAAABaA/cx67dn-_Swo/s320/Edward+Cullen+cutout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381860003824992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29652662"&gt;life-size Edward Cullen&lt;/a&gt; for your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-511971214615888757?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-move-you-makeill-be-watching-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SrA1KL7e_0I/AAAAAAAABaA/cx67dn-_Swo/s72-c/Edward+Cullen+cutout.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-7031460972880548331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T22:02:27.015-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation Part 2</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8aEQCeGOI/AAAAAAAABZY/0EXK5XYHlTY/s1600-h/crystal+shadow+dress"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8aEQCeGOI/AAAAAAAABZY/0EXK5XYHlTY/s400/crystal+shadow+dress" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381548740058159330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4: Blackpool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I headed to &lt;a href="http://www.blackpoolpleasurebeach.com/"&gt;Blackpool Pleasure Beach&lt;/a&gt;.  BPB is best described as Gatlinburg for English people.  Totally fun but WAY tacky and wacky.  (I don't judge; we used to head to Gatlinburg once a year when I lived in Tennessee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, BPB has tons of old roller coasters that while rickety as H, they provide a great afternoon of fun.  Grand National is from 1935 and the Big Dipper is from 1923!  1923!  I can only imagine how freaking scary that ride must have been to folks back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5: Trafford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping in the UK.  The way I see it, no one else in San Diego will have what I'm wearing, even if it's just from a high street store.  And DH isn't the biggest fan of American fashion and desperately needed new clothes so we headed up to &lt;a href="http://www.traffordcentre.co.uk/"&gt;Trafford Centre&lt;/a&gt; to get kitted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say: WOW.  We probably spent 5+ hours there and I wasn't even close to being finished.  I have discovered my English shopping mecca: &lt;a href="http://www.selfridges.com/"&gt;Selfridges&lt;/a&gt;.  OMG.  It's like a cross between Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus, meaning, you can find high end (Burberry, Louis, etc) alongside the more mid-range (Warehouse, Oasis).  I picked up the dress above for a song.  It's shorter than I normally wear and it has a deep v back but it had a sort of 80s feel that I was digging.  SO cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8bY4IWODI/AAAAAAAABZg/qZ12HuBtaVM/s1600-h/orla+riley+sheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8bY4IWODI/AAAAAAAABZg/qZ12HuBtaVM/s200/orla+riley+sheets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381550193929238578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mecca: the homewares.  OMG.  I wanted to buy the entire linen department.  Orla Kiely sheets??  In the words of Rachel Zoe: I Diiiiiieeeeeeee.  You don't notice until you see high end European design that you literally cannot find some of it in the states.  Durr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making my way through linen, lamps, and glassware, I hit the motherload of that is British country goodness: &lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/"&gt;Cath Kidson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a shabby-chic sort of girl but oooohhh, did the darling fabrics and dainty goods get me.  Cath Kidson is known for their oilcloth and it definitely has a certain post-war aesthetic and appeal.  I bought a bunch of goodies, some of which you might see during my giveaway later this week!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8d7Xo-T1I/AAAAAAAABZw/FZ7mmYwIMN0/s1600-h/cath+earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8d7Xo-T1I/AAAAAAAABZw/FZ7mmYwIMN0/s200/cath+earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381552985526390610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly loved their handbags and jewelry.  I mean look at these &lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/p-13651-cath-kidston-crystal-bow-earrings.aspx"&gt;dainty crystal bows&lt;/a&gt;!  In antique silver, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love, love, love the &lt;a href="http://www.cathkidston.co.uk/p-12322-cath-kidston-spot-saddle-bag.aspx"&gt;hunter green polka dot saddle bag&lt;/a&gt;.  The oilcloth gives it a 40s feel.  I picture myself in an Anthropologie dress, with this bag draped across as I peddle my 5-speed beach cruiser over to the farmer's market.  Not that I haven't been thinking about that bag.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8fgno4bnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/bGB4c9-9ybo/s1600-h/cath+kidson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8fgno4bnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/bGB4c9-9ybo/s200/cath+kidson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554724987760242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. At. All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I'm a shabby chic convert now.  Unfortunately, Cath Kidson is only found in the UK and Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; ship internationally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-7031460972880548331?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sq8aEQCeGOI/AAAAAAAABZY/0EXK5XYHlTY/s72-c/crystal+shadow+dress" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-4290712506711308460</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T18:23:19.041-07:00</atom:updated><title>A tiny tip...</title><description>You know when you're sitting around the lady doctor's office, half-naked, waiting for the doc to come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably you're there for 20 minutes, it's cold, and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have any magazines besides Prevention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how bored you are, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; read the booklet "Gynological Cancers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what my new nightmare will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assuaged my fears after my appointment by buying a new pair of black, high heel sandals.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-4290712506711308460?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiny-tip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-2864240242349389964</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T06:44:32.596-07:00</atom:updated><title>It reminds me of Strictly Ballroom for some reason...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqpT1QQMw4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/iHUQYhIwRZA/s1600-h/lace+blouse"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqpT1QQMw4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/iHUQYhIwRZA/s400/lace+blouse" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380204879208563586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up this &lt;a href="http://www.warehouse.co.uk/fcp/product/fashion//CUTWORK-LACE-BLOUSE/13287?colour=dark%20red"&gt;lace blouse&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.warehouse.co.uk"&gt;Warehouse&lt;/a&gt; while in the UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worn it six times in two weeks.  (All with different people, I might add.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my new favorite item in my closet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-2864240242349389964?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-reminds-me-of-strictly-ballroom-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqpT1QQMw4I/AAAAAAAABZQ/iHUQYhIwRZA/s72-c/lace+blouse" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-5764187105474039662</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T22:43:00.100-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation Part I</title><description>Hello my dear readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, long time, no read.  I do that a lot to you, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, I have a really good reason; DH and I were on holiday!  (Or to translate into American "Vaca!")  DH wouldn't let me tell you about it in advance because he's convinced that someone would figure out our address and break in while we were gone.  Nevermind that most of the people who read this know us in real life and offered to watch our plants.   Which requires us giving them our keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention that breaking and entering is so un-preppy that I know my readers would never  be associated with anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you master criminals - HA!  We fooled you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I went back to the UK and Spain for two weeks.  Two weeks!  We haven't had that long off since our wedding two years ago.  I know he especially needed the break so I'm glad we were able to see his family and friends as well as chill out.  Well, I say chill out but it has been an absolute whirlwind.  I believe we did 12 flights in 16 days.  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll take my re-cap nice and slow and at the end I'll be hosting my first GIVEAWAY for some fabulous British goodies.  I'm excited.  Are you excited?  Let's venture forth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1: San Diego to Baltimore/Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying back to the East Coast is quite a pain because you lose an entire day.  However, we caught the 7am flight so that we could spend a little time with my parents (who graciously agreed to pick us up at BWI) before we headed out for dinner with some of DH's DC crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, someone decided to put a damper on that.  Namely, Hurricane Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed on time but because of the massive amount of rain and traffic associated with Redskins and Nationals games, the one hour drive to my parents' place was THREE hours.  Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH and I literally walked in, threw our bags down, and ran back out to make our metro ride in to DC.  (Muhmoo and Deedoo, I feel terrible about that.  I really, really do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with DH's old work mates and their wives.  See, aren't they cute:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_Rs1G9QI/AAAAAAAABYw/l6J8q4zl6es/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_Rs1G9QI/AAAAAAAABYw/l6J8q4zl6es/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337853241586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good mate L met us up for drinks after and we had a rip-roaring time in &lt;a href="http://www.fadoirishpub.com/washington/"&gt;Fado's&lt;/a&gt;.  Who loves a good pint of cider?  Oh, that would be me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_SeGNEWI/AAAAAAAABY4/6FKDwJ99GnA/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_SeGNEWI/AAAAAAAABY4/6FKDwJ99GnA/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337866466627938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2: Washington Dulles to Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our flight to Manchester, the fam went out for brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.tuskies.com/"&gt;Tuscarora Mill &lt;/a&gt;in Leesburg, VA.  If you have a flight to catch at Washington Dulles, I heartily recommend Tuscarora.  DC is a brunch town and this had one of the best I've had.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_TWMiyXI/AAAAAAAABZI/cnbGYxJ7i7E/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_TWMiyXI/AAAAAAAABZI/cnbGYxJ7i7E/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337881525602674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mill is, shockingly, hosted in an old mill.  The interior is absolutely beautiful and I wanted to rip the floorboards out and smuggle them home so I could match them for our hardwood floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was amazing, as all of the awards on the wall boasted.  I think one of the things I like the most was that the buffet was small and not overwhelming.  If you go, though, make sure to try the french toast.  They make all their own bread and it is OMG, get in my mouth as soon as possible!!  good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our night flight to Manchester was uneventful and not crowded.  I stretched out on a row of five empty seats and slept until we had about an hour to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3: Warrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our night flight, we were pretty wrecked since England is 8 hours ahead of San Diego.  We kept it pretty quiet and had a great dinner at DH's parents' place, along with S and E, DH's brother and sister-in-law.  It was quite the family moment!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're in England we always stay with DH's parents.  They've lived in their house for over 30(!) years and I adore the fact that DH grew up in it.  It's also great because a lot of his childhood friends still live in the surrounding areas so we have an easy time meeting up with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, a surprisingly large number of DH's friends have emigrated out of the UK.  So it was an amazing coincidence that K and N were home in England from Japan for the first time in like, five years!  We headed out to the pub and it was fantastic catching up with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-5764187105474039662?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-part-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sqc_Rs1G9QI/AAAAAAAABYw/l6J8q4zl6es/s72-c/IMG_1525.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-5407676238722777947</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T23:38:22.495-07:00</atom:updated><title>9 September 2007</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago I promised to love and respect, till death do us part, the man who loves and challenges me more than anyone else... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX5mvySXiI/AAAAAAAABYg/tKhLN_qd01c/s1600-h/079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378979774021656098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX5mvySXiI/AAAAAAAABYg/tKhLN_qd01c/s400/079a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's to my better half, the man who makes my world better and brighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Northern Sky, Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;br /&gt;I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you're here&lt;br /&gt;Brighten my northern sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX4X68PKqI/AAAAAAAABYQ/N8cyd4BI_Uk/s1600-h/195a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378978419806513826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX4X68PKqI/AAAAAAAABYQ/N8cyd4BI_Uk/s400/195a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been a long time that I'm waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been a long that I'm blown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been a long time that I've wandered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the people I have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straighten my new mind's eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX5mPcHTEI/AAAAAAAABYY/TqL83BhjGNM/s1600-h/768a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378979765338721346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX5mPcHTEI/AAAAAAAABYY/TqL83BhjGNM/s400/768a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you love me for my money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you love me for my head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you love me through the winter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you love me 'til I'm dead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come blow your horn on high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now you're here.  Brighten my northern sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX4F7BLnxI/AAAAAAAABYI/qDPrj0K0CPE/s1600-h/297a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-5407676238722777947?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-september-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SqX5mvySXiI/AAAAAAAABYg/tKhLN_qd01c/s72-c/079a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-1956198782559180369</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T21:17:31.237-07:00</atom:updated><title>I feel like Mary Jane Parker</title><description>Although I've had two showers this weekend, I didn't wash my hair until after the gym tonight to let it set for 48 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having done color since 2002, I thought more of the color would wash out but the re-pigment treatment really helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-pigmenting, if you haven't had it done, involves covering your beautiful baby blonde hair with goo the color of a highlighter.  Because you strip out the pigment to go blonde, you need pigment to help go back to a darker color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Gavin and Rich, the colorists, told me that I wasn't allowed to look in the mirror so they turned the chair around a la What Not to Wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they didn't know is that I could see my hair in the mirror across the salon.  I literally yelled (pardon my French) "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright.  Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin and Rich held my hand and told me to trust them.  They were right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoopHlXymyI/AAAAAAAABWs/t7yc_Fr1qEU/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoopHlXymyI/AAAAAAAABWs/t7yc_Fr1qEU/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371150715860458274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Props to DH for taking my picture.  This one is much more flattering than in the bathroom with overhead lighting and no flash!  Also, my boobs look really big.  Do they look like this all the time?  Heaven help us!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-1956198782559180369?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-mary-jane-parker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoopHlXymyI/AAAAAAAABWs/t7yc_Fr1qEU/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-64094336922229665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T22:25:57.599-07:00</atom:updated><title>Parfait!</title><description>I am the first person  to admit when I am a failure in the kitchen.  DH is very forgiving and we head out to &lt;a href="http://www.cowboystar.com/"&gt;Cowboy Star&lt;/a&gt; when my experiments are duds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight I reached perfection.  Cookie nirvana, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoWLYRzOI/AAAAAAAABWc/Lj0En8WlgLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoWLYRzOI/AAAAAAAABWc/Lj0En8WlgLQ/s400/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370798023348702434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoVuddzzI/AAAAAAAABWU/weI5gVLB3YA/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoVuddzzI/AAAAAAAABWU/weI5gVLB3YA/s400/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370798015585832754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoWvhoXqI/AAAAAAAABWk/YEzQMkSkwsU/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoWvhoXqI/AAAAAAAABWk/YEzQMkSkwsU/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370798033051606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are, without a doubt, the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Due to our convection oven, I lowered the temperature by 50 degrees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I added 1 1/2 tbs vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 cups of flour and extra baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooling down the batter for two hours before attempting to bake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fewer chocolate chips and double the walnuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The extra flour and baking powder kept the cookie quite high, as did the cooling down.  If you start off with dough that is too warm, it flattens too much.  Also, by keeping the cookies high, I was able to get the optimal crunchy rim with gooey, almost cookie dough-ish center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, this baking thing is a science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-64094336922229665?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/08/parfait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SojoWLYRzOI/AAAAAAAABWc/Lj0En8WlgLQ/s72-c/IMG_1512.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-1674837578092472622</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T18:41:14.269-07:00</atom:updated><title>Voila</title><description>Sometimes you gotta change your hair color impulsively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sodii-G2qqI/AAAAAAAABVs/7sdzMjRnR8Q/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sodii-G2qqI/AAAAAAAABVs/7sdzMjRnR8Q/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370369433589426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...do I like it? (Pardon the lack of concealer.  Whoo boy those are big circles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SodiiZb-W-I/AAAAAAAABVk/ukzKx347jXk/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SodiiZb-W-I/AAAAAAAABVk/ukzKx347jXk/s400/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370369423745899490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely shiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sodij-yquZI/AAAAAAAABV8/XbVYO2FJPY8/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sodij-yquZI/AAAAAAAABV8/XbVYO2FJPY8/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370369450953062802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad from this angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SodijZ3ZX_I/AAAAAAAABV0/LLeuz_EZfsA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SodijZ3ZX_I/AAAAAAAABV0/LLeuz_EZfsA/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370369441040785394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-1674837578092472622?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/08/voila.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/Sodii-G2qqI/AAAAAAAABVs/7sdzMjRnR8Q/s72-c/017.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374871390572173735.post-526168386058517901</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T22:00:19.630-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh the clothes...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJIXhS53nI/AAAAAAAABUU/S2S4Uy7DJxo/s1600-h/madmen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJIXhS53nI/AAAAAAAABUU/S2S4Uy7DJxo/s400/madmen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368933274690903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So a funny thing yesterday.  It was my normal day off so I headed to the gym around 11 to get in a quick couple of miles on the elliptical.  (Yes, I'm still suffering tendonitis so only low impact cardio for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...AMC was running a marathon of a little show you may have heard of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my stars...it's heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJIw7B9DSI/AAAAAAAABUc/bCsaEhpph8Q/s1600-h/madmen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJIw7B9DSI/AAAAAAAABUc/bCsaEhpph8Q/s400/madmen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368933711095860514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am already obsessed with mid-century furniture and now I'm craving a makeover and a new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes, the set design, the makeup -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pitch perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How badly do I want a wasp-waist dress like Betty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I'm definitely more of Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, Joan is a hell of sex bomb but she's always perfectly presentable and covered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she's never left the house without a girdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's just say that we have a very similar figure and now I'm trying to figure out a way to become a redhead in the time before our big trip in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to Europe, I want to be the best looking American that I can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For fun here are some more Joan looks that I would wear in a heartbeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLVl3AkGI/AAAAAAAABVE/793AC7yNdPk/s1600-h/mad+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLVl3AkGI/AAAAAAAABVE/793AC7yNdPk/s400/mad+men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368936540091224162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joan disproving that redheads can't wear red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLVHazjyI/AAAAAAAABU8/42FWy1wPZdo/s1600-h/madmen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLVHazjyI/AAAAAAAABU8/42FWy1wPZdo/s400/madmen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368936531919867682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every girl needs a little black dress.  And check out those curls!  Mee yow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLUoEBs2I/AAAAAAAABU0/Ga4SBU98FSM/s1600-h/madmen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLUoEBs2I/AAAAAAAABU0/Ga4SBU98FSM/s400/madmen4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368936523502826338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tight sweaters, pendant necklace, coordinating pencil skirt, and updo.  Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLT5p8IzI/AAAAAAAABUs/ziE_kzFXjmI/s1600-h/madmen6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLT5p8IzI/AAAAAAAABUs/ziE_kzFXjmI/s400/madmen6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368936511045378866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would run over your grandmother for this dress.  Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLTVEDYbI/AAAAAAAABUk/K4z54rlQJb4/s1600-h/madmen5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJLTVEDYbI/AAAAAAAABUk/K4z54rlQJb4/s400/madmen5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368936501222793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ditto this tweed skirt.  Tricky length, though.  Below the knee.  Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was watching MM and suddenly realized I had been at the gym for THREE HOURS.  My quads are killing me but I'm now hooked on a fabulous new show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374871390572173735-526168386058517901?l=preppystraightup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://preppystraightup.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-clothes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwznZbd2I-g/SoJIXhS53nI/AAAAAAAABUU/S2S4Uy7DJxo/s72-c/madmen1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

