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By Yvonne and Yvette Durant</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/YvonneYvettetiquette" /><feedburner:info uri="yvonneyvettetiquette" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQXY_cCp7ImA9WxBbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-1186661566374071975</id><published>2010-03-09T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:51:20.848-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T10:51:20.848-08:00</app:edited><title>ELAINE OF ELAINE’S ON DINING, WINING AND WHINING</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/1186661566374071975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=1186661566374071975" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1186661566374071975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1186661566374071975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/3g7kBO1f50s/elaine-of-elaines-on-dining-wining-and.html" title="ELAINE OF ELAINE’S ON DINING, WINING AND WHINING" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Asked if she ever goes gaga over the famous people who come to her restaurant known for it’s famous clientele that includes prolific writers, filmmakers, actors and other consummate New Yorkers, Elaine Kaufman, owner of the famous Elaine’s on New York's Upper Eastside thinks for a moment, looks at Diane Becker, the restaurant’s superb, no nonsense manager and responds, “Sidney Poitier was awesome&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=3g7kBO1f50s:zL3KukT0loU:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=3g7kBO1f50s:zL3KukT0loU:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/03/elaine-of-elaines-on-dining-wining-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCR385fCp7ImA9WxBUFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-3457869380728095327</id><published>2010-03-03T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:22:46.124-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T11:22:46.124-08:00</app:edited><title>THE JOB OF LEAVING A JOB</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/3457869380728095327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=3457869380728095327" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/3457869380728095327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/3457869380728095327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/zIHM662kytE/job-of-leaving-job.html" title="THE JOB OF LEAVING A JOB" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">It doesn’t seem like most people are leaving jobs on their own volition these days but if you’re one of the two lucky people in today’s job market who actually found another job, careful how you leave.No need to gloat, especially if you know that most of your soon to be former colleagues are miserable. Telling them that their turn is coming up may not be the best thing to say to them because you &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=zIHM662kytE:bc-0V-0e5EI:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=zIHM662kytE:bc-0V-0e5EI:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/03/job-of-leaving-job.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABRnc_cCp7ImA9WxBUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-5747723940530037456</id><published>2010-02-24T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:25:57.948-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T13:25:57.948-08:00</app:edited><title>IT’S MY PARTY AND YOU’LL PAY IF YOU WANT TO…</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/5747723940530037456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=5747723940530037456" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5747723940530037456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5747723940530037456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/sPOE4KKXB_U/its-my-party-and-youll-pay-if-you-want.html" title="IT’S MY PARTY AND YOU’LL PAY IF YOU WANT TO…" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><content type="html">Even before the recent financial crunch, people have thrown birthday parties that require a fee. For some, it’s the only way they could have had a party.  They’d rather their good friends join in on the fun at a reasonable cost than not to have anything at all. Sometimes the celebrant or friends and family execute this plan.While that’s understandable, it may not be to guests who want to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=sPOE4KKXB_U:Y6L_YTSK3AY:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=sPOE4KKXB_U:Y6L_YTSK3AY:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/02/its-my-party-and-youll-pay-if-you-want.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMRn8zeCp7ImA9WxBVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-854849387202915287</id><published>2010-02-17T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:13:07.180-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-20T22:13:07.180-08:00</app:edited><title>THE CURSE OF CURSING IN PUBLIC</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/854849387202915287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=854849387202915287" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/854849387202915287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/854849387202915287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/NdZ5m2AyBHM/curse-of-cursing-in-public.html" title="THE CURSE OF CURSING IN PUBLIC" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">If you buy into the phrase, “curses like a sailor”, there are a lot of sailors out of uniform amongst us, no matter where you live.  We can safely assume that we have all used some of ‘those’ words, and will continue to use them when they serve us. We use them as exclamation points, expressions of disbelief, pain and anger or just because a cuss word seemed right at the time. Let’s examine the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=NdZ5m2AyBHM:iuReYuXui3g:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=NdZ5m2AyBHM:iuReYuXui3g:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/02/curse-of-cursing-in-public.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARX8yfCp7ImA9WxBVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-2625702678707139135</id><published>2010-02-10T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:14:04.194-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-14T03:14:04.194-08:00</app:edited><title>THE SWEETEST DAY FOR HAITI</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/2625702678707139135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=2625702678707139135" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2625702678707139135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2625702678707139135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/IuBgIJd_ROo/sweetest-day-for-haiti.html" title="THE SWEETEST DAY FOR HAITI" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">On Valentine's Day, expectations run high, so do the prices of roses, dinner and baubles. Last year, we wrote a post of dos and don'ts for Valentine's Day. In light of what's happened in Haiti, we thought it would be trite to discuss the etiquette of Valentine's Day.We told you about The Sweetest Day, a special day celebrated in Ohio that's not just about bon-bons. Instead of the usual gifts, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=IuBgIJd_ROo:PYOs3WCrXYs:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=IuBgIJd_ROo:PYOs3WCrXYs:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/02/sweetest-day-for-haiti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADQn44eyp7ImA9WxBWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-2369583008188978513</id><published>2010-02-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:52:53.033-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T11:52:53.033-08:00</app:edited><title>THE 2009 RUDEY AWARDS</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/2369583008188978513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=2369583008188978513" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2369583008188978513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2369583008188978513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/KzRVtq_YORs/2009-rudey-awards.html" title="THE 2009 RUDEY AWARDS" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">It seems to be no surprise that Kanye West was most frequently nominated for our first annual Rudey Awards.  In fact, so many of our followers mentioned him, we have decided to give him the distinctive, Rudey Hall of Shame award. This suggestion comes from a fan and follower of ours in Chicago. We don’t think Mr. West will lose any sleep over this - that would be way too gentlemanly.Our good &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=KzRVtq_YORs:Rsq2SCJnovg:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=KzRVtq_YORs:Rsq2SCJnovg:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/02/2009-rudey-awards.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NQ348cCp7ImA9WxBXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-4340978899397593660</id><published>2010-01-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:39:52.078-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T06:39:52.078-08:00</app:edited><title>POSTER GIRL FOR BAD BEHAVIOR</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/4340978899397593660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=4340978899397593660" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/4340978899397593660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/4340978899397593660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/Ngtx4wn_in0/poster-girl-for-bad-behavior.html" title="POSTER GIRL FOR BAD BEHAVIOR" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><content type="html">When we first heard about, YaVaughnie Wilkins, the jilted lover of a very rich man and her poster project, it seemed like a story straight out of a tabloid. Instead, her love story was straight out of a tabloid. We felt her pain upon learning that the man she thought was hers for keeps was going back to his wife for keeps. We’ll never know the nitty-gritty - with or without it all of our lives &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=Ngtx4wn_in0:XTZCuSaE2JE:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=Ngtx4wn_in0:XTZCuSaE2JE:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/01/poster-girl-for-bad-behavior.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRHY5eyp7ImA9WxBXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-7353228864406880767</id><published>2010-01-20T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:53:35.823-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-20T12:53:35.823-08:00</app:edited><title>HAITIANS UNDER FIRE AND GRACE</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/7353228864406880767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=7353228864406880767" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/7353228864406880767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/7353228864406880767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/APpZUeA5EmQ/haitians-under-fire-and-grace.html" title="HAITIANS UNDER FIRE AND GRACE" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">There's been a lot of talk about the spirit of the Haitian people.  It is strong and determined, we've seen it at work day in and day out ever since this horrific natural disaster.The other day, we saw something quite wonderful on a news report. A line of Haitian children had been waiting for  hours in the blistering sun for a bottle of water. As they were each handed one, not only were there &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=APpZUeA5EmQ:FyQzmUx5QrI:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=APpZUeA5EmQ:FyQzmUx5QrI:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/01/haitians-under-fire-and-grace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABRHs8fSp7ImA9WxBQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-8146144456695104716</id><published>2010-01-13T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:42:35.575-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T07:42:35.575-08:00</app:edited><title>WHEN GROOMING AND GREASING UP GOES PUBLIC</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/8146144456695104716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=8146144456695104716" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8146144456695104716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8146144456695104716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/kXcfwWV7a30/when-grooming-and-greasing-up-goes.html" title="WHEN GROOMING AND GREASING UP GOES PUBLIC" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">A funny thing happened on the way to an early morning appointment the other day, a woman on the bus took out her little makeup bag and pulled out her mascara and proceeded to lengthen and thicken right there in her seat. Afterwards, she went digging into her bag and took out a brush and compact. A stop and half later her cheeks had some color to them but not after she used a germ laden hand to &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=kXcfwWV7a30:kXdAsidkK7Q:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=kXcfwWV7a30:kXdAsidkK7Q:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/01/when-grooming-and-greasing-up-goes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQH05fCp7ImA9WxBRF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-5462341611237276491</id><published>2010-01-05T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:36:21.324-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-06T06:36:21.324-08:00</app:edited><title>ETIQUETTE FOR THE NEXT DECADE: OUR WISHES</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/5462341611237276491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=5462341611237276491" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5462341611237276491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5462341611237276491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/0O6tMxs132A/etiquette-for-next-decade-our-wishes.html" title="ETIQUETTE FOR THE NEXT DECADE: OUR WISHES" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">Yvette’sThat people will stop putting their feet on furniture that doesn't belong to them(including public transportation, the office, at the theater and other public meeting spaces).That young people will stop calling older people sweetie or any other term of endearmentThat people will go back to saying you're welcome, instead of no problem or no worriesThe stroller brigade will learn to make &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=0O6tMxs132A:XcGAWDWXA4w:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=0O6tMxs132A:XcGAWDWXA4w:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2010/01/etiquette-for-next-decade-our-wishes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBRXo8fip7ImA9WxBSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-9044307650281998100</id><published>2009-12-24T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:52:34.476-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-24T03:52:34.476-08:00</app:edited><title>WE WISH YOU...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/9044307650281998100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=9044307650281998100" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/9044307650281998100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/9044307650281998100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/17va4_UVsSc/we-wish-you.html" title="WE WISH YOU..." /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">A MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND EVERYTHING WONDERFUL.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=17va4_UVsSc:smb8hkwT3K0:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=17va4_UVsSc:smb8hkwT3K0:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/12/we-wish-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cEQ387eyp7ImA9WxBSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-7749024447470637452</id><published>2009-12-16T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:43:22.103-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T13:43:22.103-08:00</app:edited><title>The Gift  You Keep Giving</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/7749024447470637452/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=7749024447470637452" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/7749024447470637452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/7749024447470637452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/bnZZ8lcFOZE/gift-that-you-keep-giving.html" title="The Gift  You Keep Giving" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">A couple of years ago, Yvette gave a friend a piece of furniture, a small table.  The friend appeared to be grateful and happily took it home. Apparently, her happiness was short lived because she ended up giving the table to her sister. She had no problems sharing this with Yvette.We don't like re-gifting. We think it's rude and inconsiderate and takes the thoughtfulness out of giving. People, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=bnZZ8lcFOZE:qlZkVZtaY8g:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=bnZZ8lcFOZE:qlZkVZtaY8g:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2008/09/gift-that-you-keep-giving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUESHw5fCp7ImA9WxBTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-4335045851382763927</id><published>2009-12-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:03:29.224-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T14:03:29.224-08:00</app:edited><title>TIPPING POINTS:WHEN DOORMEN BECOME DOORMEN</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/4335045851382763927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=4335045851382763927" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/4335045851382763927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/4335045851382763927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/ThLaYFkLSIA/tipping-points.html" title="TIPPING POINTS:WHEN DOORMEN BECOME DOORMEN" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">It's time to peel off crisp bills and give them to those whom we believe have gone beyond their duty  to make our living where we live more pleasant during the year. We also tip these people because they tend to make less than the tippers - not so these days with many tippers out of work and doormen know that. They know everything. They know that you're spending more time at home and you've &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=ThLaYFkLSIA:MfR7m0WeUdk:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=ThLaYFkLSIA:MfR7m0WeUdk:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2008/12/tipping-points.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQnc6eip7ImA9WxNaF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-5820262943938668014</id><published>2009-12-02T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:32:53.912-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-02T14:32:53.912-08:00</app:edited><title>THE CHRISTMAS CARD GAME</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/5820262943938668014/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=5820262943938668014" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5820262943938668014?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/5820262943938668014?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/FCw0MV3lcIU/christmas-card-game.html" title="THE CHRISTMAS CARD GAME" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Christmas or holiday cards are a nice way to get in touch with people you haven’t seen in a while and probably won’t see for a while. Many of us have observed children of friends grow up through the years by way of Christmas card picture frames. One family we know had a professional photographer photograph their family every year, the card is so beautifully produced, they’re keepsakes.When we &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=FCw0MV3lcIU:Nbi7JlMOG2A:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=FCw0MV3lcIU:Nbi7JlMOG2A:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/12/christmas-card-game.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGRX04eCp7ImA9WxNbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-302543497537918169</id><published>2009-11-19T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:02:04.330-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-19T09:02:04.330-08:00</app:edited><title>THANKSGIVING: DON'T BE A TURKEY</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/302543497537918169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=302543497537918169" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/302543497537918169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/302543497537918169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/Rd72AOUPBVg/thanksgiving-dont-be-turkey.html" title="THANKSGIVING: DON'T BE A TURKEY" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">And we're off and running. The holiday season kicks off next week with Thanksgiving. Some of us will spend the most time we've ever spent all year round in our kitchens basting, chopping, stirring and hoping that it all turns out well. We thought we'd whip up some dos and don'ts for both hosts and guests.For hosts...Do be honest, if a guest asks what should they bring, tell them. Nothing worse &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=Rd72AOUPBVg:_SV0tfVesRg:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=Rd72AOUPBVg:_SV0tfVesRg:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-dont-be-turkey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MQHc7eip7ImA9WxNbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-3341560768086112917</id><published>2009-11-18T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:21:21.902-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-18T04:21:21.902-08:00</app:edited><title>HAPPY HOLIDATING</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/3341560768086112917/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=3341560768086112917" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/3341560768086112917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/3341560768086112917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/tayTYm9BwgY/happy-holidating.html" title="HAPPY HOLIDATING" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">There is no more rigorous a test of a relationship, especially a new one, than the holidays. We've all starred in our personal Home Alone movie and not always by choice.I, Yvette, would like to share an experience I had last Thanksgiving. I had been dating someone for about five months. The closer we got to what would be our first major holiday, the more uncomfortable I became. I wanted to ask &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=tayTYm9BwgY:zXBOlJMWraQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=tayTYm9BwgY:zXBOlJMWraQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2008/11/happy-holidating.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMRX4_fCp7ImA9WxNUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-1735286762245741600</id><published>2009-11-11T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:39:44.044-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T06:39:44.044-08:00</app:edited><title>ELEVATOR MANNERS: GOING UP?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/1735286762245741600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=1735286762245741600" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1735286762245741600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1735286762245741600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/zrg6yBlYws0/elevator-manners-going-up.html" title="ELEVATOR MANNERS: GOING UP?" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">We say they’re going down, especially in our hometown of New York City. What is it about New Yorkers who treat other New Yorkers like the Invisible Man, Woman or Child?  How about a nod or a basic greeting, something more humane than walking onto an elevator and distributing the silent treatment? Cell phones and BlackBerrys don’t help. Now, there’s really no reason to recognize anyone else, we’re&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=zrg6yBlYws0:MKtnsX18Yu0:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=zrg6yBlYws0:MKtnsX18Yu0:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/11/elevator-manners-going-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUEQH09fyp7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-6299699581591463973</id><published>2009-11-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:53:21.367-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T09:53:21.367-08:00</app:edited><title>QUESTIONABLE QUESTIONS</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/6299699581591463973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=6299699581591463973" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/6299699581591463973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/6299699581591463973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/5aMjOiuTgpE/questionable-questions.html" title="QUESTIONABLE QUESTIONS" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">Being twins, we’re used to questions. We’ve been asked them all from “Are you identical?” to “Which one is the evil twin?” Call us sensitive when it comes to some questions, but when a question makes you wince then it’s probably the kind that’s trying to peg your social status, your financial status, your love life, etc. Below are some that pass the wince test. (Please note that some of these &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=5aMjOiuTgpE:gU5OAJVT3fg:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=5aMjOiuTgpE:gU5OAJVT3fg:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/11/questionable-questions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACRXY5eyp7ImA9WxNVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-8898336007390469380</id><published>2009-10-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:26:04.823-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T10:26:04.823-07:00</app:edited><title>MAY I ASK FOR MY MONEY, PLEASE?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/8898336007390469380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=8898336007390469380" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8898336007390469380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8898336007390469380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/3wY1bj9NNoU/may-i-ask-for-my-money-please.html" title="MAY I ASK FOR MY MONEY, PLEASE?" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><content type="html">There’s nothing more uncomfortable and frustrating than chasing after money owed to you.  And during these economically difficult times you can barely catch your breath as you run for your money. You’ve emailed, left phone messages, emailed again and left another message and then you begin to wonder if you’re beginning to annoy the client and maybe he/she is so annoyed, they’re not going to pay &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=3wY1bj9NNoU:eYXW1-fuZfA:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=3wY1bj9NNoU:eYXW1-fuZfA:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/10/may-i-ask-for-my-money-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGR3szfyp7ImA9WxNVEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-2908141116142422871</id><published>2009-10-21T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:00:26.587-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T18:00:26.587-07:00</app:edited><title>When A Contrarian Takes The Floor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/2908141116142422871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=2908141116142422871" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2908141116142422871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/2908141116142422871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/v5nfAprMjKA/when-contrarian-takes-floor_3450.html" title="When A Contrarian Takes The Floor" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Beware of the contrarian in the room.  As soon as a conversation takes off, he or she will turn into the CONVERSATIONATOR and obliterate any spoken word with endless disagreements and contradictions.  They’ll oppose when there’s nothing to oppose.For example:You:  I wish it would stop raining.The Conversationator:   Be glad you woke up healthy this morning.What?  You make a comment about the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=v5nfAprMjKA:jYEc3o450Zs:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=v5nfAprMjKA:jYEc3o450Zs:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/10/when-contrarian-takes-floor_3450.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAR3s4fSp7ImA9WxNWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-1811108095568701536</id><published>2009-10-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:59:06.535-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T06:59:06.535-07:00</app:edited><title>SOCIAL BUTTERFLYING ALONE</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/1811108095568701536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=1811108095568701536" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1811108095568701536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/1811108095568701536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/wiLuz1TOji4/social-butterflying-alone.html" title="SOCIAL BUTTERFLYING ALONE" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><content type="html">There is nothing more challenging than going to a party alone and the only familiar face is that of the host’s cat that looks exactly like the one you had as a child.Most people will know their host but that isn’t a guarantee that you’ll have someone to keep you company during the party. No decent host worth their cheese puffs would spend the whole time with one guest.  So, how do you do, ‘How do&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/10/social-butterflying-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cNQn47eSp7ImA9WxNWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-8239668864675241272</id><published>2009-10-07T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:04:53.001-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T06:04:53.001-07:00</app:edited><title>WHEN THE FLU GOES TO WORK, WILL YOU?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/8239668864675241272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=8239668864675241272" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8239668864675241272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8239668864675241272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/IXX95L9DDg0/when-flu-goes-to-work-will-you.html" title="WHEN THE FLU GOES TO WORK, WILL YOU?" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">When we’re not feeling, all we want to do is feel better. We’re so busy minding our health, we forget about minding our manners.H1N1, depending on with whom you’re talking, is coming our way with a vengeance along with the seasonal flu. Now, more than ever, is the time to go into germ control wherever you are, especially at your place of work.If you’re climbing up the ladder, slow down during flu&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=IXX95L9DDg0:xAvMmZaMQiU:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=IXX95L9DDg0:xAvMmZaMQiU:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/10/when-flu-goes-to-work-will-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NQn8-eip7ImA9WxNXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-6603833854446309495</id><published>2009-09-30T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:24:53.152-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-30T09:24:53.152-07:00</app:edited><title>Stealing the Show: Noisemakers, Filmmakers and Troublemakers</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/6603833854446309495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=6603833854446309495" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/6603833854446309495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/6603833854446309495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/NFu-_B-2lg0/stealing-show-noisemakers-filmmakers.html" title="Stealing the Show: Noisemakers, Filmmakers and Troublemakers" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">All Yvette wanted to do was sit back and enjoy Boz Scaggs and Michael McDonald in concert. She could hear everything just fine, but McDonald’s body had a camera for a head, compliments of the bootlegging filmmaker sitting in front of her. She wondered what to do, write off the concert or take action?  Hoping that he wasn’t some sort of nutcase, she took action.“Excuse me, sir, your camera and its&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=NFu-_B-2lg0:uv0nyIN3sYM:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=NFu-_B-2lg0:uv0nyIN3sYM:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/09/stealing-show-noisemakers-filmmakers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQXs9eip7ImA9WxNQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-8789795770016537370</id><published>2009-09-24T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:08:10.562-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T14:08:10.562-07:00</app:edited><title>The No Gift Request, Part One: Ignore it or respect it?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/8789795770016537370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=8789795770016537370" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8789795770016537370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/8789795770016537370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/jL14c9zB-WU/no-gift-request-part-one-ignore-it-or.html" title="The No Gift Request, Part One: Ignore it or respect it?" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">A couple of weeks ago, a very elegant, engraved invitation arrived for a special birthday celebration. There was an email address and phone number for RSVP’s and also a request, “No Gifts Please”. We are going to that party this evening and we are sure that there will be gifts. Many don’t believe in walking into a birthday party empty handed. It’s a show of gratitude and friendship and who doesn’&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=jL14c9zB-WU:w7JHIknGQyo:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?a=jL14c9zB-WU:w7JHIknGQyo:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/YvonneYvettetiquette?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/2009/09/no-gift-request-part-one-ignore-it-or.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMRn4-eip7ImA9WxNQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558011555631278718.post-877984831551508926</id><published>2009-09-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:33:07.052-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-16T08:33:07.052-07:00</app:edited><title>Heard Any Good Apologies Lately?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.yvonneandyvettetiquette.com/feeds/877984831551508926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7558011555631278718&amp;postID=877984831551508926" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/877984831551508926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558011555631278718/posts/default/877984831551508926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/YvonneYvettetiquette/~3/oMdU0RoibUA/heard-any-good-apologies-lately.html" title="Heard Any Good Apologies Lately?" /><author><name>Yvonne&amp;amp;Yvettetiquette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00290959321904112899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06784501703523778248" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><content type="html">In the past week, we’ve seen three displays of egregious behavior on television and not one of the offenders offered what we call a ‘clean apology’. They were big on excuses and double talk but not one stepped up to the plate immediately and apologized for their behavior. Their handlers did it for them, tweaking and re-tweaking stiff, souless statements.Since most of us don’t have handlers and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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