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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBR3o6fSp7ImA9WhdUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708</id><updated>2011-09-27T21:14:16.415-04:00</updated><title>Sloane's Day Off</title><subtitle type="html">Sooner or later, everyone goes to the zoo.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</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/blogspot/uMpX" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/umpx" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NR3c4eyp7ImA9WhdVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-3051367003130271647</id><published>2011-09-21T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:38:16.933-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T00:38:16.933-04:00</app:edited><title>Avoidance</title><content type="html">I haven't been avoiding the blog on purpose or anything, its just that the longer I go without posting anything, I feel silly coming back to it; like does anyone really care what I have to say anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I've written about is obsolete now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My snarky complaints about how I hate my job and boss are non existent.  I know everyone loved a scandalous Sidekick story, but since I changed jobs and I get along great with my boss (especially since she keeps throwing money at me) I have no complaints on the work front.  I actually LIKE going into work.  Shocker, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health problems?  I've accepted that I have these issues and have been making strides to take better care of myself, my thyroid and my intestines.  Nothing action packed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dirty?  We've turned into an old married couple after just one year.  I love it.  We are so well suited to each other, it makes ME sick sometimes.   We are enjoying spoiling each other (well, he spoils me and I take it), and we just bought a new car to celebrate our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar: before you ask, there ain't no babies in this uterus.  At this point, kids are not on the radar and I'm more than fine with that.  I did a lot of soul searching on that point and came to the conclusion that right now, I don't feel that a child would complete my life in any way.  I may feel differently later on, and if that happens and I wind up not being able to have a child biologically, then there are other options out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dirty is sending me and my sister to Universal Studios to the Harry Potter theme park for my 35th birthday.  Yes, 35.  Lift your jaw off the floor.  He's not coming because he is designing something for my second favorite thing in the entire world and is on a strict deadline.  I can't mention it until after it comes out due to confidentiality, but rest assured I am putting my 2 cents in what I think it should look like, and some of my ideas have already made it to the blueprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all folks.  Are you bored out of your brains after reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-3051367003130271647?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/j2cg59M6qCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3051367003130271647/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=3051367003130271647&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3051367003130271647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3051367003130271647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/j2cg59M6qCE/avoidance.html" title="Avoidance" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2011/09/avoidance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHRnc4cSp7ImA9WhZRFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4595401447900456405</id><published>2011-04-11T12:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:07:17.939-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T13:07:17.939-04:00</app:edited><title>11%</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I've been at this new job for a year. It flew by so fast, considering that I was out from September to December with the wedding and broken foot, and then for another couple of weeks in February. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Anyway, I met with my supervisor and her boss for my annual evaluation. I was a little scared, because I had so much time out, and came back to a lot of piled up work that I am still going through, but I received a glowing appraisal. I got a standard 3% cost of living raise, and I was happy. Signed my appraisal and was just about to leave the office, when my boss’s boss told me to sit down again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;This is when I got scared. I don't know why, but flashes of SK came through my head. (BTW, that is a hard thing to get over when you are at work because you always are waiting for the other shoe to drop.) My boss’s boss tells me that they are so happy with me and with the way that I behaved when I was out (working from home, conference calls, etc) that they want to offer me an 11% salary increase on top of the 3% cost of living. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Jigga What? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Toto, we definitely don't work for SK anymore. I was in shock...still am actually. I didn't get a 1% raise the entire time I worked for SK and that company, so to get such a large increase is overwhelming. This job is so cushy and I really got lucky when I fell into it. I mean, cafeteria, free movie tickets on payday, spa and gym services. I even got a laptop delivered when I was home with my busted foot, and then they paid for car service when I had my mobile boot on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Lucky. That's how I feel right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Although, I could have broken 6 figures if they would have given me 1% more. Eh, I'll suck it up and be happy. ;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-4595401447900456405?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/1V_ZnUN7XvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4595401447900456405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4595401447900456405&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4595401447900456405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4595401447900456405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/1V_ZnUN7XvU/11.html" title="11%" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2011/04/11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINRXwyeSp7ImA9WhZTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-5764846960914671621</id><published>2011-03-21T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:56:34.291-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-21T12:56:34.291-04:00</app:edited><title>In the Poorhouse</title><content type="html">Instead of giving up something for Lent, I have made a commitment to post more on this blog.  Today's offering will be done 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade current events style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?: My husband, Dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?: bought a 9 dollar box of lettuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?: Saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?: Whole Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?: because he has no common sense in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:  We went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to buy a set a curtains.  Since I still have the dizzies, I don't feel comfortable driving yet, so out of the kindness of his heart, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chauffeured&lt;/span&gt; me.  I'm sure it helped that the shopping center we went to had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GameStop&lt;/span&gt;, but I digress.  Since he wasn't interested in the curtains or any other nonsense there, he went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GameStop&lt;/span&gt;, and since I didn't know how long I was going to be, and in the interest of multitasking sent him off to Whole Foods with my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG, MASSIVE MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was pretty easy stuff on the list, you know, bread, eggs, milk, etc.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WF&lt;/span&gt; that we go to has a big bin of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound, and you can choose either a box or a bag as your vessel.  My list said box of lettuce.  I know what that means.  Box of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound.  To Dirty, box of lettuce means hydroponically grown baby Arugula from some boutique farm in California.  For NINE dollars!  NINE! (Never mind that currently in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sevvie&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aerogarden&lt;/span&gt; I am hydroponically growing arugula.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?:  I think he did that on purpose to get back at me for taking so long in BBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arugula was slamming though.  Mr. Moneybags made Beef &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carpaccio&lt;/span&gt; with Arugula salad that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-5764846960914671621?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/y0uHFx-8gmw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5764846960914671621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=5764846960914671621&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5764846960914671621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5764846960914671621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/y0uHFx-8gmw/in-poorhouse.html" title="In the Poorhouse" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-poorhouse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNR3kzcCp7ImA9WhZTE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-324249157912020203</id><published>2011-03-16T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:31:36.788-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-16T16:31:36.788-04:00</app:edited><title>Another Random Survey...3 posts this month!</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; 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TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Night or day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;How far away do you live from your crush?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;2 inches &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you like reading?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Ever done drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you play any instruments?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;clarinet and flute &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you try and fill awkward silences?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you post lyrics as facebook statuses?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Whats your favourite movie genre?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;documentaries &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you speak any foreign languages?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes, spanish and italian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you have more boy friends or girl friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;never counted &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Is there someone you care a lot about too far away for your to visit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever used someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;define "used" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Has someone ever used you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;How do you feel about "friends with benefits"?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;medical benefits? awesome! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;When you are really sad what can make you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;chocolate cupcakes and my kindle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What are your plans for today?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;blowing this popsicle stand and getting in my pj's &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Are you tight with your family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you know anyone openly gay?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you like Goldfish crackers?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;pretzel only &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Whats a really funny last name of someone you know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;n/a&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What would you say to the last person that broke your heart?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;nothing. they are no longer relevant in my life. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What's the most morally wrong thing you've ever done?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;I'm not telling you. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone's boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Who's your best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;corny answer- my hubz &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you like Thanksgiving?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;favorite holiday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What's the most intersting school subject?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;spelling? since you can't. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What would you name your children if you had any?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;let me decide if I want kids before I start naming them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What would you do if you or your partner was pregnant right now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;I would die laughing, and want to find out who the mother is &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you deal with pain well? :&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;depends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever had braces or other appliances in your mouth?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What do you think of tongue piercings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;meh. no thought &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Would you ever get one?^^^:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;How do you feel about marriage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;so far, so good &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;What time is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;4:30pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Do you like school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Where are you most frequently besides your house/work/school.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;train&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever liked someone you thought didn't know you existed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;que que? wtf with this question &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #f000ba 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fae0f5; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; WIDTH: 50%; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: #f000ba 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px" valign="top"&gt;How do you feel about labels?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fca6e9; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;in my clothes? i cut them out. labeling people? 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&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Sloane &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What have you done today? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Nothing but this survey so far.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have something more important that you should be doing? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Working&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;How's your love life? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Great &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Ipod &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have any piercings or tattoos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Ears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you want any piercings or tattoos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Contemplating tattoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have any bruises right now? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Yes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;How's your hair looking today? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Decent for once.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Who's the last person you texted? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Cousin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with A, G, J, R, or Z? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you dress up a lot? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;No. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Last dream you remember having? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;I don’t remember my dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What is your dream car?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Audi 8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you eat when you're bored? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Who doesn’t?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Are you insecure? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Nah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Are you a good singer? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;In the shower, I win American Idol all the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What is your favorite TV show? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have to ask? Jersey Shore, of course. I am also partial to RuPaul’s Drag Race, which is all that different if you think about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Favorite band/artist? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Depends on what mood I’m in; mostly Ghostface Killa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Season? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have any pets? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Only an Aerogarden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Which parent do you look the most like? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Mother&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Any siblings? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Younger sis and Older Bro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;When's the last time you cried? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;In the hospital during an uncomfortable exam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;When's the last time you laughed? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;3 seconds ago at a client who was trying to bullshit me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Last time you laughed so hard you cried? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;When my 3 year old niece fist pumped at me on webcam when I was in the hospital. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have any role models/heroes? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;My grams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Boring work clothes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Do you have any posters in your bedroom? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Dirty won’t let me keep my Bieber poster in the bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; Also, I am not 12.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What is your opinion on Lady Gaga? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Meh, I don’t have an opinion on her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Are you tired? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Favorite sport? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;MMA fighting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Last time you were sick? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;February&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;What kind of mood are you in?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Sarcastic. What else is new?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-6214868375592153921?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/wn_pBNgjPeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6214868375592153921/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=6214868375592153921&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/6214868375592153921?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/6214868375592153921?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/wn_pBNgjPeY/random-survey-aka-bored-at-work.html" title="Random Survey... aka Bored at Work" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-survey-aka-bored-at-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUDQXY_cSp7ImA9WhZTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-3542835253475567574</id><published>2011-03-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:57:50.849-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-13T20:57:50.849-04:00</app:edited><title>Is Anyone Still Here?</title><content type="html">You know when you get a new boyfriend, and you neglect your old friends?  Well that's how I feel about this blog.  I think about the blog all the time, but am too embarrassed to post, because it has been so long, and my blog has probably moved on.  Weird, but that's my thought process.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a ton of stuff to share, but don't know where to begin.  I think that I want to ease back into blogging by doing a meme of some sort.  I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sort of lost now, and instead of making this post into a brain dump, I will end it here by saying that I spent my first married Valentine's Day (even though it is a BS holiday) in the hospital with a kidney infection, and then Dirty and I hit 6 months of wedded bliss, which we celebrated by playing Lego Harry Potter for XBox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was Harry, he was the sidekick.  My hubz loves me so much.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-3542835253475567574?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/oWaVDlRaXPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3542835253475567574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=3542835253475567574&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3542835253475567574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3542835253475567574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/oWaVDlRaXPY/is-anyone-still-here.html" title="Is Anyone Still Here?" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-anyone-still-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DRHg7cSp7ImA9Wx9TFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4706368651897933898</id><published>2010-11-22T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:44:35.609-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-22T12:44:35.609-05:00</app:edited><title>What I Did In 2 Months of Marriage- by Sloane</title><content type="html">Marriage is fun.  It is cool when you can do fun things.  Some of these fun things are staying up late, sleeping in late and playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  It is cool not to have to be bossed around by your parents anymore and no one yells at you for eating chocolate cookies or making a mess.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lest you think I am losing my mind, that paragraph above was written for me by my flower girl before I got married.  She's 7; and she left out a few things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we have been back from the hm, we have settled into a normal routine; you know, wake up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, go to sleep.  Lather, rinse, repeat.   Oh, but I left out break your foot in 2 places and be out of work for 6 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, you heard me.  I have a broken foot that has been in a cast since Oct. 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Awesome.  It was so freaking painful, I can't even describe.  Anyway, my job paid for me to take a car service from my house to my job for the first few days (it was a black limousine, for real), but I couldn't take the pain, so I've been working from home on an agency laptop that was purchased for me.  Did I ever mention how lucky I was to find this job?  Well I was and am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to give props to Dirty for really stepping up his game and taking care of me 110%.  Don't tell him I told you, but before he goes to work, he prepares my breakfast, and lunch and then comes home and cooks dinner.  He's also been handling the food shopping and the laundry. (He drops it off, but still)  The only thing he drew the line at was cleaning and I don't blame him.  We have a crew come in once a week and they do everything top to bottom.  He's has even started the house hunt per my instructions.  I did marry a winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's where I am right now.  I haven't taken a proper shower in 6 weeks and can't wait until this cast comes off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-4706368651897933898?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/ZswiM6p1wfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4706368651897933898/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4706368651897933898&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4706368651897933898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4706368651897933898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/ZswiM6p1wfs/what-i-did-in-2-months-of-marriage-by.html" title="What I Did In 2 Months of Marriage- by Sloane" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-did-in-2-months-of-marriage-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHR345fyp7ImA9Wx5WEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-2430694390157165036</id><published>2010-09-19T18:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:15:36.027-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-20T21:15:36.027-04:00</app:edited><title>I'm Back... Did You Miss Me?</title><content type="html">Yup, I'm back and married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day and those that are my FB friends have probably seen most of the pictures, but if not, send me an email and I will friend you. I am posting a few here, but will be taking them down shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uh-Oh...You snooze, you lose :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hyphenated my name on Facebook, so you KNOW its official now.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curacao was awesome, but that is a post for another day, but I came home to no TV, Internet or phone service because of a tornado that hit.  Like WTF?  Jersey Shore withdrawls fa realz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-2430694390157165036?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/jnb6dvqlEM0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/2430694390157165036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=2430694390157165036&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/2430694390157165036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/2430694390157165036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/jnb6dvqlEM0/im-back-did-you-miss-me.html" title="I'm Back... Did You Miss Me?" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-back-did-you-miss-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ER3gzcSp7ImA9Wx5QEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-8939320816302230027</id><published>2010-08-30T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:40:06.689-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-30T11:40:06.689-04:00</app:edited><title>5 Days</title><content type="html">We are in the home stretch people!  5 more days until I become Mrs. Sloane Peterson-Super Ethnic Last Name.  &lt;p&gt;Oh, I&amp;#39;m hypenating. Did I ever tell you guys that? Apparently my super ethnic last name matches perfectly with his super ethnic last name and there you have it. Meant to be!&lt;p&gt;Our final count was 215. Manageable. We have a lot of surprises in store for our guests and I can&amp;#39;t wait!&lt;p&gt;Bachelorette party was this past Saturday and we did a cooking class and a sleepover. Nice and mellow and so fun.&lt;p&gt;Keep your eyes peeled on FB for pics of the big day!  I&amp;#39;m calm right now, with only a few bridezilla episodes, but it looks like it will be an awesome day!&lt;p&gt;See you in a few weeks after the honeymoon.&lt;p&gt;Hugsies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-8939320816302230027?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/AURBBKkp4gE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8939320816302230027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=8939320816302230027&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8939320816302230027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8939320816302230027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/AURBBKkp4gE/5-days.html" title="5 Days" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CRHg4eyp7ImA9Wx5TEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4721150896350880726</id><published>2010-07-26T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:44:25.633-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T19:44:25.633-04:00</app:edited><title>40 Days</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything has hit me this past weekend that I am getting married in less than 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca- Ra- Zay!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked our menu yesterday and man, if someone leaves my wedding hungry, they have serious problems.  We are having a massive cocktail hour with hand carved meats, pasta bar, Italian deli meats and cheeses,  seafood selections, and some other hot food stuff I can't remember right now, and especially for me, a bread station, with like 12 different types of bread, assorted crackers and other carb-y goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the cocktail hour, a 5 course sit down dinner, with the works. But what I looking forward to most of all is our Viennese Hour, with any and every dessert you can dream about.  You want cheesecake? Sure.  A chocolate eclair? No problem.  Hot fudge sundae? By all means.   Oh and yes, even a chocolate fountain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that my friends is how its done the old school Italian way.  From someone who didn't want a massive wedding, I have turned into this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/TE4bXgIFb-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rftCuJQFGpo/s320/bzilla.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498362285640740834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a closing note, I would like to also mention that July 29th will be epic.   Not only is it the Season Premiere of the Jersey Shore, and that I am going for my first dress fitting with veil and everything; I am getting a raise at work for successfully passing my probation period, and for securing a contract with the Feds, yo.  That is one more raise than I got while working with SK.  I didn't write about my trip to DC here, but I presented my agency for a contract in DC and won.  Eat that SK.  So now, my agency is in charge of all of the maintenance work for all the governmental buildings in DC.  The Capitol, Library of Congress, Lincoln Memorial, you get the picture.  Let me just say that having security clearance and sitting in the Senate is freaking awesome.  There was nobody there, but still. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Thanks J for the pic.  Can you tell I heart it?&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/27039708-4721150896350880726?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/t5OmDob36Xc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4721150896350880726/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4721150896350880726&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4721150896350880726?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4721150896350880726?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/t5OmDob36Xc/40-days.html" title="40 Days" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/TE4bXgIFb-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rftCuJQFGpo/s72-c/bzilla.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/07/40-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GRH47cCp7ImA9WxFUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-7954307911821227932</id><published>2010-06-28T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:17:05.008-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-28T17:17:05.008-04:00</app:edited><title>Officially Official</title><content type="html">In a little less than 70 days, I will be getting married.  The past few weeks have been a whirlwind.  I was totally surprised at my bridal shower, and was truly overwhelmed at how generous people were towards me and Dirty. Pictures are on FB if you want to see them. &lt;p&gt;Today has been momentous in its own way.  We sent out our invites.  No turning back now.  It&amp;#39;s really happening.  We sent out a total of 163 invites, for a grand total of approximately 325 guests, not including kids.  Pick your jaw off the floor... it&amp;#39;s my big fat Italian wedding!  Let&amp;#39;s hope that the standard 20% decline, leaving me with a paltry 260. :P &lt;p&gt;So now it becomes a waiting game for the responses to trickle in.  Going for my first fitting in a few weeks and finally bought a comfortable pair of shoes.  I&amp;#39;m getting there.  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-7954307911821227932?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/oXi1fFYPxYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7954307911821227932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=7954307911821227932&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7954307911821227932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7954307911821227932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/oXi1fFYPxYo/officially-official.html" title="Officially Official" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/06/officially-official.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GQX4_eip7ImA9WxFXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4142181157054262596</id><published>2010-05-24T10:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:53:40.042-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T10:53:40.042-04:00</app:edited><title>103 Days... It's So Real</title><content type="html">If you are my FB friend, you know that last week I posted a status about shit getting real. Well here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474847040625051874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S_qQYGAOCOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SidZwxSijCU/s320/PICT0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474847035186763346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S_qQXxvoVlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iaeKFbBLro4/s320/PICT0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474847034553930418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S_qQXvYwErI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Fa93eJZPRbA/s320/PICT0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is peeps. Don't mind the wrinkled dress, it just came out of the box. I am also standing on a sheet covered pedestal, so obviously the dress needs to be hemmed. Its here and I am starting to get a little scared. :)&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/27039708-4142181157054262596?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/d7knMJviJtw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4142181157054262596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4142181157054262596&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4142181157054262596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4142181157054262596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/d7knMJviJtw/103-days-its-so-real.html" title="103 Days... It's So Real" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S_qQYGAOCOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SidZwxSijCU/s72-c/PICT0060.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/05/103-days-its-so-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAASH89eyp7ImA9WxFQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-3787850263089283975</id><published>2010-05-06T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:12:29.163-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T11:12:29.163-04:00</app:edited><title>Seriously, I Want to Get Married...</title><content type="html">to the chef of the culinary program here. Do you think Dirty would mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays menu copied straight from my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soups&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cream of Broccoli Cheddar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab Cakes with Sweet Potato French Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Empanadas with Pineapple Salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast Beef and Ceasar Salad on Garlic Bread (sounds gross, but totally awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable and CousCous Stuffed Artichokes with Remoulade Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Salads and Sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Green Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Bean and Tomato Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice Pilaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desserts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip Mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Salad with Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take it easy or else I will never fit into my dress in 121 days. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-3787850263089283975?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/pLG-UrV2M6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3787850263089283975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=3787850263089283975&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3787850263089283975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3787850263089283975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/pLG-UrV2M6k/seriously-i-want-to-get-married.html" title="Seriously, I Want to Get Married..." /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/05/seriously-i-want-to-get-married.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EARno-cCp7ImA9WxFRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-7551803618799395569</id><published>2010-04-28T12:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:27:27.458-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T13:27:27.458-04:00</app:edited><title>Is It Too Early To Say I Love You?</title><content type="html">I know it has only been 3 days since I started my new job, but I am in L-O-V-E! The staff here is awesome, I am third in command, the office that I am in has cathedral ceilings and a massive double pane window, and the second day I was here, the culinary students brought me homemade chocolate donuts as a welcome present. Um, awesome. I am convinced that this is God's way of rewarding my patience with staying with the old company and putting up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SK's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad you liked my invite. I designed and assembled it myself. I had them printed by one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dirty's&lt;/span&gt; printing guys and bought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pocketfolds&lt;/span&gt; online. I think I may be changing the design and the colors a bit. That invite is a pain to put together, with the ribbon and different layers, and takes a lot of time, so I may just skip the ribbon and re-do the monogram. I think that this may turn into a nice little side business... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; here I come. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we finally booked our Honeymoon. We are going to Curacao for 14 days. Getting married during hurricane season really limits your choices. So we are doing 7 days at the &lt;a href="http://www.kurahulanda.com/en/lodge"&gt;Kura Hulanda Lodge&lt;/a&gt; in an Ocean Front Suite, and 7 days at the &lt;a href="http://baoase.com/index.php"&gt;Baoase Luxury Resort&lt;/a&gt; in an Ocean Front Suite. Is it bad to say that I am looking forward to the vacation more than the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: The best part about my new job is that the CEO of this said to me that she doesn't expect me to work for the entire day, that she is realistic about employees needing to do personal stuff at work, and that company doesn't believe in blocking any computer activity. What? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hulu&lt;/span&gt; at work? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, if you insist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-7551803618799395569?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/jmpPAR_6HSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7551803618799395569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=7551803618799395569&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7551803618799395569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7551803618799395569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/jmpPAR_6HSI/is-it-too-early-to-say-i-love-you.html" title="Is It Too Early To Say I Love You?" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-it-too-early-to-say-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGRHgzcCp7ImA9WxFSGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-7294723558808162651</id><published>2010-04-21T13:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:48:45.688-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-21T13:48:45.688-04:00</app:edited><title>Wedding Stuff</title><content type="html">Just got the hard copy sample of my invite. It is surreal and scary now. Let me know what you think. Obviously, I have done a bit of editing... gotta keep myself incognito, ya know? I'm curious to hear opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462647687657324482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S885ISvsf8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/TYJfaR6f8xU/s320/mariadi001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inside:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462647692953336626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S885ImeXOzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/i-88_26jDiw/s320/blog+invite.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its in 136 days. OMG. vom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-7294723558808162651?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/Q-2rdBnrF00" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/7294723558808162651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=7294723558808162651&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7294723558808162651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/7294723558808162651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/Q-2rdBnrF00/wedding-stuff.html" title="Wedding Stuff" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S885ISvsf8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/TYJfaR6f8xU/s72-c/mariadi001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/04/wedding-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYARH07cCp7ImA9WxFSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-5600942864698199240</id><published>2010-04-19T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:22:25.308-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-19T12:22:25.308-04:00</app:edited><title>I Think the Magic 8 Ball Has Found Its New Home</title><content type="html">The whole me not working for a while thing?  Yeah, it ran its course after 2 weeks.  I am just so freaking bored at home that I feel my intelligence slowly slipping away little by little.  There are only so many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; games and so much Maury you can watch before you start re-evaluating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the wedding stuff is done, just in debate mode with Dirty about a few little surprises for the reception, so I have been contacting some of the agencies that I was interviewing with prior to me leaving my old job.  Wouldn't you know that the developed a position for me, at more than twice what I was making with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt;, with a sweet signing bonus and some other awesome perks; like free movie tickets on Fridays, gym membership, transportation and food.  I took it.  I start next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so good for my confidence that something like this came along.  Working with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt;, my skills and abilities were always put down, so I always thought I wasn't good enough for something like this.  The whole vibe here is totally different.  The Director is down to earth and so knowledgeable about things.  Right off, she wanted to hear ideas that I had to change and mold the program into something great.  So we were just talking and I said something, and Friday I found out that they have implemented it... under MY name.  She didn't pull a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt; and take credit for the idea, which is something that I will need to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 8 Ball will be coming with me on Monday.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-5600942864698199240?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/4JGaFiqUs14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5600942864698199240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=5600942864698199240&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5600942864698199240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5600942864698199240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/4JGaFiqUs14/i-think-magic-8-ball-has-found-its-new.html" title="I Think the Magic 8 Ball Has Found Its New Home" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-magic-8-ball-has-found-its-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQn87fSp7ImA9WxFTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-867680738154940071</id><published>2010-04-05T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:54:23.105-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-05T17:54:23.105-04:00</app:edited><title>Did You See That?</title><content type="html">It was a pig flying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had my last day at work and more than anything it felt surreal.  Like it hasn't hit me that I can sleep late and bum around doing nothing for the near future.  It's an awesome feeling... and kind of scary at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest part of the whole thing is that Sidekick called me into her office and APOLOGIZED to me.  She basically told me that she was sorry for being an overbearing micromanager and that she should have promoted me when she got the chance, but she was intimidated by me and my rapport with clients and the rest of the staff.  She apologized for undermining me and for taking my ideas and passing them as her own.  She also said that if our positions were reversed she wouldn't have been so gracious as I was towards her.  She seemed sincere, but I also took it with a grain of salt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am free...and it feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-867680738154940071?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/_T3LETa8F6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/867680738154940071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=867680738154940071&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/867680738154940071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/867680738154940071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/_T3LETa8F6M/did-you-see-that_05.html" title="Did You See That?" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-see-that_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBR3s-eSp7ImA9WxBbFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-5562724168405976278</id><published>2010-03-15T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:04:16.551-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T13:04:16.551-04:00</app:edited><title>Big Things in 2010</title><content type="html">So this posting once every whenever I feel like it has gotten me annoyed. When I started writing this blog, I wanted to chronicle my life and happenings. As of late, that is not happening. I am going to make a real conscious effort to post more often... Dare I say it, at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is in writing I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last year when I was so excited to hand in a resignation letter and leave this hell-hole I call my job. Well, I did it again. I resigned. This time leaving for good. I can't take the politics, cliques and overall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckiness&lt;/span&gt; of coming into this office every day. I don't have another job as of yet, but have a few prospects, but I am totally not stressed about work for the first time in a LONG time. Dirty has been very supportive, as a good sugar daddy should be. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation with Sidekick was comical to say the least. She is so lost. I handed in my letter and she looked at it and asked me where I was going. I told her the truth, that I don't have another job, and she looked at me dead in my face and said, "Since you come from a rich family and are marrying a rich guy you don't have to work anyway". I was laughing on the inside, but said "You damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skippy&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had the nerve to ask me to extend my resignation because she will be out on vacation. Guess what I said? Yeah, you guys know me well enough to know what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I would totally love to because I am a loyal employee and all that, but my fiance surprised me with a trip to Atlantic City to celebrate me resigning. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F her and the horse she rode in on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-5562724168405976278?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/wP0uQaFqQMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5562724168405976278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=5562724168405976278&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5562724168405976278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5562724168405976278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/wP0uQaFqQMU/big-things-in-2010.html" title="Big Things in 2010" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-things-in-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQX4-fyp7ImA9WxBWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-5209745982560001223</id><published>2010-02-08T16:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:50:00.057-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-08T19:50:00.057-05:00</app:edited><title>253</title><content type="html">Lots going on in Sloane world, so I figure I will give a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That number in the title? The number of people on the guest list. About 25 of those people are friends of Dirty or myself. Everyone else is family or some obligation invite that our parents added. Help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other useless trivia? The florist that we are using did the Jonas brother wedding. Another bit of useless trivia? Our sample centerpieces were also taped for an episode of Platinum Weddings. Famous by association to a bunch of flowers. Keep your eyes peeled for them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435992444199487010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S3CGU643xiI/AAAAAAAAANs/yYfD1j2KRvM/s320/PICT0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I am only a couple of platinum short of a Platinum Wedding myself. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other exciting news, I have a few interviews scheduled for the next few weeks. Really excited about both of them, so send good vibes my way. I know it is bad to be making any kind of move in this economy, but I'm done here. I'll get more into it at a later date, but suffice to say SK has a lot to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a story about how my SIL told me that she will be at my wedding, but that too will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&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/27039708-5209745982560001223?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/vz58cwuZG-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/5209745982560001223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=5209745982560001223&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5209745982560001223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/5209745982560001223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/vz58cwuZG-8/253.html" title="253" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/S3CGU643xiI/AAAAAAAAANs/yYfD1j2KRvM/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/02/253.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHQHc_fip7ImA9WxBQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-8409628480434429331</id><published>2010-01-11T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:50:31.946-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-11T15:50:31.946-05:00</app:edited><title>Oh Em Gee!!</title><content type="html">Let me just tell you that this year has started with a BANG, or more to the point a POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture it, me in my black North Face jacket braving the inner bowels of hell, aka the NYC Subway on her way to work this morning. I am standing on the platform as per usual, listening to my I-Pod, minding my own B.I. business reading waiting for the train that is approaching. Snuggled in my gloved grasp is my new Kindle (thanks Santa), awaiting my entrance on the train, when I hear a commotion behind me. Lo and behold, two unsavory characters, one dude and one lady were running on the platform screaming at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-Weet. Loves me some dramz in the morning. Anywho, I lower the volume on the I-Pod so I can eavesdrop without getting caught, and start to get on the train. I am standing by the door when the characters run up into the train and the dude grabs the lady by the hood, flips her around and punches her straight in the face. I jump out of the way, cradling my precious Kindle, worried that when her nose started bleeding that some blood would get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are gangsta in NYC, the conductor tried to close the doors on the fighting couple a few times, but they weren't moving. Back and forth they were beating the hell out of each other, screaming nonsense back and forth. Finally the cops came and split them up. The lady then started screaming that the short girl with the red glasses in the black North Face saw the whole thing and that she can tell the cops what happened. I was looking around, hoping that they weren't talking about me, and although black NF's are a dime a freaking dozen in NYC, wouldn't you know that I was the only one in the train car that had one on. Awesome. So the cop asked me to get off the train and give a statement about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Apparently, the scuffle was drug related, in that the lady promised the dude drugs and took his money and literally ran. Serves her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Crackies follow me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I had to take the rest of the day off, because like Sammi from Jersey Shore, "I was like totally traumatized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PPS: My Kindle is totally fine. I had to download the entire Harry Potter collection in order for her to forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-8409628480434429331?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/eomrOYyhZSg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8409628480434429331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=8409628480434429331&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8409628480434429331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8409628480434429331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/eomrOYyhZSg/oh-em-gee.html" title="Oh Em Gee!!" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-em-gee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQnc_eyp7ImA9WxBSFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4733705390148592349</id><published>2009-12-24T11:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:11:53.943-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-24T12:11:53.943-05:00</app:edited><title>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type="html">As I sit here at work, wasting time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, listing to non-stop Christmas music, reading blogs and &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html"&gt;tracking Santa here&lt;/a&gt; , I have been thinking back on this past year; one of the weirdest, most surreal years I have ever lived through. With super highs and horrible lows, I hope that 2010 will be kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best prezzie of all? Sidekick kicked up her return date to 12/29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa better make that up to me by bringing me a Kindle like I asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-4733705390148592349?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/kY5-S2-tYcE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4733705390148592349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4733705390148592349&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4733705390148592349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4733705390148592349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/kY5-S2-tYcE/merry-christmas.html" title="Merry Christmas!!" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFRng5eip7ImA9WxNaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-4005969602793603717</id><published>2009-12-04T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:08:37.622-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T19:08:37.622-05:00</app:edited><title>Heaven Sent</title><content type="html">Someone up there really, really, really loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on vacation this whole week, and have done nothing but lay around in my pajamas and watched television. Not only has Maury had paternity tests and out of control teenagers on (BTW, so much WIN for those episodes), but some executive created the best show on the face of this green earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move ova Flavor/Rock of Love hoes; welcome to the Jersey Shore, bitches. Peep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:455648" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1626183%26vid%3D455648%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A455648" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:458327" base="." allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="configParams=id%3D1626761%26vid%3D458327%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A458327"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/shows/jersey_shore/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, LOVE IT!! Love the hair, the eyebrows, the accents, and the VOLUME!!!! Comedy gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do anything for yourself, please watch this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trainwreck&lt;/span&gt;. You will not be disappointed. Consider this my Christmas gift to you.   Smooches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Yes, these are my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brethren&lt;/span&gt;, but no, I do not claim them or act like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-4005969602793603717?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/zSlwsaEYJFs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/4005969602793603717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=4005969602793603717&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4005969602793603717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/4005969602793603717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/zSlwsaEYJFs/heaven-sent.html" title="Heaven Sent" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven-sent.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDSHYzcCp7ImA9WxNaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-3992655494770009105</id><published>2009-11-24T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:01:19.888-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-24T14:01:19.888-05:00</app:edited><title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><content type="html">Remember when I said that having Dirty make all of the wedding plans was awesome? Yeah, not so much. He has become Groomzilla and it is making me CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I enjoy that he is so detailed oriented when dealing with the vendors that we have selected (only flowers and limo to go), but when it comes to all of the other things, he is a tedious micro-manager reminiscent of Sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need examples? I've got millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colors- what man cares about the color of the wedding, particularly bridesmaids dresses? I want a burnt orange/rust color and he has been on my ass the whole time about making sure that the color is something that can be contrasted with the flowers. Ok, I get that he is into design, but seriously? Give it a rest homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking of flowers, is it possible that he wants more flowers than me? I want simple centerpieces for the tables, a vase with some tall flowers and twigs. Cheap and easy, since we have 25 tables that we need to cover. He's talking calla lilies, orchids and roses. The centerpieces alone will break the bank, not even counting the bouquets, boutonnieres and corsages. We got two quotes from the florist: $2500 for my style, $5600 for his. Guess which one we are going with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't even get me started on the gift registry. I mean every freaking time I want to put something on there, it's like 20 questions about why I selected the item I did. I mean, really? A registry is like a wish list of all the things you love that you may never get to buy for yourself. I didn't put crazy expensive things on there, just stuff that is sturdy and durable for everyday. Do we need to talk about the 800 dollar espresso machine that HE wants to put on there? Hell No. We talk about the 19.99 set of kitchen utensils that I put on there that comes with every kitchen gadget known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honeymoon: Sloane wants: to sit on my ass and read a book. Dirty wants: all inclusive, architectural sightseeing, deep sea fishing, hiking, diving, and whatever other activity you can think of. Needless to say, this is a source of stress on his part, because he is looking for the PERFECT place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on, but I am tired from having stupid discussions about how the forks we choose to eat with identify us as a couple to our guests. I just want to play Roller Coaster Kingdom on Facebook. Wake me when September 2010 is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-3992655494770009105?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/cPcWIUcVGow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/3992655494770009105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=3992655494770009105&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3992655494770009105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/3992655494770009105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/cPcWIUcVGow/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html" title="Be Careful What You Wish For" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEASX4-eyp7ImA9WxNbEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-6098113118865771196</id><published>2009-11-12T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:54:08.053-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T19:54:08.053-05:00</app:edited><title>Cleaning Up The Joint</title><content type="html">I've finally changed the template and finally added a bunch of links to my favorite blogs.  I think there are some still missing, like the private ones, so if you don't see yourselves on here, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-6098113118865771196?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/Cl50Z6wmKaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/6098113118865771196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=6098113118865771196&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/6098113118865771196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/6098113118865771196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/Cl50Z6wmKaM/cleaning-up-joint.html" title="Cleaning Up The Joint" /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2009/11/cleaning-up-joint.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAERno8eyp7ImA9WxNVEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27039708.post-8396160956735717341</id><published>2009-10-20T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:45:07.473-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T13:45:07.473-04:00</app:edited><title>Drumroll Please...</title><content type="html">So you are asking about the wedding planning, eh? So it's like this... I only have a venue and a DJ picked out. Dirty has been HOUNDING me to pick a photographer and videographer, and I am dragging my feet. Did you ever see a more uninvolved bride? Luckily, he is overinvolved, and does all the research so that I can just make a final decision and get what I want without sticking a finger in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did find a dress. The best dress. My dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like in Harry Potter where the wand finds the wizard, this dress found its bride. ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further ado here is the gown in which I will be giving up my spinster-hood and become a wife: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394738000215483922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/St31oO8lJhI/AAAAAAAAANE/L7fpfBQLJTQ/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I will be giving the same fierce attitude in my wedding pics. You must go &lt;a href="http://www.casablancabridal.com/collections/view/26/320"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; though to see the back of it, which is what I fell in love with.  Enlarge the pics so you can marvel in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27039708-8396160956735717341?l=sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~4/U2M6Vl2bysI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/feeds/8396160956735717341/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27039708&amp;postID=8396160956735717341&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8396160956735717341?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27039708/posts/default/8396160956735717341?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/uMpX/~3/U2M6Vl2bysI/drumroll-please.html" title="Drumroll Please..." /><author><name>Sloane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12596691743875080481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/516/2839/320/5465.3.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SqUS5McuOk/St31oO8lJhI/AAAAAAAAANE/L7fpfBQLJTQ/s72-c/dress.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sloanesdayoff.blogspot.com/2009/10/drumroll-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

