<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:43:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-3141677808064419401</id><published>2009-06-30T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:55:02.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So concludes another week of my life. They really fly by.... if i had three wishes, one would be that I never needed sleep- just think how much time you would have for other things in life?? Anyways... This weekend was fun, a girls outing with excessive, unnecessary spending and way too many carbs for dinner (not that i actually care about my carb intake, I simply dislike having to be rolled out of a restaurant) and large party on 6Th South and State, which&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand it to the party thr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqVrqGdRjI/AAAAAAAAADY/B67J23y6f4M/s1600-h/garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqVrqGdRjI/AAAAAAAAADY/B67J23y6f4M/s320/garden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353255684351542834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owers- kudos for only being 21 and throwing such an incredible bash-o-lah. After a medium lengthy stay us ladies had to jet to escape the growing crowd that was growing more and more intoxicated. Shortly after we left, the "man" showed up and I then thanked the now older person in me, that has an earlier bedtime and lower stamina level, for leaving and avoided being trampled by the underage drinkers to their designated escape routes... This summer has been fairly chill and I am super glad for that. I have taken note to the fact that I am kind of a schedule stuffer/workaholic- by that i mean, booked at least two weeks in advanced. Not that i am "that important" and everyone wants time with me- half the time it's simply me stuffing my own schedule until it's so packed i can't exhale too fast or i may not find another second to schedule in an extra breath.  So the fact that i didn't know what I was do&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqWDSB6SRI/AAAAAAAAADg/dI73bm_kVAM/s1600-h/PhotoshootJune2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqWDSB6SRI/AAAAAAAAADg/dI73bm_kVAM/s320/PhotoshootJune2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353256090206882066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing for the fourth of July until yesterday is, in my opinion, a monumental stride in my quest to become less anal retentive about life and how my time is spent. I ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqVhQ56dOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mw5mWc5zKFI/s1600-h/garden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqVhQ56dOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mw5mWc5zKFI/s320/garden3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353255505789351138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve actually also picked up a new hobby- rollerskating. I am totally in love and feel like (cheese....) i am sort of free doing it. Of course I will fall, and when this happens be ready for a blog full of blood and guts. (I had to hug two light poles yesterday to keep from flying into on coming traffic-but alas my ego is still intact). Well, as far as the rest of life goes i am about 105 degrees and need to regroup with a snow cone.... Pictures are from mine and Cassie's latest little photo Operation... such wannabies- but it's fun! And good for my amateur portfolio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-3141677808064419401?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3141677808064419401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=3141677808064419401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3141677808064419401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3141677808064419401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-concludes-another-week-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SkqVrqGdRjI/AAAAAAAAADY/B67J23y6f4M/s72-c/garden2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-2810601171562259349</id><published>2009-06-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:51:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's on Vacation." - Mrs. Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't you wish that there were speakers to make a soundtrack for your life's moments? For example; when you lock eyes with a beaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;iful guy and he slowly walks toward you it  could play 'You Sexy Thing'  by Hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Chocolate to help ease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;nerves. Or when you stand in a rain storm, or look at the sunset, when you are racing to catch the subway, while helpin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;g someone, graduations and defining moments, all your "firsts" or when you finally realized who were.... I wonder what my soundtrack would be compiled of?? What would yours?... Some random food for thought I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So an update on life.... This summer has been great, full of a few small trips and apartment hunting. The ladies and I went to Vegas to celebrate- Life. It was so fun, maybe a little too much fun and took me at least a week to recover. I met some really great, interesting people which of course is one of my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; thing about traveling anywhere. I returned home from there and was back to life in reality. Things that bring sanity to my temporary stay here in Utah are those little get-a-ways (kind of like a few mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;nutes at those o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/Sjcjzh1HJ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/c4VyYaXbz_c/s1600-h/VEGAS+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/Sjcjzh1HJ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/c4VyYaXbz_c/s320/VEGAS+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782450687190930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;xygen bars in the mall- or a detox from the dry ideals and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; close minded attitude of Utah- generalizing of course). After a few weeks I packed a "small" bag and went to stay with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/Sjcjb9pNqDI/AAAAAAAAACo/lQDRVrqGij0/s1600-h/tao+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/Sjcjb9pNqDI/AAAAAAAAACo/lQDRVrqGij0/s320/tao+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347782045836617778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and sister-in-law in San Fransisco. I haven't been too many places yet, but in my small amount of travels it's the city that fits me the most. I might have to call that home someday in the near future. Kasey took me all around, showed me her old apt and stomping grounds. We shopped, went to some cool scenic places and then met up with her friend T.J. (who is so much like me, it was almos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SjctbHWdQ2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hJRBdKSzI74/s1600-h/Californication+May+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SjctbHWdQ2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hJRBdKSzI74/s320/Californication+May+2009+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793026378711906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t a little bizarre-a good bizarre, but bizarre none-the-less). I then relaxed for a good amount of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;s, it was only then that i realized how busy i keep myself, maybe a dirty little habit i picked up from living with New Yorkers for so many years. I've been back now for a few weeks and am itching to go somewhere again. I just found a really great house after MANY, MANY hours and days and weeks of obnoxious hunting. It's perfect and can't wait to move in. Well, i have more adventures in "Tori's Perpetual Freakishly Freaky Dating Life" but I am not in the right mood to give the stories the justice they deserve. And to be completely honest, one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; particular story still feels a bit raw and stings a bit, but when it becomes a stagnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t part of my life, it will make for some fabulous laughs. So stay tuned y'all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from a Loveless Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-2810601171562259349?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2810601171562259349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=2810601171562259349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/2810601171562259349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/2810601171562259349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-on-vacation-mrs-gump.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s on Vacation.&quot; - Mrs. Gump'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/Sjcjzh1HJ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/c4VyYaXbz_c/s72-c/VEGAS+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-3955022055648562765</id><published>2009-03-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:51:55.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SbnU_3Ph_gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IsJfryV-w7U/s1600-h/victoria2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SbnU_3Ph_gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IsJfryV-w7U/s320/victoria2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312511429086150146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SbnUjQo84vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ngp7tCyuZYU/s1600-h/cassandra4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SbnUjQo84vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ngp7tCyuZYU/s320/cassandra4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312510937687450354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hey Hey everyone.... so i really am struggling to understand how this world of blogs goes &amp;amp; AM I ALLOWED on here seeing as i have no significant other?? Anyone who can enlighten me would be greatly appreciated. SO i guess an update on life.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I work as a nanny in Salt Lake. I LOVE LOVE it. Life is going pretty good i must say. I LOVE LOVE school too. (that's right, i LOVE school, who is this girl I've become- i hardly know her either...) I also have been completely sucked into the 'twilight' saga. I am completely sick of the cold weather and would love to relocate as soon as life allows. For now however, I am grounding myself to the state of Utah until I  graduate. SO.... school is great, church- eh, not too bad, job is fabulous, so naturally dating- ugh. I actually have a pretty full 'pool' ,if you will, right now, but let me just say- what good is a pool if you don't have warm weather???.... well, there is not a whole lot of chemistry (at least with the convenient ones), in fact, i had a date the other week that joined the Top 3 of worst dates I've had.  A long story short, after he was an hour late and I reluctantly still went out with him- i was picked up like a chubby baby in the middle of the ice cream isle at Smiths, i was then serenaded with a soft cheesy melody (awkwardly sitting, not knowing if i should look at him or stare out the window) the lyrics then took a turn into a violent yelling fit and stated the following: "I want to kick you in the face..." (tender-every girls dream come true), he then asked if i was weird and needed my own spoon to share the 2"x3" bucket of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. (Um yeah I'm into having my own spoon, how about my own bowl too while you're at it, i don't know- call me needy i suppose!!) After he finally complied with my request to go home, he decided he would try to squeeze what last bit of dignity he had left and asked me "so ah..... when was the last time you were in LOVE, why didn't it work out, tell me ALL about it...." He drove me home, well equipped with his leather, fingerless "driving" gloves, and before i could opened my door all the way to walk inside, he already had me three feet off the ground TWIRLING ME a good two 360's and after having to SHOUT to put me down- finally did. My right breast will never be the same. After a few brutally honest text messages the next morning he was finally out of my life... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SO dating, if you are going through it- i empathize, if you're done and seriously committed or married.... no matter how bad your husband or wife is bothering you today remember, the grass IS GREENER on some sides and I'm pretty sure it's a hayfield from where i am standing. Count your blessings right....&lt;/span&gt; ALSO &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be having a "singles shower" in a few months--- all who care about me should be in attendance and i will be registering at target &amp;amp; some local boutiques- yes, when i am registered for a new bra rather than a pair of cupcake pans i expect no murmurs or ridicule. Hope to see you all there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are some of my newest portfolio pieces.... &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-3955022055648562765?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3955022055648562765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=3955022055648562765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3955022055648562765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3955022055648562765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SbnU_3Ph_gI/AAAAAAAAACA/IsJfryV-w7U/s72-c/victoria2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-4586768300800802537</id><published>2008-12-14T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:33:20.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Girls Christmas Party 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SUVrg5bcWnI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D4FgaBgLrE/s1600-h/Girls+Christmas+Party+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SUVrg5bcWnI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D4FgaBgLrE/s320/Girls+Christmas+Party+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279744351077685874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it's that time of year again....  Christmas just would not be Christmas if we didn't have our girlie gatherings! True, girls can find any excuse to dress up and go out to dinner, but this one is especially fun because it is slowly becoming tradition amongst friends. It was a blast and yes... I realize, I missed the "black dress" memo.... thanks for the insight Cass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-4586768300800802537?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4586768300800802537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=4586768300800802537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/4586768300800802537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/4586768300800802537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-girls-christmas-party-2008.html' title='Annual Girls Christmas Party 2008'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpU9Pu7Lbe4/SUVrg5bcWnI/AAAAAAAAABI/1D4FgaBgLrE/s72-c/Girls+Christmas+Party+2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-4671076866446495554</id><published>2008-09-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:50:30.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while, i know.... Maybe life was going just a little too peachy keen. I must write like a cynic, because only did life recently decided to "move my cheese" and here I am, writing in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved home from the world of the Tri-State area, which to those who grew up there would just refer to it as "the World with a bunch of excess land around it and people who wish to be like those in the world". It's like a a strip mall. What more could you possibly need, it has the bank, the grocery store, some clothing boutiques, a CVS, a hair salon, and a toy store?!?!- to put into real terms: IT HAS LBI &amp;amp; the HAMPTONS (which provide the ocean/posh yacht life/cheesy boating town/i feel small town culture meets "big time" money makers), the city aka a melting pot- for all your cross continential influences and gentic make-up, the ghettos- which helps the people feel that there are people out there, who in fact are- less forutate, the farm &amp;amp; industrial parts- which brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the fact that if something should happen- could produce life and its necessities on their own (hmm... i'm sure), the museums, the night life, the quite life &amp;amp; IV league schools to send their two, maybe three children to...... everything within three states of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I think it is beautiful there, i think i have just been burned by a few too many people who still live inside the tristate box and for the most part am totally generalizing. My quiet lack of response to them seems to yell out of my fingers as I write. I think i contain most comments out of curtious behavior and a lack of desire to stir up a fight. My quiteness however, probably only instills renforcment in their narrow minded heads- that we "outsiders" are doormats with little or no educational backbone to go off of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that out of my system, i am back home and back to life in reality. I am currently looking for a job and am having such a great time with my family and friends. Trying to find employment is either lifes way of humbling us or it's a cruel joke it plays for kicks, or both. I'll keep you posted and let you know when i've become an offical tax paying citizen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-4671076866446495554?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4671076866446495554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=4671076866446495554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/4671076866446495554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/4671076866446495554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2008/09/again.html' title='AGAIN'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-6566270159288523937</id><published>2008-05-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:10:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thought from my frontal lobe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, this week was one for the books, OK-NOT REALLY, unless, of course, you want to read about sloths walking  marathons or how no matter how many trips you take to the fridge, the selection of food will in fact, not change until you go to the store again.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my days are quite redundant. I go to sleep, wake up at 5, 6, 7, 8 AM (depending on how loud the scream and from which child it is coming from) and finally then get out of my bed at 9 to start another day of child rearing. By the end of the day i only think about going to the gym and surrender the idea for a bowl of ice cream and an episode of Gossip Girl and/or the Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Funny note about women: We say that we "hate" drama. WE avoid it at all costs. BUT THEN, when we don't have any, seem to find the most dramatic sitcom on TV and become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; addicted to it. It's no wonder men find us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;. (thank goodness for their sex drive or they might actually dismiss us completely) i mean.... Not that i care, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a bra burning, protesting, fence chained, women's lib. (but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you already figured that by my current job choice) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;   Back to me ...(because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; blogs are an excuse to publicly talk about yourself without looking vain right?!?!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anyways&lt;/span&gt;, i was pulled over and offered this little thing called a ticket. Not for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; cool like speeding or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reckless&lt;/span&gt; driving, but for talking on my cell phone. K, first off now i have to go and get those white collar, awful looking, what is really more or less an extension of ear wax aka a blue tooth hands free cell phone device! K, e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;. AND SECOND- it was Mother's day. I was on my way home with a car full of kids, a block-not even- away from home, and picked up the phone to call and wish my mom a happy mother's day. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so i embellished a little, i wasn't really on the phone with my mom, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jennah&lt;/span&gt;- but it did make for an excellent "dramatic" -as we previously went over- moment for my story.) Embellished or not, the cop is still an ass. Hope he steps on a sharp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lego&lt;/span&gt; his son left out, on his way down two flights of stairs to clean up his daughters puke at 3 A.M., while remembering it is his 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; week anniversary of not getting laid by his over weight, miserable wife this Fathers day!--- Needless to say he WILL NOT be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-6566270159288523937?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6566270159288523937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=6566270159288523937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/6566270159288523937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/6566270159288523937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-thought-from-my-frontal-lobe.html' title='Another thought from my frontal lobe.'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-1384090918361674888</id><published>2008-05-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:57:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Hell Was On Earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was just another beautiful day in the neighborhood... I went on a caravan excursion with my good pal Jennah with her two kiddos and the two youngest of mine (well, not mine-but you know...) to the ol SUPER MARKET. The first mistake I made (and yes I'm never too proud to admit flaw when it comes to child rearing and myself) was that I took 2 children straight from school with empty bellies to a store FULL-O-FOOD. they might as well just have been starving Ethiopian children. Ryan jumped from the car attached to the cart and bolted for the bananas. Yes, the bananas. When a two year old is begging you to peel his banana open, it kind of fills your soul with immense guilt for forgetting their little lunches. As our trip pressed forward the natives were becoming restless and I had no choice but to start having the answer "yes" come out of my mouth at every request for items to be purchased. Push-over, MAYBE. Desperate nanny trying to keep a balance in the sanity bank, most certainly. By the end of our adventure I am proud to say I only had four open containers of food, two banana peels and one piece of dropped ham wadded in the bottom of my cart--- oh and pretzels strewn all over aisle 4 (which I did my best to clean up, before the two year olds next bolt from the shopping car cart). I would have to say however, the part where I realized I forgot to bring in the mothers "green" shopping bags to so annoyingly ask the baggers to use in the sad attempt to save mother earth from being burned by yet another hole in her ozone, was by far the highlight of the trip. In an effort to not have any confrontation when I arrived home with groceries not in the proper bags- I rebagged them all-with the car running (expelling more toxins into the air then the three plastic bags I saved would have ever caused in the first place) The irony of it all.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyday is a learning day, or just another day of survival-- I haven't quite figured out God's plan or sense of humor yet, but I'm pretty sure it's just the second idea.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I hope you are super stoked that you spent 5 minutes going over my day. Heaven only knows I would be.......&lt;br /&gt;check ya lata, check ya lata.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-1384090918361674888?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1384090918361674888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=1384090918361674888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/1384090918361674888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/1384090918361674888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-hell-was-on-earth.html' title='If Hell Was On Earth...'/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100303688003895498.post-3324827658859015795</id><published>2008-04-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:18:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hard to maintain a healthy self-esteem when you lead the life as a nanny to children who are at that brutally honest stage in life. The other day as the 6 year old boy and I were playing football in the front yard i started to joke that Tom Brady was my boyfriend and that he came over from time to time. Well, after he started to believe me i felt bad and told him i was only kidding. He replied with a very sharp "Well, he wouldn't like you anyways, you have dry skin..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't blame the kid for stating the obvious. Needless to say some serous exfoliation and moisturizing has and will continue to go down in my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ask myself everyday why i take on the role of "&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;pseudo&lt;/span&gt;" motherhood when i am only 22?!?! Well, i guess it's simply because kids are addicting, they push you to limits you think you will never recover from and still manage to wake up the next morning loving them even more. I can only imagine how much i will love something that came from my very own womb!? I can definitely wait for the day, but you know... at least i haven't completely vetoed the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well that will conclude my first blog entry (that i am sure, is grammatically horrible and spelling even worse...) I will write more as the inspirations come to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the brilliant words of the film Dazed and Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check ya lata, Check ya lata...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6100303688003895498-3324827658859015795?l=lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3324827658859015795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100303688003895498&amp;postID=3324827658859015795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3324827658859015795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100303688003895498/posts/default/3324827658859015795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelessvictoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-hard-to-maintain-healthy-self.html' title=''/><author><name>victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06343954466086508442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOknzy2RJjU/TX2kriEPf0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KqHWSeLxgZI/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
