tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66706790324840515962024-02-20T19:57:18.196-08:00firednfabulousEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.comBlogger491125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-90711424284933670472010-07-19T11:18:00.000-07:002010-07-19T11:29:33.908-07:00Just a friendly reminder...Have you seen FnF's new home yet?! What are you waiting for? Get going! Click <a href="http://www.firednfabulous.com/">HERE</a>. And update those RSS feeds while you're at it. Tie a string on your finger, put a Post-It note on your head, tattoo a reminder on your arm...do what you gotta do to get the job DONE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopoDFy9Rt6lFm899sRq15xWxhSOjtMxjGkcZis6-AHz__oJudWKUGUgX0zVyLanWVFYm1-uJFpGbMzHVR7HnR-sRyAfw6K8H87o-e0jgfBNUFofhtuqQdjEuKZCaBVuChlSeWRZ1cQ6M/s1600/finger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopoDFy9Rt6lFm899sRq15xWxhSOjtMxjGkcZis6-AHz__oJudWKUGUgX0zVyLanWVFYm1-uJFpGbMzHVR7HnR-sRyAfw6K8H87o-e0jgfBNUFofhtuqQdjEuKZCaBVuChlSeWRZ1cQ6M/s320/finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495684788370785042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Love you long time. xoxo, ELLENEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-141419597605342812010-06-09T18:00:00.000-07:002010-06-09T19:45:03.813-07:00Check it check it OUTTTT!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn8NrRmWKXk29t7Wvq3Ru86V_jkxpl8mkIRE2cWa2zH5AtbbzzX0A5F3_Ei41yjRbSVgz-vEo2562OhWLse7UI-L_Z78Svm7he3H51KlB88fVuxmPBeAb8-7aKFj1SZstIwEy371m00s/s1600/has+moved.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFn8NrRmWKXk29t7Wvq3Ru86V_jkxpl8mkIRE2cWa2zH5AtbbzzX0A5F3_Ei41yjRbSVgz-vEo2562OhWLse7UI-L_Z78Svm7he3H51KlB88fVuxmPBeAb8-7aKFj1SZstIwEy371m00s/s320/has+moved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957800663090578" /></a><div>CLICK HERE: <a href="http://www.firednfabulous.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">WWW.FIREDNFABULOUS.COM</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> (!!!!)</span></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-967685592988440042010-06-09T10:30:00.000-07:002010-06-09T10:43:43.427-07:00I'VE MOVED!<div>Don't worry, I'm not going far. Fired 'n' Fabulous has a new home, that's all. Check it out <a href="http://www.firednfabulous.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>! So update your URLs, and keep hittin' me with some blog L-O-V-E!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSKp4l_TkkoMkUy0-isFCUsltR1v_dGR2ILDqaq9FTo9ERSMzzcDkV9S6Cq0C7DWrVzqc_MmiZvbggu4s5flnrL1ApArcOQs4aB5Gi99ehaQaNc_1OxYAfNm0FtVBqMbzpHOu-k9Kg9A/s1600/moving.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSKp4l_TkkoMkUy0-isFCUsltR1v_dGR2ILDqaq9FTo9ERSMzzcDkV9S6Cq0C7DWrVzqc_MmiZvbggu4s5flnrL1ApArcOQs4aB5Gi99ehaQaNc_1OxYAfNm0FtVBqMbzpHOu-k9Kg9A/s320/moving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480795567484380434" /></a>P.S. My first NYC moving experience looked scarily similar to this pic, only a hippie van that reeked of pot was involved. But this blog transition will be MUCH smoother—can't wait to see you on the new site!<div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>Ellen </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-80765940462997623732010-06-08T09:00:00.000-07:002010-06-08T10:13:03.051-07:00Characters at the Gym: Take 3Happy Tuesday, guys! I was in a fluster earlier dealing with a tax payment issue (<span style="font-style: italic;">arrrghh!</span>), but luckily I saw a few characters at the gym this am who provided me with some bloggin' inspiration. <span style="font-style: italic;">Phew!</span> Here's who I spotted:<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Xena Chin-Boob Warrior Princess:</span> Homegirl is JACKED and wears two sports bras to support her DD breasts, which are pushed up to her chin and hit her in the face every time she jumps up and down. Which is a lot. Her workouts seem pretty hardcore, just like her. Sometimes I catch myself staring and trying to memorize the moves her trainer is teaching her. (Does anyone remember the episode from <span style="font-style: italic;">Will & Grace</span> when Debra Messing does this? It's hilarious!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcoVeMXZEF8s-02yU54eGlzoNcFYdk5sOd628-XayYZxUVmYQHJJ4xBt07hyEG1RwtQVs-mxVlteMz9yHZGAtkrHl8oWmeFM3hdCeoy0iMEgBQcrqjWXNapNUksvMQzgAqBVNWDAhoF0/s1600/marilyn_monroe_working_out-6739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcoVeMXZEF8s-02yU54eGlzoNcFYdk5sOd628-XayYZxUVmYQHJJ4xBt07hyEG1RwtQVs-mxVlteMz9yHZGAtkrHl8oWmeFM3hdCeoy0iMEgBQcrqjWXNapNUksvMQzgAqBVNWDAhoF0/s320/marilyn_monroe_working_out-6739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480401654140558002" border="0" /></a><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Elliptical dude.</span> Every time I see him, he is either on the elliptical <span style="font-style: italic;">pretending</span> to exercise or WALKING on the treadmill. Man UP, guy. It's summertime. Which means no shirt on the beach time. Which means it would be in your best interest to RUN off that beer gut you've been rocking for better part of your adult life if you plan on getting laid at all...or <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span>, that is.<br /><br />3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Show-me-yours-and-I-won't-show-you-mine yoga teacher.</span> So today we had a sub and she totally sucked ASS. She walked around sipping on her small coffee for like half the class (isn't it ice cold at that point?) and talked us through most of the poses. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>And when she decided to demonstrate something, she was just terrible. Her heels were like three inches from the floor in downward facing dog, and she barely bent her knees for chair pose and Warrior I and II. Umm yeah it burns...that's kind of the POINT.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me: Have you encountered any of the characters at the gym? Who have you seen lately??</span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-91518013467197854502010-06-07T12:00:00.000-07:002010-06-07T12:10:12.189-07:00What kind of candy makes you feel like a kid again?<div>My boyfriend doesn't get a chance to make it back to London often, so whenever I see something in New York that reminds him a little bit of home, I get waaay excited about it. Take this English candy for example. I spotted it yesterday at <a href="http://www.javajoebrooklyn.com/" target="_blank">Java Joe</a>, the cutest little coffe/tea shop in Park Slope, and insisted that we buy some. (OK, so maybe part of me just wanted an excuse to eat candy, but that's besides the point.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNJg316Y4lwTBxMTstEsg2Q-grWuQcD0zyQJ_D3JYI0uIBoOTwBhRVC1IRAGv127weqCmqAlOsSosC98MDhxSJUKqm_bjow7T14uGCwxjn7tIesWLK4QJQ-UsttDgtMCd9hamItXq-L4/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479986705572365778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNJg316Y4lwTBxMTstEsg2Q-grWuQcD0zyQJ_D3JYI0uIBoOTwBhRVC1IRAGv127weqCmqAlOsSosC98MDhxSJUKqm_bjow7T14uGCwxjn7tIesWLK4QJQ-UsttDgtMCd9hamItXq-L4/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a>Doesn't it look kinda funny? Yummy nonetheless. Ohh and on the back of one of the packages there is a little reminder to go to the dentist, which is just pretty ironic since English people aren't exactly known for their pretty chompers! (Sorry hun!)<br /><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnsU_OP8N9_QH6Qmii8Sz26BVAEd18S1J1bLgScnSIP1na2W52GnnqCewemjEe-UeFnRfp6i_w54Q4oQtut0QTOuo_7mN1_g8YNE_sMrzyWYkFRgGhHpAzwOezueFOIirO72ODMdXFz8/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479986156985726210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnsU_OP8N9_QH6Qmii8Sz26BVAEd18S1J1bLgScnSIP1na2W52GnnqCewemjEe-UeFnRfp6i_w54Q4oQtut0QTOuo_7mN1_g8YNE_sMrzyWYkFRgGhHpAzwOezueFOIirO72ODMdXFz8/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a>The licorice was my fave. And look how cute it is!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So in <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-food-diary-of-your-life.html" target="_blank">this post</a> I wrote the food diary of my life, and my candy diary would look something like this:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three Musketeers: </span>Remember <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-shoot-friday-halloween-vintage.html" target="_blank">this</a> Halloween costume? We were pretty much forced to like this candy from a young age. I actually like it more as an adult 'cause it's chewy and low in calories!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mini Reeses Cups:</span> These make me think of my obsessive/psychotic/totally unhealthy crush I had on my friend Ross all through elementary school. Every Friday after school a group of girls and boys would walk to <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheelerswhere-everybody-knows-your-name.html" target="_blank">Wheeler's</a> to get candy (on opposite sides of the street, of course.) I always got a handful of my favorite chocolate/PB treat as I plotted ways to flirt with R. I'm sure I looked totally hottt with brown sticky stuff smeared all over my mouth!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sour Patch Kids and Fireballs:</span> At 10 years-old the biggest way I could think to rebel a little was with candy. Pretty crazy huh? So I'd stuff as many SPK and Fireballs into my mouth as I could stand. When I got bored with that, I moved on to...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Big-as-your-fist jawbreakers:</span> I got these after swim meets at Cracker Barrel, and I'd lick them so hard and fast that my tongue would start bleeding, which obviously I thought was <span style="font-style: italic;">way </span>rad.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Twizzlers and Peppermint Patties:</span> In high school my pal Lalla and I ate these like nobody's business. No.body's.BUSINESS. It's pretty much all we ate, except for the <del>days</del> hours when we decided we were following the Cabbage Soup or Atkins diet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Candy corn "Autumn Mix":</span> So now as an adult, I get ridiculously excited for this bag of sugar crack that hits drugstores for about a month or two every fall. I just love biting off the tops of the pumpkins--someone else does this, I just KNOW it!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me friends: What would your candy diary be? What kinds make you feel like a kid again?</span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-24250762832938670372010-06-07T06:00:00.000-07:002010-06-07T06:18:22.368-07:00Jobs that pay the bills vs. Jobs you're passionate aboutThe jobs I do only for the sake of having money to pay rent and bills are: My <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-of-day-is-job-j-o-b-job.html" target="_blank">PT-job</a>, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-have-to-fall-in-order-to-learn.html" target="_blank">babysitting</a>,<a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-29-year-old-glorified-intern.html" target="_blank"> fashion closet biotch</a>, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-resurfaced-from-under-pile-of.html" target="_blank">styling assistant biotch </a>and odd jobs like <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-gossip-girl-moment-today.html" target="_blank">this</a>. Sometimes the fashion work enters into the jobs-I-enjoy category because it gives me the opportunity to network and meet interesting people, which of course is always a bonus.<br /><br />The two jobs I'm most passionate about are reporting (celebs, real-life people, experts, anyone) and blogging. I get paid for all of my reporting jobs, so if I could just get more consistent work, I'd be good to GO. But as we know, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/04/obnoxious-bloggersdont-let-this-be-you.html" target="_blank">I don't get paid to blog</a>, which for now is fine because I truly do love it. I'm not going to lose hope (at least not yet!) that one day I will make a little cheese blogging, whether it's for myself or another publication. I just love how it allows me to write in a personal, informal voice--it really gives me a unique sense of satisfaction. Honestly, I never thought I'd like blogging this much when I first started--now I'm addicted!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPg_UEjT-cZf5HnLcHGUGdgMZ0yL-q1t1o5sTyjSRxZKyBMte3rIuN1mvl3blJnhc6vTuxiZGGMG92S93HP2gbLfXNLL8AizHcCWONdvFYqlB5goay5sZFizAz40ai3-OmQu8lKNMlTDo/s1600/paint-can-111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480002351916558194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPg_UEjT-cZf5HnLcHGUGdgMZ0yL-q1t1o5sTyjSRxZKyBMte3rIuN1mvl3blJnhc6vTuxiZGGMG92S93HP2gbLfXNLL8AizHcCWONdvFYqlB5goay5sZFizAz40ai3-OmQu8lKNMlTDo/s320/paint-can-111.jpg" /></a>But when do I just cut the bullshit and start getting REAL? Sure, doing work that adds color to your life is important, but sometimes I wonder if what I'm chasing after is even worth it. Should I focus less on the dream and more on finding a FT j-o-b? I just don't know.<br /><p>And isn't it interesting that people seem to be more obsessed than ever to find a job they are <em>passionate</em> about? What happened to just putting your nose down and working hard at something? I guess it's people like ME who have totally messed up that idea!<br /><br /><strong>Tell me: What are your thoughts on this subject--Is finding a job you love overrated? Are you passionate about your work?</strong><br /></p>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-21194721997903423152010-06-06T08:15:00.000-07:002010-06-06T08:26:14.638-07:00NYC Marketing Tactics at Its FinestFriday night my bf and I planned to try a new Mexican restaurant on the Lower East Side, Casa Mezcal, but since they aren't serving their full dinner menu until later in the month, we decided to wait and go somewhere else. (Sidenote: There are enough Mexican restaurants on the LES as it is. Someone should open a new Italian restaurant in that 'hood and see what happens. Money maker fo' sho'!)<br /><br />So we strolled around and came across Los Feliz, the place I had my <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-shoot-friday-im-too-hungover-to.html" target="_blank">29th b-day party </a>:) <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-shoot-friday-arriba-arriba.html" target="_blank">This</a> was the last time I had eaten there, and even though I was so-so about the ceviche, we decided to give it another try.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_t_6f4bzDHiR8GJi8BR34rcaovB-lvppxVTR2YGigx4GO3w-0xBI3aQfhqMZlY7CsIg0f5O2uxEa8R_yuOzpCRhlf3WosLdwaRyU33tQaIC16QRyIY6P6dOCTgNULY5tuEIiOnIOFcY/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479666994505412082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_t_6f4bzDHiR8GJi8BR34rcaovB-lvppxVTR2YGigx4GO3w-0xBI3aQfhqMZlY7CsIg0f5O2uxEa8R_yuOzpCRhlf3WosLdwaRyU33tQaIC16QRyIY6P6dOCTgNULY5tuEIiOnIOFcY/s320/096.JPG" /></a> This sign was the deciding factor--it definitely got my attention! I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch (I usually always have a late afternoon snack), so I totally chowed down on the chips and guac--it was so yummy. Thank goodness the entrees were small!<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479330954666080114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKPu7_cK5iyFHTCb-wRbUqTbupd4B9NVtL_JgH2RRD9yErnP5pI7kqoHsNJFQCgU4mkzXuIpium4P47Y3sAW8jUFERfrClO667c_rwGwxDZIRJZKbqQFGCzHFrBXdo-5Gw3Bo0d4CCoA/s320/093.JPG" /></div><div align="center">I got the chicken quesadillas. Purty, huh?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479330940377007810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQdYq56Tj9XPACZ01a_0ceCNA98EHQeXXRbQc1l8kaw1uAEKK9Tx1s7zZncG2tSE0nIKfpB7Zbkz4ID8StDUKAXYaDSRADT21HxIe_mQyk7_j_ohvMhX7Uj6BD_CdlDInDIYSJVgdsd8/s320/092.JPG" /></div><div>Bf got the chorizo con rajas tacos. I don't know what that green/orange concoction is. I'm surprised he didn't try it actually--he's much more adventurous with food than I am!<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25JqxJUhIp_oUKZhyA0-cmTwrFJxEl8hDrITlC9M0mQUMtr5LXkUWcLoozqeq6SZK3OsyRE68Qgbz1E2qb5Y2Hm15EyLs1Jb05zHsPNqSh5ShtT3Aen7oVfv0xU6CSdrfotp89RZmUQY/s1600/095.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479330925187179010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25JqxJUhIp_oUKZhyA0-cmTwrFJxEl8hDrITlC9M0mQUMtr5LXkUWcLoozqeq6SZK3OsyRE68Qgbz1E2qb5Y2Hm15EyLs1Jb05zHsPNqSh5ShtT3Aen7oVfv0xU6CSdrfotp89RZmUQY/s320/095.JPG" /></a>And when we left, I noticed the other side of the sign. Nice. The next time Dina Lohan gives me the "Everyone's picking on Lindsay/She just wants to work" speech (and she has), I will laugh in her face. Oh fine, no I won't. I'll probably just get her talking about <a href="http://theketchupdiaries.com/2010/04/18/guest-blogger-ellen-from-fired-n-fabulous/" target="_blank">dating and STDs </a>again.<br /></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><br />Isn't it funny how a simple as a sign can make you want to try something? (Ohh and remember </strong><a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/longduckdong.html" target="'_blank"><strong>this one </strong></a><strong>I saw in Chinatown?!) Have you ever tried a restaurant or bought something totally random based on the marketing/advertising for it? </strong></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-3418909490505401222010-06-05T15:00:00.000-07:002010-06-05T15:21:19.977-07:00What motivates you to get your ass outta bed to workout?<div>I went through a period where the only thing that motivated me to get out of bed at 6am (sometimes earlier! eek) to workout was FOOD. <span style="font-style: italic;">If I get up, then I can EAT</span>. So I'd sluggishly walk to the kitchen for handfuls of Kashi Go Lean cereal, spoonfuls of peanut butter and anything else that looked good. OK, so this was a problem for a couple reasons. Even though I had already eaten more than a sufficient amount of calories for breakfast pre-workout, I'd still want to sit down for my <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> meal afterwards. (Double the calories, double the tummy rolls. No thank you!) And of course this little snacking habit was not economical; I can't even remember the last time I bought Kashi cereal--that shit is EXPENSIVE. But, I think I have found a solution to this problem.<br /><br />So you know when your alarm goes off, but you're so tired that you think that beeping noise is just in your dreams? Well that happened to me on Friday at 5:30am. I seriously could not figure out for the life of me where the noise was coming from--all I knew is that I wanted it to stop. After what seemed like ten minutes later, I finally snapped out of it and turned off my alarm. My head felt cloudy (<span style="font-style: italic;">no</span> I was not hungover) and my whole body was just exhausted, but since I hadn't exercised much all week, I knew I needed to do <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span>.<br /><div><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz6cDlpYcNYXd5x3FZHcPgNcN0aP8fcqIZZJ0cpkE7t-gO6kJLH4A7u66h1crmf1rQS8GJ3TIY1X39ScC-dp5IV74B8avlzV_qSIKL05Io0Wu-s5c06GNoI3Ij5jVG6L7RVgIF-oauNs/s1600/098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479330914240061490" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz6cDlpYcNYXd5x3FZHcPgNcN0aP8fcqIZZJ0cpkE7t-gO6kJLH4A7u66h1crmf1rQS8GJ3TIY1X39ScC-dp5IV74B8avlzV_qSIKL05Io0Wu-s5c06GNoI3Ij5jVG6L7RVgIF-oauNs/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /></a>And something I did. I told myself I'd just go for a walk and see what happens, in the hopes that I'd eventually start running. Well I took off down Fifth Avenue and ten blocks later I was still walking. Another ten blocks, walking. I just didn't have it in me to run. Sometimes you just gotta push through and DO IT, but my body seriously felt incapable of any sort of strenuous activity. I always kinda thought it was BS when yoga teachers said to "listen to your body" and rest when you need it--I mean, who really <span style="font-style: italic;">wants</span> hold a side plank or full wheel for 60 seconds? (Acutally, I'm kind of the bomb at both poses, but you know what I mean.) But, I think there's something to that--you need to know what to push yourself and when to back off.<br /><br />So now I've learned that it doesn't have to be all or nothing when it comes to working out. I just need to get my ass UP, and taking the pressure off myself to go balls to the wall (yes I said it) every time I lace up my sneakers will help me do just that. And actually, I think the walk on Friday was just what I needed because my run this am was awesome! (<span style="font-style: italic;">Hello sweaty Ellen!</span> Well, that pic is a helluva lot better than <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-morning-commute.html" target="_blank">this one</a>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Whoa</span>.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So tell me: What motivates you to get outta bed to workout when you're really not feeling it? Any tips or tricks to share?</span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-79751930659861067982010-06-04T13:45:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:02:04.307-07:00Photo Shoot Friday: Keepin' it Sexzy in SouthamptonOh.my.LAWD you guys--I'm so sorry for the delay! I'm working at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Women's Health</span> office today helping the fashion gals prep for a shoot and we have been going nonstop. (Summer Fridays <span style="font-style: italic;">WHAT?!</span>) And yeah, I fell asleep on the couch at 10pm last night, which explains my poor planning. Ugh! So here's the deal--I wanna get the heck up on outta here, so I'm going to do today's PSF captions in five words or less. Cool?<br /><br />You already know that my Southampton vacay started with a <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/grocery-shopping-with-sexy-asians.html" target="_blank">super-sexy grocery store stop</a>. THEN, we headed to our cute French-style cottage.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40lX48K3huTDhwjJIOOeYZDXUv3n1SmIPguVZtxRcC5hpYke0w8lCNkqu_Va5BbbgWxttsrnwpZBYWVL0WNrEcPJSGPcvzJd5Ob9oRVpVSxEDbv9M2JYhPH61tu7kcmNVBhYgIyPCjVg/s1600/get-attachment-33.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40lX48K3huTDhwjJIOOeYZDXUv3n1SmIPguVZtxRcC5hpYke0w8lCNkqu_Va5BbbgWxttsrnwpZBYWVL0WNrEcPJSGPcvzJd5Ob9oRVpVSxEDbv9M2JYhPH61tu7kcmNVBhYgIyPCjVg/s320/get-attachment-33.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909615493802658" border="0" /></a>How adorbs is this?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF9HZnBspQDVzrCI0QK1PvCf6HuXTFJyai3Pgh8fdUYRU17YuW13nvaF3cEN6o5n4FkiEDbQSABT7rwPPUyqW3YOKzcXXSUvBKidQGQP2NYkNNJ5AVlmyKmQyhg-POtD1bsNTNZbAneY/s1600/DSC02930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF9HZnBspQDVzrCI0QK1PvCf6HuXTFJyai3Pgh8fdUYRU17YuW13nvaF3cEN6o5n4FkiEDbQSABT7rwPPUyqW3YOKzcXXSUvBKidQGQP2NYkNNJ5AVlmyKmQyhg-POtD1bsNTNZbAneY/s320/DSC02930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478902652192758306" border="0" /></a>Backyard bliss<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WwD6hMBe9roXzWZHX9a0r7jGB-FyN5ctAemScnkY8qkCtKpwTfxQ5Mkwuvkux7VzzvlbNTyHpRCLTvo1th0j_ZK1OM3_NTwCN2cp6564PtzNFgtNFVdtYVjCCrrz9ll3su9OEgwtX8Y/s1600/DSC02963.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1WwD6hMBe9roXzWZHX9a0r7jGB-FyN5ctAemScnkY8qkCtKpwTfxQ5Mkwuvkux7VzzvlbNTyHpRCLTvo1th0j_ZK1OM3_NTwCN2cp6564PtzNFgtNFVdtYVjCCrrz9ll3su9OEgwtX8Y/s320/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478901391339562066" border="0" /></a>Collis girls man the grill<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeor9z0aKI5yLPfK-AD00BaINrP9H6eFFik1Rm4hUKw39xJdm7Abl5CE67cfJD4qT-H8R9k94xsBm_uAL0Ku2AksS0fOunluGq-IsTN6mOs3okq2VM4ivaptLMOT39dvPU_qu1jH4R6s/s1600/DSC02966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeor9z0aKI5yLPfK-AD00BaINrP9H6eFFik1Rm4hUKw39xJdm7Abl5CE67cfJD4qT-H8R9k94xsBm_uAL0Ku2AksS0fOunluGq-IsTN6mOs3okq2VM4ivaptLMOT39dvPU_qu1jH4R6s/s320/DSC02966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478905339020076178" border="0" /></a>Trying 2 B healthy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE0Ko3nDTdcIfS3_cJ6vBhzmdZH6EZx1jdZR3P6XqirCIGwbU0StSjluTJM_rXF0d0D-7EIjLldQ5vnqx-eb2qquQVXNGIFpkHbyQf18jNAEHCdX6ztTBp4V16iAZ3nNtAirz4TRzHV8/s1600/get-attachment-9.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE0Ko3nDTdcIfS3_cJ6vBhzmdZH6EZx1jdZR3P6XqirCIGwbU0StSjluTJM_rXF0d0D-7EIjLldQ5vnqx-eb2qquQVXNGIFpkHbyQf18jNAEHCdX6ztTBp4V16iAZ3nNtAirz4TRzHV8/s320/get-attachment-9.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478907960049397762" border="0" /></a>Michelle's super-yummy deviled eggs<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHPbRDVx2ybojdd_tuxcviBuRc2VGwJjCNQwYt1-dtGXuJE5Qa9gaAwNUcGNDs2DpkbyIHBG2XLj6PfWCQdyrEXOznxKDGV7x3XEhHMDrBqv14z-iPOpCTcUT-K7CNSR2xyR52ftL5fo/s1600/get-attachment-10.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHPbRDVx2ybojdd_tuxcviBuRc2VGwJjCNQwYt1-dtGXuJE5Qa9gaAwNUcGNDs2DpkbyIHBG2XLj6PfWCQdyrEXOznxKDGV7x3XEhHMDrBqv14z-iPOpCTcUT-K7CNSR2xyR52ftL5fo/s320/get-attachment-10.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478907840562866258" border="0" /></a>Tiff's infamous strawberry salad<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmmd5aeizsMBh_J7V27pe4mKEsETqxv5cXwiyVGjRgYi1TJeZl0uewlht8a4zy-Kh8wbiy-6Oa7yl9T3S5MCgpXH_VyFOIoXSXkzQI2kmcXA9fMae9lPydgSQCNQzdIAeuScI486Lr3c/s1600/DSC02971.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKmmd5aeizsMBh_J7V27pe4mKEsETqxv5cXwiyVGjRgYi1TJeZl0uewlht8a4zy-Kh8wbiy-6Oa7yl9T3S5MCgpXH_VyFOIoXSXkzQI2kmcXA9fMae9lPydgSQCNQzdIAeuScI486Lr3c/s320/DSC02971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478910738187807314" border="0" /></a>Girl-on-girl CORN PORN<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSlcALKZe6ld5488rqcYskme_uD_UsogAYnx2YuoNeDvjAQeUnUzLOUMLnFt75uKIB5Z7PB1o3rH06n8VQu66rYXN2AOod5mC54g83oU7cK6Qwh9F2j0-oZxpw9mmI-1fADhF1_0uAOI/s1600/get-attachment-8.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSlcALKZe6ld5488rqcYskme_uD_UsogAYnx2YuoNeDvjAQeUnUzLOUMLnFt75uKIB5Z7PB1o3rH06n8VQu66rYXN2AOod5mC54g83oU7cK6Qwh9F2j0-oZxpw9mmI-1fADhF1_0uAOI/s320/get-attachment-8.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908491790645682" border="0" /></a>Rocky+Sophie= Pooch babies?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzRcGywEGQGUa_9c0sBCD-dMT52zHghSE1mbafhhNabMSsMdnPef_Z3fTx5yQ7gkrIhmnmaPVF0H15J59wd4eYTZwMgBZlGFQrmbwmAPTqoXrelPIftfQg78f0GGJC2DokvXx3BzFEb8/s1600/DSC02992.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzRcGywEGQGUa_9c0sBCD-dMT52zHghSE1mbafhhNabMSsMdnPef_Z3fTx5yQ7gkrIhmnmaPVF0H15J59wd4eYTZwMgBZlGFQrmbwmAPTqoXrelPIftfQg78f0GGJC2DokvXx3BzFEb8/s320/DSC02992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478906782969784898" border="0" /></a>Cheap vodka=High school flashback<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOAsYSs9LtXyrpcVFFduBNGOeEYCTUdaSajmniN00M3zp7t66D59YuW8hmT3mbrwzD1lRT1xYYbDjO4mo2yFON89aXstpPehMZg5cYZuyeIBGu60uQAq08Fl-dOqVj0QVlKRbYDsk7oo/s1600/DSC03004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOAsYSs9LtXyrpcVFFduBNGOeEYCTUdaSajmniN00M3zp7t66D59YuW8hmT3mbrwzD1lRT1xYYbDjO4mo2yFON89aXstpPehMZg5cYZuyeIBGu60uQAq08Fl-dOqVj0QVlKRbYDsk7oo/s320/DSC03004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478905938929253378" border="0" /></a>S'mores all day every day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwMhrv8GmDFH7dGOxp1PRJhWtSNT-c6H5KkhfhVk12nzcTHpWtRtoAdSCCaS5OKBAgMUUp3DcdrYChyphenhyphenqn9jiBhdJN6_eFxCLPs-n0lenpVH6UbZhkE_sWZRSMF0L44h9_tGkVfQDUjd8/s1600/DSC03006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwMhrv8GmDFH7dGOxp1PRJhWtSNT-c6H5KkhfhVk12nzcTHpWtRtoAdSCCaS5OKBAgMUUp3DcdrYChyphenhyphenqn9jiBhdJN6_eFxCLPs-n0lenpVH6UbZhkE_sWZRSMF0L44h9_tGkVfQDUjd8/s320/DSC03006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478901828000395474" border="0" /></a>WILL BIKE 4 BEER!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp8bz-W4kKQf3f_19EASW1KC6Tjzau1A0Aqi-RXCSl2o7KpUsh1i6c3mAz0yMGpmugLo7LCzsC_ipFyBYfBwsZZuN-bgABxTQM7gW29FiCTbraRfNvkWtBEIblGcJhiDsI4k4MhDN7Rg/s1600/DSC03042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp8bz-W4kKQf3f_19EASW1KC6Tjzau1A0Aqi-RXCSl2o7KpUsh1i6c3mAz0yMGpmugLo7LCzsC_ipFyBYfBwsZZuN-bgABxTQM7gW29FiCTbraRfNvkWtBEIblGcJhiDsI4k4MhDN7Rg/s320/DSC03042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478898450233675570" border="0" /></a>Beach time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Rhol9lD3D6CDiZDljXMVDEY38zQ_Ag0w57SgBVZWyVl8i9eLKJJ-DDGgdTLzupv4rENiOVAah_FrPYWjJelctZINo72XLUgxy6kWAy4lQJ2raFApqLaB22Hnl1bBPaQ9D96thdPuOGY/s1600/DSC03035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Rhol9lD3D6CDiZDljXMVDEY38zQ_Ag0w57SgBVZWyVl8i9eLKJJ-DDGgdTLzupv4rENiOVAah_FrPYWjJelctZINo72XLUgxy6kWAy4lQJ2raFApqLaB22Hnl1bBPaQ9D96thdPuOGY/s320/DSC03035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478899748950999378" border="0" /></a>Nice ass, coordinating suits FAIL<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-y5UZuEnzwDss-ilug6iqLHznOxJ7odt0NXw2ZO32m5TERwMWV3pkvywA0FT77JlFofR7wA7PHDjVXKqBkkAKwDX330S0zdXfw2WNMNwnB9jA65n5-aoCTNNIe3VtZ3MavMFw1s9KfXY/s1600/DSC03037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-y5UZuEnzwDss-ilug6iqLHznOxJ7odt0NXw2ZO32m5TERwMWV3pkvywA0FT77JlFofR7wA7PHDjVXKqBkkAKwDX330S0zdXfw2WNMNwnB9jA65n5-aoCTNNIe3VtZ3MavMFw1s9KfXY/s320/DSC03037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478897893453923682" border="0" /></a>GRAPE PORN!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEqJd0SU8af5ZsrpfPNNdZsiPMc35coKFiJZ1Y-njUlC9GIF2cnFi-Ziwi_TBlQO7btLW35bXYjqfkuWVAD9D6z01CrfJxCJBYikNLe0RaLFFAcIft5D-31s81rEHKzAszNv2gcHjmzI/s1600/get-attachment-6.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEqJd0SU8af5ZsrpfPNNdZsiPMc35coKFiJZ1Y-njUlC9GIF2cnFi-Ziwi_TBlQO7btLW35bXYjqfkuWVAD9D6z01CrfJxCJBYikNLe0RaLFFAcIft5D-31s81rEHKzAszNv2gcHjmzI/s320/get-attachment-6.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908258851660258" border="0" /></a>Dinner.Boathouse.East Hampton<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_j_rDSH7hOGljfAg_aMW_CHoAe-kJHxMF7aquwZ3xltq-4Wdqrl0LPhyphenhyphenI-FaVF65UX63R4U4jliI4-NTtaOE1k7CadQvxwcZaH9mnCreimzlNhWjec9AW_pGkTDKS8QDed-yuWi-oLw/s1600/DSC03011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_j_rDSH7hOGljfAg_aMW_CHoAe-kJHxMF7aquwZ3xltq-4Wdqrl0LPhyphenhyphenI-FaVF65UX63R4U4jliI4-NTtaOE1k7CadQvxwcZaH9mnCreimzlNhWjec9AW_pGkTDKS8QDed-yuWi-oLw/s320/DSC03011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478903149094579106" border="0" /></a>Pretty shiny hair Tiff<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuV67e2vkb54QgDHh5XdKAc4F3ro6prjkrLM9Cj4Ime1rC7NIE_e7WE0GMx2jeQX87J3jk5Y12jnzl3CWZbyYaYU5oX2TtLMovhKV71oaDZ2b8RG3kFLldC_aT4BEJVm8o9Zdk1oo8G8/s1600/get-attachment-7.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfuV67e2vkb54QgDHh5XdKAc4F3ro6prjkrLM9Cj4Ime1rC7NIE_e7WE0GMx2jeQX87J3jk5Y12jnzl3CWZbyYaYU5oX2TtLMovhKV71oaDZ2b8RG3kFLldC_aT4BEJVm8o9Zdk1oo8G8/s320/get-attachment-7.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908695533158034" border="0" /></a>TROUBLE<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1Kwm18V8Fb1plbKcBYqpdiKrjupvtfupeEEyh3MoqFbIpP7j_6NkPk1mrsNOhd_z2gYNfR3iwwoqBTTp-fUhq72Z4m3HJbGtVxEb-U_gOEZ9653CRr3fZcuWILZE1Xb41tsuPuSvr5k/s1600/get-attachment-38.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1Kwm18V8Fb1plbKcBYqpdiKrjupvtfupeEEyh3MoqFbIpP7j_6NkPk1mrsNOhd_z2gYNfR3iwwoqBTTp-fUhq72Z4m3HJbGtVxEb-U_gOEZ9653CRr3fZcuWILZE1Xb41tsuPuSvr5k/s320/get-attachment-38.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908957634145026" border="0" /></a>Watermelon PORN<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGBeHMSn3k7UgDkXvtfEOu0ksZO6QiL_3FQroPaGvuAldSwz8BrVKc5Uqc-TCpDZdLoowaZE4EqkipXJS2tO1w1Q6Z2xLP98Sg7u2nJkbbK94AlwWjWfiDxws6y_3HqkxT7sVuItzqng/s1600/get-attachment-14.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFGBeHMSn3k7UgDkXvtfEOu0ksZO6QiL_3FQroPaGvuAldSwz8BrVKc5Uqc-TCpDZdLoowaZE4EqkipXJS2tO1w1Q6Z2xLP98Sg7u2nJkbbK94AlwWjWfiDxws6y_3HqkxT7sVuItzqng/s320/get-attachment-14.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478907630745059442" border="0" /></a>Bling bling--Congrats, Linds!<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9u_S9LF-xZNteoG553Sd5KcPDZb2zxKwYibILNXG3gqV_CNxnYKV2U2Y48-sVDpDNvsXRI0gETOWj_OPq6o0QNpeDozf1TfUhYfjDdq4Zk1RDtttgdyLDcEoS7gO-bL5EEMZjUWQAsQ/s1600/get-attachment-35.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9u_S9LF-xZNteoG553Sd5KcPDZb2zxKwYibILNXG3gqV_CNxnYKV2U2Y48-sVDpDNvsXRI0gETOWj_OPq6o0QNpeDozf1TfUhYfjDdq4Zk1RDtttgdyLDcEoS7gO-bL5EEMZjUWQAsQ/s320/get-attachment-35.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909094093116322" border="0" /></a>1,2,3 SOBER FACE!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJ4VCa7KanQWnYGLXqjAzhd0ZTCfno83sAmmlcVk9EebTsyqFhO5W9SWdw0YCbaYvw8KayRgrVqUVP1udBNYwgs5ESYgcBJBkDXRJaagbkcahkgLTjsTlUrKp1JdaC5TLXGz9RZncGus/s1600/get-attachment-29.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheJ4VCa7KanQWnYGLXqjAzhd0ZTCfno83sAmmlcVk9EebTsyqFhO5W9SWdw0YCbaYvw8KayRgrVqUVP1udBNYwgs5ESYgcBJBkDXRJaagbkcahkgLTjsTlUrKp1JdaC5TLXGz9RZncGus/s320/get-attachment-29.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478910037194535186" border="0" /></a>4,5,6 SERIOUS FACE!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_04nuQ3GJqkhZPUnkD-Nvr8MmyzMvbXZvQrFwBYT_8CxGPviIXMSkinwJoAt5_ybrcdEpWzr8rm8Vz4avxh2UTv4uQChFpHWzOe8oH6ZtZ2hUITUSq4UfKIz_5t0Vc3cPPldgjJe0_c/s1600/get-attachment-39.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_04nuQ3GJqkhZPUnkD-Nvr8MmyzMvbXZvQrFwBYT_8CxGPviIXMSkinwJoAt5_ybrcdEpWzr8rm8Vz4avxh2UTv4uQChFpHWzOe8oH6ZtZ2hUITUSq4UfKIz_5t0Vc3cPPldgjJe0_c/s320/get-attachment-39.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908824401277010" border="0" /></a></div>SHOTS!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhke7fqkqmKEfN_7ekSIUewqamYiRfYZ51qvZz0MkSTzsNRqIMo6oOGLQJ1fXm3_Jvaa9Wx-nXYcbPg_4joiumRnQohGkkdBkMdbeSZmtPcTHTbru_ZqtdO_q-DDq209QLPvpr1BCrMg/s1600/get-attachment-27.aspx.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhke7fqkqmKEfN_7ekSIUewqamYiRfYZ51qvZz0MkSTzsNRqIMo6oOGLQJ1fXm3_Jvaa9Wx-nXYcbPg_4joiumRnQohGkkdBkMdbeSZmtPcTHTbru_ZqtdO_q-DDq209QLPvpr1BCrMg/s320/get-attachment-27.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909832520052098" border="0" /></a>BOTTOMS UP!<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, are we thinking this is the best PSF yet? Heck yeah it is! I wanna go baaaack! When's the last time you went on a trip with the girlz/boyz?</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-26723911169432988242010-06-03T18:30:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:10:26.164-07:00I'M GREAT! I CAN DO ANYTHING GOOD.Holy cow, this chick is awesome. These daily affirmations must do wonders for her self-esteem. Among the things she LIKES:<div><br /></div><div>School.Dog.Cousins.Aunts.Mom.Sisters.Hair.Haircuts.PJs.MY STUFF.Myhouse.<br /><div></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><object height="350" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR3rK0kZFkg&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR3rK0kZFkg&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="350" width="400"></embed></object> </div><div></div><div>It's nice to remind yourself of all your blessings—big and small. Mine:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BIG:</span> Family, Friends, BF, Health</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">SMALL:</span> Extra-hot lattes, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-lunch-ever.html" target="_blank">FREE soup</a>, Ice cream, Hangovers sans headaches, Air conditioners that WORK, mani/pedis, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/03/ethan-hawke-i-love-you-more-than.html" target="_blank">Ethan Hawke,</a> <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-are-cool-guys-in-new-york-hiding.html" target="_blank">Matt Damon, </a>$5 Footlongs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and MY STUFF. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Duh</span>. And don't you just love that over half my list is food-related? Yep, sounds about right.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me: What are you grateful for?</span></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-51412205418686430742010-06-03T08:00:00.000-07:002010-06-03T08:00:05.617-07:00Teen Hobags<div>Hobag. Wow, I haven't said that word in years! It's kinda funny...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hobag</span>. An.Y.way. When I read <a href="http://www.healthfinder.gov/News/newsstory.aspx?docid=639719" target="_blank">this article</a> yesterday that stated more than 40 percent of U.S. teens are doing the dirty dirty, I wanted to vomit. But, I can't say that I'm surprised. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eEEZZNWKSebZN3TNIRMwTjuTqgccBLrrBagOn8BSvpWNu1rjp4QDskdDzQYlG_tcMRwdD1ME0l5qquL05C-A-t6G63f7H7wgFu6wYVU2IFBewT7oUZQXxrfRvk5hrdnF99proTC8pVY/s1600/11116468.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2eEEZZNWKSebZN3TNIRMwTjuTqgccBLrrBagOn8BSvpWNu1rjp4QDskdDzQYlG_tcMRwdD1ME0l5qquL05C-A-t6G63f7H7wgFu6wYVU2IFBewT7oUZQXxrfRvk5hrdnF99proTC8pVY/s320/11116468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478516179309388802" /></a>With role models like Miley Cyrus out there, how's a young girl to know that putting half-naked pics all over the internet really is NOT OK? (Miley, <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/08/hollywood-hump-day.html" target="_blank">I love you</a>, but c'mon girl.) I'll tell you how: Mothers. This is where YOU step in. Instead of encouraging your daughters to have boyfriends at the age of 11 (no, it's not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">cute</span>), put the smack down on them when they want to call boys and go on movie dates like my mom did. (Sure, every guy in middle school through college thought I was a prude, but that's better than the alternative.) <div><br /></div><div>Actually, the other day at the grocery store, I witnessed a mom showing her six(ish)-year old daughter how to send a text message. Ewww, she's going to be sexting by the time she's nine—what the crap lady?! This is how it starts! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And</span> she was singing along to "I Kissed a Girl." OK, so I didn't have my <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-turntables-and-microphone.html" target="_blank">first lesbian fantasy</a> until just last year—this girl is going to be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">way</span> ahead of me. I suppose most young girls are these days. Sad. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me: Does it surprise you that almost half of teens today are gettin' busy? What rules did your parents give you when you were younger? I loved the "No watching </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dirty Dancing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">" rule—we always found ways to watch it at sleepovers!</span><br /><br /></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-71297187474749153712010-06-02T15:30:00.000-07:002010-06-02T15:43:22.616-07:00The Humpy Dance is your chance, do the HUMP!<div style="text-align: left;">Well, that little ditty would be totally random if it wasn't in fact HUMP DAY. (Gotta love those long weekends, right?!) Actually, well, it's almost over. I had every intention of getting this post up sooner, but a serious case of writer's block prolonged an assignment I was working on earlier, so here we are. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN76qxv-L45XWNxKAlIwqyS_cPik09M-v0Qn7cPCX-JXhrdcRIL1-Ul1Zq_Mxdrv-6e-NLaMeUPpOWm5D5mV7B-i-3q-f9gv4KHZ9p3z_wX4KqLWYqFWYJfQIoFNswAJV_DOw7rp74co/s1600/320x240.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN76qxv-L45XWNxKAlIwqyS_cPik09M-v0Qn7cPCX-JXhrdcRIL1-Ul1Zq_Mxdrv-6e-NLaMeUPpOWm5D5mV7B-i-3q-f9gv4KHZ9p3z_wX4KqLWYqFWYJfQIoFNswAJV_DOw7rp74co/s320/320x240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478301432484566930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>(What's this dude UP to these days anyway?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So let's play a little get-to-know-you game. The blog is always me me me—crying, whining, overeating, ranting, falling asleep at bars—and quite frankly I'm getting a little bored with myself. I want to hear from YOU every once in a while. In TWO words or less, answer these short questions. Por ejemplo:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fave nail polish:</span> Navy</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">First kiss:</span> Bobby Gordon</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fave alcoholic bev:</span> vodka</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fave non-alcoholic bev:</span> coffee</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What are you doing right this second</span>: Biting nails</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Yoga or pilates:</span> <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-kind-of-yogi-are-you.html" target="_blank">Yoga</a>, duh</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pet peeve:</span> <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-smart-are-you.html" target="_blank">Smarty pants</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BBQ or Sour cream flavor:</span> Tie! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Bagels:</span> Nope</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fave accent:</span> British</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Who makes you LOL:</span> <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-talk-to-guys-in-sports-bars.html" target="_blank">brother</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fave summertime footwear:</span> wedges</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Something you lack:</span> willpower</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ice cream:</span> PB chocolate</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Childhood hero:</span> <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-was-your-childhood-idol.html" target="_blank">Summer Sanders</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Breakfast this am:</span> Naan</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">YOUR TURN! I DARE someone who's never commented before to just do it! C'mon! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Please?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-42751679679538229702010-06-02T07:03:00.000-07:002010-06-02T07:14:52.177-07:00Are you a good wingwoman? (or man)<div style="text-align: left;">I've always considered myself to be an excellent wingwoman—up for anything (especially the unnecessary ONE more drink at 4am), and I always follow girl code. If a friend calls "dibs" on a guy, not only will I back off, but I will think of a clever way to get the two of them talking. (Well, that was more pertinent to my single days.) But, over Memorial Day weekend, I was the worst wingwoman EVER. Most of the girls in our group were single, so I wanted to prove that I could hang with 'em and be the life of the party just as I typically am—er—<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">used</span> to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday night we went to a fun seafood restaurant, The Boathouse, in East Hampton. And even though I was feeling quite boozy before I ate, I was stone cold sober after dinner was over. (I blame it on the bread basket and two huge pieces of cheesecake our waiter gave us for FREE.) Even so, I was bound and determined to snap with it and get my party on! Or not. Ten minutes into our car ride home, I fell asleep. Once we got back to our house, I pepped up just enough to eat a s'mores (or three) and went to bed. LAME. I'll save you the long, boring story, but Sunday night was much of the same. I feel asleep AT.THE.BAR. in the middle of a drinking game. Yeah, I can't wait to see those pics! (Girls, don't think I'm naive enough not to know that you pounced on that photo op!)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWJIMIYr-bU0nLb6vJtr9bBYuoxuv5RsUIcCzvgMY1oJmWuR43kOFwHSSNGzQ2sZ_kXFOQ1rZ_tGsaICh0ainD43MGz89KWh89xjDqmZQPzp1JdkemHgpNBcRAkjag_kAsl7YyWrzb1M/s1600/diaz13-600x400.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWJIMIYr-bU0nLb6vJtr9bBYuoxuv5RsUIcCzvgMY1oJmWuR43kOFwHSSNGzQ2sZ_kXFOQ1rZ_tGsaICh0ainD43MGz89KWh89xjDqmZQPzp1JdkemHgpNBcRAkjag_kAsl7YyWrzb1M/s320/diaz13-600x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172657420127410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>Friends, this is my formal apology. I swear never to be such a lame wingwoman ever again. Next time I'm out, I'm totally going to be Cameron Diaz in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Sweetest Thing</span>. (Love that movie—I also referenced it <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-embarrassing-words-are-in-your.html" target="_blank">here</a>.) Well, she ends up falling in love with the dude she tries to hook Selma Blair up with, but that's besides the point. She's super-fun and her intentions were good. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnCl4LhkxmidpwtKoSxbob1pUm_0gIUQW9uf9ZolYqiuCUM-atglJYTLg2DwqecBZv9ceat4wlnWTyOs87xpZtYDpMHjO-ghTSXmf_LUmgaLQgxsnc7rV8g5p9bRcVm9duQ24ALTAp9I/s1600/image6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnCl4LhkxmidpwtKoSxbob1pUm_0gIUQW9uf9ZolYqiuCUM-atglJYTLg2DwqecBZv9ceat4wlnWTyOs87xpZtYDpMHjO-ghTSXmf_LUmgaLQgxsnc7rV8g5p9bRcVm9duQ24ALTAp9I/s320/image6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478172828531300514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div>And even though <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dumb and Dumber</span> is one of my all-time favorite movies, I don't know if I'd want Harry or Lloyd to be my wingman if I was a dude. They are hilarious as hell, but both screw each other over royally for a girl. (How funny is it when Lloyd does <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-someone-farts-out-loud-do-ignore.html" target="_blank">this</a> to Harry?) Hey, not that I really blame them though—Lauren Holly is way hottt. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So tell me: Are you a good wingwoman/man? What are the Do's and Don'ts when you're out with friends? And what celeb would you want as a your wing-person?</span></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-63528250400890910302010-06-01T09:30:00.000-07:002010-06-01T09:41:03.655-07:00Modern Day Dating<div>Get a group of seven girls in a house drinking vino nonstop (in my case, vodka) for a few days and what will they be talking about? Boys. Dating. Relationships. One conversation that came up is how couples these days seem to be very concerned with taking certain STEPS in their relationship. Like, moving in together, then buying a dog together, then...I don't know, what comes after that? And from <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-are-your-thoughts-on-cohabitation.html" target="_blank"">this pos</a>t, you know how I feel about cohabitation. Sure, that might be the right step for a couple to take, and that's great. But what about the people who do it...<span style="font-style: italic;">j</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ust because</span>?<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiCNyT4xpAS6a4fa3XazoSVRoiMlmv8k-sOLtygt0kv2muqOR1nbMwig5wfD3YiNT43gWX1vbDkflQLGvVGYaBSOP48N1AD6OsPR1BIDL-D2G_Qipf2K9Z4499uocS_aiQsPknTfrlEI/s1600/smileDM0403_468x484-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiCNyT4xpAS6a4fa3XazoSVRoiMlmv8k-sOLtygt0kv2muqOR1nbMwig5wfD3YiNT43gWX1vbDkflQLGvVGYaBSOP48N1AD6OsPR1BIDL-D2G_Qipf2K9Z4499uocS_aiQsPknTfrlEI/s320/smileDM0403_468x484-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477788892923828562" border="0" /></a>I guess what I don't understand is why it seems as though a lot of couples define the seriousness of their relationship by these things. Just the other day a girl was <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-your-weirdest-turn-on.html" target="_blank">hitting on my boyfriend</a> (you know how much I like that!), and she was being so aggressive that eventually he told her about moi. So then she started asking questions to determine the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">seriousness</span> of our relationship. When he told her we weren't living together, her response was: "Ohh <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">realllly</span>? Why NOT?!" (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Back off, bitch!) </span>Hmm, I guess dating for over four years doesn't mean as much if you're not living together? <span style="font-style: italic;">Interesting</span>.<div><br /></div><div>There's more of a focus these days on always looking ahead to what the next step is, and then deciding what that step MEANS. What happened to the good ol' days where you dated someone, fell in love and got married? What's up with all this complicated shit in between? It really shouldn't be so hard, and every last little thing really doesn't need to be analyzed. Like, if the dude you're dating gets you a toothbrush to keep at his place, it might just be because he's sick of your funky morning breath, not because he's ready to take a STEP in the relationship. Lord, I could go on and on about this topic! But I won't.<br /><br />Ok, and sidenote: I am fully aware that my Google images are getting more random by the week. (My friend Joyann always thinks they are so hilarious!) An.Y.way...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me: Do you agree or disagree with me on this one? Am I too old-fashion in my way of thinking? </span><br /></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-79793602597903108152010-05-31T07:30:00.000-07:002010-05-31T07:33:32.477-07:00So long, Southampton!<div>Hi friends! Sorry I was out of touch yesterday—we were at the beach all day and by the time we got back to the house it was time to cook dinner and get ready for the night. Hard life, I know. It's so beautiful here—this break from the big bad city was very much needed. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJotaBlge7rMN144OEu6pwjFVevyXBnIp-9gN0hf3bPaKe8Uwz3vaBwZNwzj0Fs1RNPuKppMRlVgmefls4O_9vNpFCuiou2tBYta6e4SBNdsGHurj-hiADlPtQovalMGkhwePIJFVRoY/s1600/DSC02926.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJotaBlge7rMN144OEu6pwjFVevyXBnIp-9gN0hf3bPaKe8Uwz3vaBwZNwzj0Fs1RNPuKppMRlVgmefls4O_9vNpFCuiou2tBYta6e4SBNdsGHurj-hiADlPtQovalMGkhwePIJFVRoY/s320/DSC02926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477438782696006002" /></a><div>Here's our house—isn't it so cute? I've decided to save most of the pics from the trip for Photo Shoot Friday (perhaps I will break it up in two installments?), so you'll have to wait a few days to see 'em!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">We're leaving soon and I'm so sad about it. I need to do something enjoyable tonight to try to ward off post-vacay blues. That's the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">worst</span>. Hrm, maybe I'll see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">SATC2</span>? Who's seen it? And what do you do to unwind from vacay and get ready for the upcoming week?</span></div><div><br /></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-31485086042501087992010-05-29T08:00:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:24:58.604-07:00Grocery Shopping with Sexy Asians<div style="text-align: left;">Hola from Southampton! We got in early yesterday afternoon and hit up the grocery store right away to stock up on food and beer. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMotNXcQcZArd6Is-t24eBpQT6Vh7u6pPMmpdi7KVT8mssox8pKO1kQOAv_8JjqgP2db5-eZSzlDeH-pRAFN0Qw_-U1McJ3rgJ2YRIDZNP9YlI836pu-T3qYHc4z2_mp9b7Dy7N_0Eyg/s1600/DSC02944.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMotNXcQcZArd6Is-t24eBpQT6Vh7u6pPMmpdi7KVT8mssox8pKO1kQOAv_8JjqgP2db5-eZSzlDeH-pRAFN0Qw_-U1McJ3rgJ2YRIDZNP9YlI836pu-T3qYHc4z2_mp9b7Dy7N_0Eyg/s320/DSC02944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476706843003529794" /></a>Here's <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-shoot-friday-beer-and-hot-asian.html">Melissa</a> and her older sis, Michelle. I don't know about you, but I NEVER look this hottt when I'm grocery shopping!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XLn986FTVuu-CeQDw9gFufAtVl-QCxU_ajc1HONETwNC7et6TKCP9_dnzhvCv0sWIOapVRzg4hoeZ8-sbN5vA1e0cUcCgZBEic0VuB2EnmHj7v3td_E2UMWO9GkFUEnbjKn7ggAa1Z0/s1600/DSC02949.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XLn986FTVuu-CeQDw9gFufAtVl-QCxU_ajc1HONETwNC7et6TKCP9_dnzhvCv0sWIOapVRzg4hoeZ8-sbN5vA1e0cUcCgZBEic0VuB2EnmHj7v3td_E2UMWO9GkFUEnbjKn7ggAa1Z0/s320/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476706312321304786" /></a>As everything was being rung up, I started getting nervous about all of the frivolous things I threw into the cart. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But</span>, we really NEEDED those Swedish Fish and bags of Pirate's Booty!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkqxvyiQQDsN_4dJ36V-r5t3YkqyMUH8E9zvaHQXCb33qndfWSaCZfbI1PTUHJfd4wnxpiX2OOPh7aUOC8-KKjAIO0i8pFl2L8fYWgK4JBd_bJUi07ec6ZvTNOIhjHygMiFoAS9CSOAk/s1600/DSC02951.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkqxvyiQQDsN_4dJ36V-r5t3YkqyMUH8E9zvaHQXCb33qndfWSaCZfbI1PTUHJfd4wnxpiX2OOPh7aUOC8-KKjAIO0i8pFl2L8fYWgK4JBd_bJUi07ec6ZvTNOIhjHygMiFoAS9CSOAk/s320/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476705440706025522" /></a>Hey, not too bad divided between seven people! I plan to eat the groceries for pretty much every single meal, so the small amount of cash I allotted for the trip should last me! <br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNkJTr2Zu7SM18Qpwbzf0uIOq6Q8fWsl6lszNMYifFJiftKXjAjnZhO18TyhPz6jCpGwt9e0ZeoD5boUOkVyq1qGKFTmUW0GSQyczYKv3lE5eF9psq1aNcQ_vam1vYUFZxighGcR6aHE/s1600/DSC02952.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNkJTr2Zu7SM18Qpwbzf0uIOq6Q8fWsl6lszNMYifFJiftKXjAjnZhO18TyhPz6jCpGwt9e0ZeoD5boUOkVyq1qGKFTmUW0GSQyczYKv3lE5eF9psq1aNcQ_vam1vYUFZxighGcR6aHE/s320/DSC02952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476708099764944082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>We got quite a workout loading the bags of groceries into the car. Tiff hooked us up with this Ford Flex!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyb5rekqrBCexlkg3V47Gg40aLxM61hVz8Yp6RjTU_TJvKKWdnneZfjTzb-woT9ddbaPwDpfI5XcKE2tt8TSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>So after we unpacked our groceries, we busted out the wine, which lead to this random video. Here's Jenn showing you how to keep your chips from going stale! haha </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I hope everyone's having a FABULOUS weekend so far! Tell me: What will you be eating this weekend? And what are your groceries essentials when you're on vacay?</span></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-5739528087819854442010-05-28T05:45:00.000-07:002010-05-28T05:56:11.462-07:00Photo Shoot Friday: Small Bites, Big Flavors<div>Recently my boyfriend encouraged me to take more pictures so that I don't continue to have "throw away posts" for Photo Shoot Friday. (Umm, I think he was talking about <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo-shoot-friday-hemp-necklaces-and.html" target="_blank">last week</a>!) So, I brought the camera out with us last Sunday for date night numero dos—yes, two in one weekend. (Date Night one was recapped <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/bringing-sexy-back.html" target="_blank">here</a>.) </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7RjzS9LNMQJf7GIZN32NkTWsMwTz_OlcoxBwNz3swwdAwpiSOoNqCysn-2r3Gd_LPux6AcDhwRekc2HHfJZorAt3VrZXndQHTOQ-gSc4GAsGKEJR3gRNT1dBR2apUiNAAe7PqqkdSXY/s1600/DSC02911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7RjzS9LNMQJf7GIZN32NkTWsMwTz_OlcoxBwNz3swwdAwpiSOoNqCysn-2r3Gd_LPux6AcDhwRekc2HHfJZorAt3VrZXndQHTOQ-gSc4GAsGKEJR3gRNT1dBR2apUiNAAe7PqqkdSXY/s320/DSC02911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476098021363529762" /></a>We went to Macondo, a Latin American tapas restaurant on the Lower East Side. I've only been there once before, maybe a year or so ago—I can't believe it took me so long to go back!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bRrizLepRv1pd3f-O9Syu968_PTjzOEXnI28wc-Si8hkADUdndKQFxLn3yW_10O9SeLztbtRsKy5mtM9PqI5J080m6B9BtezZa0fbL5jEKxcztafUocMudlY-9i7LMg7GUiGCZwrFIU/s1600/DSC02886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bRrizLepRv1pd3f-O9Syu968_PTjzOEXnI28wc-Si8hkADUdndKQFxLn3yW_10O9SeLztbtRsKy5mtM9PqI5J080m6B9BtezZa0fbL5jEKxcztafUocMudlY-9i7LMg7GUiGCZwrFIU/s320/DSC02886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476097557464265874" /></a>To me, atmosphere is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> as important as the food. I love the cool, low-key vibe. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDOnqVLb7ubhQExPL4kvrFSFfCo1rU1sEbiLa8vEukpV0yezFjlQGrQCDxVU8uM2vvW8mPcm7bHk_DZJgIqMYzPuTlTdLYGKeKhKltow3MDBE27iDlEoG8NG4bHDC2oVOSBUAtpSqgLk/s1600/DSC02891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUDOnqVLb7ubhQExPL4kvrFSFfCo1rU1sEbiLa8vEukpV0yezFjlQGrQCDxVU8uM2vvW8mPcm7bHk_DZJgIqMYzPuTlTdLYGKeKhKltow3MDBE27iDlEoG8NG4bHDC2oVOSBUAtpSqgLk/s320/DSC02891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476096944491820290" /></a>We started with plantains topped with shrimp in a red sauce. I looove plantains—it's miraculous that I just had this one bite. Willpower WHAT?!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz1YhscznF-ogxUDjHA473nOFNcE4L-y6vk0n85AgX1iDCmA6A8ZtY-RU5R9sKjOGjM1nOouAPtma8g5wEScKCniOYptnEGfJ6pVbQy3WeQh95rs90kIaQ699I9g11zpmnoJ_4uEVjv0/s1600/DSC02896.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz1YhscznF-ogxUDjHA473nOFNcE4L-y6vk0n85AgX1iDCmA6A8ZtY-RU5R9sKjOGjM1nOouAPtma8g5wEScKCniOYptnEGfJ6pVbQy3WeQh95rs90kIaQ699I9g11zpmnoJ_4uEVjv0/s320/DSC02896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476096199747698994" /></a>For my main meal, I got the black bean stew and topped it with citrus, cheese and tomatoes. Interesting combo, huh? It was delish!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7baASzMeL2H8AAje0XCqGsfTjd6LaqHvAPv4SyxDhZHo2tHzRQP9hIqZ0H_IYaSGD6_v_a9E_gZf9r7VbWHKglcXacH9Sej56bYT6SsErZ1D54rxZxkXG1DlaPNQy1jq2ubEQtxoC3wU/s1600/DSC02902.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7baASzMeL2H8AAje0XCqGsfTjd6LaqHvAPv4SyxDhZHo2tHzRQP9hIqZ0H_IYaSGD6_v_a9E_gZf9r7VbWHKglcXacH9Sej56bYT6SsErZ1D54rxZxkXG1DlaPNQy1jq2ubEQtxoC3wU/s320/DSC02902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095567375832626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hola mis amigos! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW2LNlxYGLUx4AjdnJ1FTPn1TxNsaCqEJbq214l-oRcL6AjgKCvo0GVgtQkjpbdhyevo8cHFRC4SVhf56UG_ubo3x5D4h4q3brVxhjBcQWJ6Qs29JTXA3XuMJW5yQ80x1qrQvDMR5kEI/s1600/DSC02899.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW2LNlxYGLUx4AjdnJ1FTPn1TxNsaCqEJbq214l-oRcL6AjgKCvo0GVgtQkjpbdhyevo8cHFRC4SVhf56UG_ubo3x5D4h4q3brVxhjBcQWJ6Qs29JTXA3XuMJW5yQ80x1qrQvDMR5kEI/s320/DSC02899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095055317352306" /></a>I'm typically a fan of anything smeared in a creamy orange sauce, but these potatoes were only a'ight. I just had one so I could save room for this:<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEAdj7Cxauph7nO5C2TTxK60hoRPSws7UBAzVbw8JnTto4E4KCfHoI-QnVTrmVYamBYlQueN4_PD06cMG5UR46uF0M17_hD2xcTeqtdLYvJ5qgnThyxwUmKO4pe1UNKiz7Q3HPT937y4/s1600/DSC02908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEAdj7Cxauph7nO5C2TTxK60hoRPSws7UBAzVbw8JnTto4E4KCfHoI-QnVTrmVYamBYlQueN4_PD06cMG5UR46uF0M17_hD2xcTeqtdLYvJ5qgnThyxwUmKO4pe1UNKiz7Q3HPT937y4/s320/DSC02908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476094579838025570" /></a>I had a couple bites of one short ribs slider and plenty of fries. Hold up, let's get a closer look...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81sYaBY55DUuomm9r7Xa6HT9_uj1CxG33kppx9NZBBrBUJbed7NXYZDDWXKXNSOTh23RFtKLstwBttIXeslIoGJFJAN74Pc9zjEly3UzXZ5fF2SKduzeqZ9Zc2AHMHBUFgnIcihJMF-8/s1600/DSC02907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81sYaBY55DUuomm9r7Xa6HT9_uj1CxG33kppx9NZBBrBUJbed7NXYZDDWXKXNSOTh23RFtKLstwBttIXeslIoGJFJAN74Pc9zjEly3UzXZ5fF2SKduzeqZ9Zc2AHMHBUFgnIcihJMF-8/s320/DSC02907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476094155416521810" /></a>Mmm. I love flavorful bite-sized dishes—you don't need much to feel totally satisfied! </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I look back at what my boyfriend and I eat together and wonder if it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">normal</span>. Did we totally pig out or what? I really can't tell. And it's hard to know exactly how much you've eaten where you're having bites here and there. I've been doing a pretty good job of ordering what I want when I go out to eat, but not stuffing myself to the point of discomfort—that's the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">worst</span>. Progress people, progress!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ohh and what's everyone doing over the long weekend? I'm hopping in a car to go to Southampton as we speak! (Eek, I'm the one driving!) Our house has Wireless—WooHoo!—so I'll be updating the blog with our fun adventures over the weekend. Check back in, ya hear? Whatever you're doing, be safe and have tons of fun! MWAH!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So what about you: Do you eat more when you're dining out with certain people? I definitely eat the most when I'm with my bf—sometimes I forget that I really CAN'T match him bite for bite! </span></div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-38416969434679506272010-05-27T12:30:00.000-07:002010-05-27T12:49:03.265-07:00Being a freelancer sucks when you um, aren't FREE<div style="text-align: left;">I cannot tell you how much it pains me to tell someone NO when I'm called for a job. After all, I'm the <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-beggars-ever-allowed-to-be-choosers.html" target="_blank">YES girl</a> remember? When I was at <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/jury-duty-my-cousin-vinny-style.html" target="_blank">jury duty</a> the other week, I had to turn down a reporting gig for a website I would loooove to work for. I was super-bummed, but I have a pal at the company, so when they told me "Don't worry, we'll call you again," I believed it. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But yesterday as I was walking to the park to lay out (I know, you hate me), I got a call from a 323 number. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Who do I know in California?</span> Worried it might be a salesperson from my gym calling me yet again from a different phone number, I let it go to voicemail. Then I listened to the message:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hi Ellen, this is Steve. I'm a producer at A&E (Ok ok, interesting...) and I'm calling you about a new show we're working on (Right right...). You were very highly recommended to us (Umm, obvi), and I was wondering if you could assist our wardrobe stylist with an upcoming taping. (Please please PLEASE don't be this weekend!) So if you're free this Friday through Sunday, give me a call and</span>...I didn't hear anything after that. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJsauJOF_wW2_8VbLaonefOz_4Id37f_DnvfbEg9EmeOUqd8wg_fVoqQ11EaLvGkgu_s9WltEjHLCgt2bbryJv5PGC6QE5db8IiDkomWXfWE0gilXY0LyJSsaEU6KBPVjsJrOGrLdPDA/s1600/tlfreelance_writer_t_shirt.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirJsauJOF_wW2_8VbLaonefOz_4Id37f_DnvfbEg9EmeOUqd8wg_fVoqQ11EaLvGkgu_s9WltEjHLCgt2bbryJv5PGC6QE5db8IiDkomWXfWE0gilXY0LyJSsaEU6KBPVjsJrOGrLdPDA/s320/tlfreelance_writer_t_shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476036210887932034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>(Ok, so this pic is random, but I totally think people should start paying their freelancers with Starbucks gift cards!) If you recall from<a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-handing-in-my-hamptons-v-card.html" target="_blank"> this post</a>, I'm going to be in Southampton over the weekend. If I could afford to lose that $300 deposit, I might have considered canceling (Oh ok, no I wouldn't have), but it just wasn't realistic at such short notice. Plus, this trip is like five years overdue! But seriously, how much does that SUCK?! I was especially excited for the opportunity because I didn't have any connections at this company, which showed me that somehow my name is floating around the big bad city, and that's pretty awesome. I called Steve back to thank him and to tell him to please keep me in mind for future jobs. (I'm positive I came across waaay too eager...and desperate.) He said he'd "keep me on file." (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">On file? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Really?</span></span>) FAIL. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Freelancing is the best thing in the world when: 1.) You're getting called regularly for jobs. 2.) You're available to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">do</span> those jobs. I can't help but to think that by saying "no," I will lose a potential employer forever. It's so frustrating! </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me: What's the thing you like the least about your job? And does anyone have any exciting work-related news to share? I promise I won't get jealous! ;)</span></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-50363578405908194012010-05-27T05:30:00.000-07:002010-05-27T05:39:03.719-07:00Which Sex and The City Character are YOU?<div style="text-align: left;">This week in NYC it's been all about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Sex and the City 2</span>! The premiere, the after parties, parties <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">after</span> the after parties, and sadly I haven't been to a single event. Not that I expected to, but I've felt like a loser lately reading my friends' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">SATC</span> Facebook status updates over the last few days: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Just spotted SJP </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">at</span> (insert swanky hotel here)! or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">In a limo on my way to the premiere!</span> Hellllo friends, remember me? I'm a great wing woman in case you have forgotten? <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D0M_UlWAUPSzZ4edDQpOTYwR83G_sB3vaH5fZQnt5ivfPrP4kc117bs9h5pNPFCak7FY5S6T-KJc15hk-ZAIgJpmXCL4kXI37xh6tAS17hTyYKXb6OIWzT_NDqdvA_UpDOIQgnSebSQ/s1600/425.satc.girls.lr.052410.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0D0M_UlWAUPSzZ4edDQpOTYwR83G_sB3vaH5fZQnt5ivfPrP4kc117bs9h5pNPFCak7FY5S6T-KJc15hk-ZAIgJpmXCL4kXI37xh6tAS17hTyYKXb6OIWzT_NDqdvA_UpDOIQgnSebSQ/s320/425.satc.girls.lr.052410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475914684731796418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " /></a></div><div>An.Y.way, here's a group pic from the premiere. Lookin' good, ladies! I don't know about you, but I'm happy to see that SJP doesn't have a plant growing out of her head like she did at the London premiere for the first movie. (I believe the Brits call those little hats <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">fascinators</span>?) Her asymmetrical lemon colored dress allows her to stand out just enough without screaming LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME! </div><div><br /></div><div>So, if you had to guess, who do you think my favorite character is? I'll narrow it down for you...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2MD1rwe48aepTjI0FDBqFdrhMv1IxSx9NwKkvCep4ZgvtBBJqHNExqbxYV0yZRc1dMa0xyQWh3uP84u5XGBNpu57T4b3ap6i__dQSHLgloMiWVQ_IhoZXnpdwgoyA0_qFuM54Qifx-c/s1600/alg_carrie_miranda_satc2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2MD1rwe48aepTjI0FDBqFdrhMv1IxSx9NwKkvCep4ZgvtBBJqHNExqbxYV0yZRc1dMa0xyQWh3uP84u5XGBNpu57T4b3ap6i__dQSHLgloMiWVQ_IhoZXnpdwgoyA0_qFuM54Qifx-c/s320/alg_carrie_miranda_satc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475918116518422354" /></a>Carrie has killer style and just an overall fabulous little Manhattan life (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and</span> she's a writer), but....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWXmD969bohxjt66qEmRoY-CTRRhKR_XqzChaZDrNJ_wlpCgrvEBfgU3rOF1I3mZq-PvCillZg4tpn6eVyPxTrUD1Tl0ZOU3MitqeptNzc5tVqc1KLgQlXAQZ_GAqSl7qRe3DPHLy0B0/s1600/cynthia-nixon-1-1.jpg"><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEWXmD969bohxjt66qEmRoY-CTRRhKR_XqzChaZDrNJ_wlpCgrvEBfgU3rOF1I3mZq-PvCillZg4tpn6eVyPxTrUD1Tl0ZOU3MitqeptNzc5tVqc1KLgQlXAQZ_GAqSl7qRe3DPHLy0B0/s320/cynthia-nixon-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475917849352627058" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm SO Miranda! Are you surprised? She's funny, sarcastic, smart—LOVE her. I actually have a tank top that says, "I'm a Miranda!" I need to dig it up and rock it when I go to see the movie. Cheesy? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Yes</span>. Do I care? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">No</span>. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So tell me: Which <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">SATC</span> character are YOU and why? Are you excited for the movie? I've heard mixed reviews, but of course I'm going to see it anyway!</span></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-39520451994395452322010-05-26T10:00:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:20:18.703-07:00On-the-Fence Fashion<div style="text-align: left;">New trends are constantly coming out (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">er</span>, or being recycled), and there's always a few I'm on the fence about. Like, I know they are totally approved by the Fashion Gods and that I'm <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">supposed</span> to like them, but sometimes I just don't quite <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">get it</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Trend #1: Cut-outs and shredding</span><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGko8xln7DRpNWYy8lD1r40BJ07hBEWeK3Bpnr-ZDisXNAcJ392vRU25InQl1v_D-6RhjaLu_-9r-CUzEaBEdykE_HIPP-Pgsc5Vy9hBOzG29BwR2pMY6XxHGnujnqPFW6p9H1TNzQ7s/s1600/DSC02852.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGko8xln7DRpNWYy8lD1r40BJ07hBEWeK3Bpnr-ZDisXNAcJ392vRU25InQl1v_D-6RhjaLu_-9r-CUzEaBEdykE_HIPP-Pgsc5Vy9hBOzG29BwR2pMY6XxHGnujnqPFW6p9H1TNzQ7s/s320/DSC02852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475596746620350850" /></a>Both Liza and Joyann are sporting this trend, but unfortunately you can't really see it. They look hottt in the pic though, which is why I decided to post it anyway. The shoulders on Liza's dress are cut out and the back of Joyann's dress looks something like this:</div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnjMQ_CFJdd3XID1PgSIfrdJKXAKy0SW3jM_QP73KLu8In08W0ML_vGLNLQzEhNP5jkMJK2jSCLlOe4xX40A1PjL85NbaXDu7j2nTJ2VMB4bifbexu31hc1QRR1Tupg5TO-vry6fKpUc/s1600/cheap2005612028_p1_v1_m56577569831882327_254x500.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnjMQ_CFJdd3XID1PgSIfrdJKXAKy0SW3jM_QP73KLu8In08W0ML_vGLNLQzEhNP5jkMJK2jSCLlOe4xX40A1PjL85NbaXDu7j2nTJ2VMB4bifbexu31hc1QRR1Tupg5TO-vry6fKpUc/s320/cheap2005612028_p1_v1_m56577569831882327_254x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475600784715004418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, so I'm down with these looks—edgy, but subtle. (Photo: Cheap Monday tank from <a href="http://www.shopbop.com/" target="_blank">Shopbop.)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacRMUKJoNUCPcuv-HehnsqSOh0bBm4L-wgj4mIBjnW2MJ9h_9hEMsJjM4MAtZlgM_LIXO8huGk7qwbRwUkkp391qYWMfN3s7UOJ0kBSlCrLulDFIxa9cd9164riXxlUK7t2T5rscISKw/s1600/kanye-amber-nude-outfit-paris-fashion-week-385.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacRMUKJoNUCPcuv-HehnsqSOh0bBm4L-wgj4mIBjnW2MJ9h_9hEMsJjM4MAtZlgM_LIXO8huGk7qwbRwUkkp391qYWMfN3s7UOJ0kBSlCrLulDFIxa9cd9164riXxlUK7t2T5rscISKw/s320/kanye-amber-nude-outfit-paris-fashion-week-385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475601369654597042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>But <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">this</span>? No thank you. If this is in style, then I will gladly turn myself in to the Fashion Police right this second because I do not concur. I guess Amber Rose is still trying to help Kanye prove to the world that he likes girls instead of boys. Give it up, dude, no one believes you.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Trend #2: Clogs</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDZVziGXEispcmEV-5QrQofkd9LbvPN3IRitbGqpdGq5fIdiiyoayEI8lb4IjgDFtBmigZVuSENjloPkuWhBxWTHnssaro-1Qr7lffQi15Rp1OQ8t47D73xOwTJu2DOV5UosONfQVn20/s1600/image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzDZVziGXEispcmEV-5QrQofkd9LbvPN3IRitbGqpdGq5fIdiiyoayEI8lb4IjgDFtBmigZVuSENjloPkuWhBxWTHnssaro-1Qr7lffQi15Rp1OQ8t47D73xOwTJu2DOV5UosONfQVn20/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475590273746931154" /></a>To clog or not to clog? That's the recurring question every summer. MK Olsen looks like a bum most of time, but she knows her shit. (I looove her and Ashley's line <a href="http://elizabethandjames.us/" target="_blank">Elizabeth and James</a>!) Hrm...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZ1Th-urkSWKmof-TaXZIm6qQ7GTbDXBeeSwwudwKmIdqwzB1NXByVP8nVYSx8M5gAc-cmqn0EKFFGkP6aVDnNy7HbRhONbrtR75FQACT3NwgDIvSSFXH48CA9pzr6eXhjWy6qoPC5Bg/s1600/image005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZ1Th-urkSWKmof-TaXZIm6qQ7GTbDXBeeSwwudwKmIdqwzB1NXByVP8nVYSx8M5gAc-cmqn0EKFFGkP6aVDnNy7HbRhONbrtR75FQACT3NwgDIvSSFXH48CA9pzr6eXhjWy6qoPC5Bg/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475590006913804978" /></a>I got an email the other day about these shoes, <a href="http://www.kirnazabete.com/designers/fitflop/" target="_blank">FitFlops</a>. Apparently they are biochemically engineered to help sculpt your leg muscles, improve posture <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and</span> reduce back pain—which I have from time to time. These could be worth trying—if I'm going to start cloggin', I suppose doing it with added health benefits is the way to go! <br /><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Trend #3: Denim on Denim</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxsmy4B7cR5t4HbF6w2dmdlPAXVlghAJI1O4dKVNJlrDW0TT682RHMIfFz7qTOXsURtP0JrmoZCs3ICCDdSyCdhcScTSOWMLbfBLbacFqylgRJnuZohwWgoxFBs9wek48O4SeU3IoSr0/s1600/DSC02884.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxsmy4B7cR5t4HbF6w2dmdlPAXVlghAJI1O4dKVNJlrDW0TT682RHMIfFz7qTOXsURtP0JrmoZCs3ICCDdSyCdhcScTSOWMLbfBLbacFqylgRJnuZohwWgoxFBs9wek48O4SeU3IoSr0/s320/DSC02884.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475589653609838050" /></a><div>I've been testing out this trend for a while now, and I'm <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">still</span> unsure about it. I always think it's cool when I first put it together, but looking back now...ICK! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWpa6qjL2Jwp3e1qJ7DbTRgMgANvosCntOkquxWKW99woEg5SfJx-wbLpkQeg6hh-KMqaD-ijRRS6PGj1y_cMlLbmEdD1vV_BM0U9UltZqcbmYfw5uFIJKe8wQoPtlLkrZLpLXrNq8pQ/s1600/00380m.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWpa6qjL2Jwp3e1qJ7DbTRgMgANvosCntOkquxWKW99woEg5SfJx-wbLpkQeg6hh-KMqaD-ijRRS6PGj1y_cMlLbmEdD1vV_BM0U9UltZqcbmYfw5uFIJKe8wQoPtlLkrZLpLXrNq8pQ/s320/00380m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610021992888642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a>And this is what walked down the Louis Vuitton runway at Spring Fashion Week. I love the afro, but everything else confuses the hell out of me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Whyyyy?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So what are your thoughts on these three trends? What others are you on the fence about?</span></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-9074527200798938362010-05-25T10:00:00.000-07:002010-05-25T10:14:21.219-07:00Bringing Sexy BackSaturday my boyfriend and I planned a special date night because we hadn't seen each other in a week. It sucks when we're both that busy, but we always find a way to make it up to each other. So how do we bring the sexy back?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49QAEyZyIRVsjkM25qgWGWYt6kvDHQG4unUmeSIcgBNWvYq7M6E0EpOYI3yCJ2EODprjNc3XzBdtdRrPCEggr_HX5pg2I5Oo3sgf47QkwQf9SVT1DVno-yW1mLF0dXwZzPNqySsoqmQU/s1600/DSC02820.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49QAEyZyIRVsjkM25qgWGWYt6kvDHQG4unUmeSIcgBNWvYq7M6E0EpOYI3yCJ2EODprjNc3XzBdtdRrPCEggr_HX5pg2I5Oo3sgf47QkwQf9SVT1DVno-yW1mLF0dXwZzPNqySsoqmQU/s320/DSC02820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475033938544298690" border="0" /></a>I wear high heels...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDalIFvcAVazpGgm8iBrzXI5ZK9tEeCVADqlS94ANp_Vdn4SrOGIfxTYGG01eECaWmFk1877G6EhSEfSwPgLiVN6n1kZBR_Zmuo2RHChD_-DR_dq1FDosj0v4kl7E5k7J8b1y5gil7kA/s1600/DSC02832.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDalIFvcAVazpGgm8iBrzXI5ZK9tEeCVADqlS94ANp_Vdn4SrOGIfxTYGG01eECaWmFk1877G6EhSEfSwPgLiVN6n1kZBR_Zmuo2RHChD_-DR_dq1FDosj0v4kl7E5k7J8b1y5gil7kA/s320/DSC02832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475033550665278098" border="0" /></a>...and he takes me out to a nice sushi dinner. We went to Blue Ribbon in SoHo--it's one of my favorites! In addition to the usual suspects (california roll, tuna/salmon/egg/eel sushi pieces), we tried the Blue Ribbon roll.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipU2DA6GAQb7iBLpoDCCEMbG0TI6DENtICMgKvSOJScKruorgpfWxwlomt9Ef80ftd3BLmIYsMiEIkHNUxvV1nRh3bn634OEpE0OXIP4tUo8BgpxH2Bf2e_QFeoQ9D_vWSNQPvxe9LBGA/s1600/DSC02834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipU2DA6GAQb7iBLpoDCCEMbG0TI6DENtICMgKvSOJScKruorgpfWxwlomt9Ef80ftd3BLmIYsMiEIkHNUxvV1nRh3bn634OEpE0OXIP4tUo8BgpxH2Bf2e_QFeoQ9D_vWSNQPvxe9LBGA/s320/DSC02834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475033194116634786" border="0" /></a>It was pretty to look at (caviar, anyone?), but I didn't love it. Lobster doesn't have much flavor, and the shiso had an <span style="font-style: italic;">um</span>, interesting taste. I don't know, maybe a sushi expert would have given it rave reviews, but it wasn't my cup of green tea!<br /><br />My boyfriend and I went here on one of our first dates, so it was fun to recall that memory when we were still getting to know each other. (Actually, it's a bit of a blur--I drank waaaay too much in the beginning of our relationship!) He made a comment the other day about how I rarely wear heels anymore and I freaked. <span style="font-style: italic;">Nooo! I don't want to be THAT girl! </span>So I put on high heels and gave myself a D.I.Y. mani. And I had planned to wear something a little <span style="font-style: italic;">sexier</span>, but I didn't like anything in my closet, so I borrowed Liza's DVF jumper. It did the job.<br /><br />**Ohh, I've got giveaway winner announcements!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fromfat2fab2009.blogspot.com/?zx=27f96cf74026ef74" target="_blank">BerryFine</a> won the Bumble and Bumble hair products and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mary Allen</span> won Carmindy's <span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy Busy Beautiful </span>book! Shoot me an email ladies with your mailing info! And I *pinky promise* I selected the winners at random. I gave everyone a number and had the bf pick 'em :) (Does anyone have any suggestions on a better way to do it??) An.Y.way...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So yeah, it doesn't take much for my bf and I to bring the sexy back into our relationship when things get a little crazy. High heels, sushi, vino and we're good! What about you: What special things do you (or have you done in the past) with your partner to keep the flame a burnin'? And how important do you think it is to fix up and make the effort to look good for each other? </span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-8642294629179484692010-05-24T06:00:00.000-07:002010-05-24T11:31:17.166-07:00How do you decide what you put your energy into?As a freelancer, it's really important what I choose to spend my time and energy on. At times I want to say YES to everything, but some jobs just aren't worth it. Like, I'd rather write an article for FREE for a publication I really like and want to build a working relationship with, over writing a blog about baby nurseries for a parenting website for $50. <em>What's worth it? What isn't?</em> That's what I'm constantly asking myself.<br /><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 295px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474796961622428754" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMMEm9Mj0hPo9SkPsKFj9y-gfCCNBDf6O_AaY6XH-ZGdt_jWzQxao5RazbxO-Mc3gm8nQ1nrUUcazwSRU0OOsZKe4vbLFuN95mBt9Ll9mI7uudko-nRZXz9VSQYcGYQmYVgDUsTfzIQ0/s320/001578_WEIGHTLIFTINGcolor.gif" border="0" /><br />So I told you that I recently took on a freelance PR/assistant gig. Well, I finished out one job and then on Friday I quit. <em>I</em> was the one doing the firing this time around and it felt pretty weird. I took the job for the potential networking opportunities and contacts it would bring (I certainly didn't do it for the money!), but after day one I realized it was something I just couldn't --and shouldn't--invest my energy into. It's really not in my best interest to tell you the details of what went down, but let's just say that I will no longer be able to watch <em>The Devil Wears Prada</em> with the same amount of enjoyment, which really is a shame.<br /><br />I was kinda bummed that the gig didn't work out because I was excited to be able to tell people I was doing SOMETHING, something kinda cool, regarding work. <em>Ohh well</em>. Bragging rights certainly aren't worth destruction to my mental health!<br /><br />So, it's back to the drawing board! On the bright side, I will now be able to regain focus on the blog. (Well, I might not be 100 percent back to normal until after Memorial Day weekend, but I'm getting there!) Ohh and it's not too late to enter the <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-loves-you.html" target="_blank">Bumble and Bumble contest giveaway</a>--I've decided to wait until tonight to pick a winner! An.Y.way...<br /><br /><strong>Tell me: How do you decide what you put your energy into? What's worth it and what isn't? And have you ever had a <span style="font-style: italic;">Devil Wears Prada</span> moment at work?!<br /></strong>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-66166175007157695632010-05-23T14:30:00.000-07:002010-05-23T15:04:04.202-07:00Do your food cravings change by the season?Mine do. This winter I was allll about chili. My boyfriend and I made it quite a bit, and we actually still have some saved in the freezer! It's filling, yummy and just so satisfying during the colder months. (And well, I'm always looking for an excuse to eat tortilla chips!) Well now that the temps are rising, my ice cream cravings have kicked into full gear, and it's just down right dangerous.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ym3plMYTKOV6eWDdif5eEsWbIZ2dRxLwhfx04NOvmD_vYTXoB9_N89BsxbOTMy2p4mv5dlnhsLPRKYYgF6wCKKlVy9u0UpLKrkeBCQHEWRQWrI-6xaXi3nr2QxXxy3Ao13tSp9_wXWw/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474578588226699298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ym3plMYTKOV6eWDdif5eEsWbIZ2dRxLwhfx04NOvmD_vYTXoB9_N89BsxbOTMy2p4mv5dlnhsLPRKYYgF6wCKKlVy9u0UpLKrkeBCQHEWRQWrI-6xaXi3nr2QxXxy3Ao13tSp9_wXWw/s320/049.JPG" /></a>After I finished my <em>Glamour</em> reporting in Union Square this afternoon, I had a hankering for something cold and creamy, so I popped into <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-shoot-friday-tasti-d-lite-im.html" target="_blank">The Lite Choice </a>just a block away for a cup of Dark Chocolate Truffle with mint chips. It was so good--I love their selection of toppings! (New <em>Yawk</em>ers, check out <a href="http://www.thelitechoice.com/blog/?page_id=512" target="_blank">these awesome giveaways </a>they are doing right now!)<br /><br />I had chilled out a bit (pun intended) on the ice cream and froyo treats a bit when the weather was cooler, but today I realized that it's not going to be quite as easy to resist once summer officially starts. Pretty soon, I know I'm going to want ice cream every.single.day. I don't think I'm strong enough to resist it--actually, I know I'm not--but I'm going to try to just get a small serving every time I do have it. I guess it's all about compromise and balance and the idea that everything is good in moderation. Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah. We'll have to wait and see how THAT goes!<br /><br /><strong>So what about you: do your food cravings change by the season? What do you love to eat during the summer?</strong>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-69661705659343157572010-05-22T07:00:00.000-07:002010-05-22T07:08:44.415-07:00Lets.get.fired.UP!<div style="text-align: left;">Clap, clap, clap clap clap. I was a cheerleader for a YMCA basketball team when I was like 10, and that was my favorite little cheer. Why? Because it was the only one I could remember all of the words and moves to! An.Y.way. You know from <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/03/starbucks-fairy-is-making-it-rainon-me.html" target="_blank">this post</a> that I love love LOVE getting little surprises in the mail, and LOOK what my friend <a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-time-for-me-to-grow-up-yet.html" target="_blank">Lorraine</a> sent me yesterday!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY47Oi2m6ferMl9ugFO0TCQpZ701z5rCrIYBJiyCy-opoWenE8XWMGLstrsT8EKFauClxBaAM_v0sJMfd99sbKTuP826V3VD4-B1rH7Oiy9g9XNpS0agfrxXSG92YAdl5uKgFuPFtgkFM/s1600/DSC02817.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY47Oi2m6ferMl9ugFO0TCQpZ701z5rCrIYBJiyCy-opoWenE8XWMGLstrsT8EKFauClxBaAM_v0sJMfd99sbKTuP826V3VD4-B1rH7Oiy9g9XNpS0agfrxXSG92YAdl5uKgFuPFtgkFM/s320/DSC02817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474091240264635458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>It's hanging on my wall right above my desk—perfecto! It's so funny, when I first started the blog, some people thought the name meant that I was like FIRED UP about something. Angry? Pumped up? I'm not sure. But nope, I'm just straight up FIRED. </div><div><br /></div><div>But as you know by now, plenty of things <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">do</span> get me fired up. One being, that there seems to be so many people with fabulous jobs who just don't seem to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">deserve</span> them. People with fancy titles who find sneaky ways to get other people to make them look good without even lifting a finger. Hate that. And most recently, I worked with a PR director of one of the fanciest hotels in NYC who was a complete mess—unprofessional, unorganized, un...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">everything</span>. It just boggled my mind. I really try not to be bitter, but sometimes it's just so damn hard!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So what about you: What's getting you FIRED UP these days?</span></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670679032484051596.post-68537972648793106642010-05-21T06:00:00.000-07:002010-05-21T06:05:04.583-07:00Photo Shoot Friday: Hemp Necklaces and Harry Potter<div style="text-align: left;">I've been really lame lately, and haven't been going out hardly at all. Actually, I don't think I even remember the last time I got drunk. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">WHOA! </span>Last night I saw Alex and Simon from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The New York Housewives</span> out (which, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ahem</span>, you would know if you are a FnF fan on Facebook!), but I didn't even get to enjoy the party because I was working at it. I always wondered what it would be like to be the door girl with a clipboard—yeah, not as much fun as I thought it would be. (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">What? I'm not on the list? Oh no...that's not right. Damian's boyfriend's sister said that I</span>...) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So that explains why I've resorted to posting these senior year photos from <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/" target="_blank">Buzzfeed</a>. Enjoy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1RMHVBcsm4jhCcBaY-4DoHp9b3UGfXinyy18Vxk9c6SZ1GGC0Q9bfRtxNtt5jDL5UKVc485YnAnIyRUD_nkUhOPNy8Q9HP0SFBluKrJXVDjNfsxV-Lqz4SmHZTSpquAvtaZ_ssKsGK4/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10170-1274280692-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1RMHVBcsm4jhCcBaY-4DoHp9b3UGfXinyy18Vxk9c6SZ1GGC0Q9bfRtxNtt5jDL5UKVc485YnAnIyRUD_nkUhOPNy8Q9HP0SFBluKrJXVDjNfsxV-Lqz4SmHZTSpquAvtaZ_ssKsGK4/s320/enhanced-buzz-10170-1274280692-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691057196892610" /></a>Hemp necklace, check. Gelled hair, check. Boxer briefs peeking out of jeans, check. Two-pack abs, check, check. Serious stare, check. Oh so profesh!<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbDnM7rNYS0r5fPFmm7UAnjHPH3Ik6NXge_NjnGc9TuKHcSMAqr20DP_i_XeCq_izjR6TizF4fvqXBGrItpGpEzwsjYCvVTU6Vc-ygOx8axwj1lard0D2ZVfnlCBnX_aIw4FUnco8nds/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10192-1274280717-8.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbDnM7rNYS0r5fPFmm7UAnjHPH3Ik6NXge_NjnGc9TuKHcSMAqr20DP_i_XeCq_izjR6TizF4fvqXBGrItpGpEzwsjYCvVTU6Vc-ygOx8axwj1lard0D2ZVfnlCBnX_aIw4FUnco8nds/s320/enhanced-buzz-10192-1274280717-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691342168839026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /></a>Ok, so I'm not going to lie, my senior year photos looked a little something like this, only I think I was in a swim suit. Ew. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Mom, why didn't you stop me?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdwcN4nMbWHdIh3hD56zduOXxTqtjBfKcYnkWkhtI4-nbEgz6FDk6bd9YFtSXgR2IaEidDcHT_gdrlARcbf4j8EGmYvOEiDlQDRuU7s439YVxm9SYKKtYcg9cfYX_QkfHHq2lL_C_JEM/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10167-1274280974-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdwcN4nMbWHdIh3hD56zduOXxTqtjBfKcYnkWkhtI4-nbEgz6FDk6bd9YFtSXgR2IaEidDcHT_gdrlARcbf4j8EGmYvOEiDlQDRuU7s439YVxm9SYKKtYcg9cfYX_QkfHHq2lL_C_JEM/s320/enhanced-buzz-10167-1274280974-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473690876139254946" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Bi-polar is so trendy these days. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8bBCo-rc_xTJcGWrtfJ-9oJNb901tkLCgQqg0nNZz7IswY8d7KeCKk5d5qdF7TiDe9xZTJMfcvimhcXJqwQ4c9M_9PWNNIZp1dT0aLaVW4Ui-jQqhtsiYYG0HtnckCkc4XitSuM3DpAI/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10195-1274282450-8.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8bBCo-rc_xTJcGWrtfJ-9oJNb901tkLCgQqg0nNZz7IswY8d7KeCKk5d5qdF7TiDe9xZTJMfcvimhcXJqwQ4c9M_9PWNNIZp1dT0aLaVW4Ui-jQqhtsiYYG0HtnckCkc4XitSuM3DpAI/s320/enhanced-buzz-10195-1274282450-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691505490647138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://firednfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-one-time-at-band-camp-i-stuck.html" target="_blank">This one time, at band camp, I stuck a flute in my...</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWiJzQHozfj5sNoAxo_qkEOtR2Po5DZlr2kZ_Q5FGMGiU4sM6wSZ7y8jAQY25FhjUtm5eYuWdJB-XkiqQOxGq96mFs_JsQ2T0JjSPWmEdAxDGGoQ0aUiuCFvhFlTqCSLzByW9HntgJOE/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10199-1274280671-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoWiJzQHozfj5sNoAxo_qkEOtR2Po5DZlr2kZ_Q5FGMGiU4sM6wSZ7y8jAQY25FhjUtm5eYuWdJB-XkiqQOxGq96mFs_JsQ2T0JjSPWmEdAxDGGoQ0aUiuCFvhFlTqCSLzByW9HntgJOE/s320/enhanced-buzz-10199-1274280671-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473690667461451106" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Umm yeah...I got nothin'.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ag0Vo0_C0Auq0UyMThwKIl9eThPU8u8p8DviYJMB7G9pt-JhvzM3C01ngwbtGR-XJx2MYwqNVooH0hqLElWuCbQ2UQ1f66zQs6_ff1wyFAiW3C_D2hd_uPUmgeIp_cXZJlSzBr_N4Uo/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10197-1274282179-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ag0Vo0_C0Auq0UyMThwKIl9eThPU8u8p8DviYJMB7G9pt-JhvzM3C01ngwbtGR-XJx2MYwqNVooH0hqLElWuCbQ2UQ1f66zQs6_ff1wyFAiW3C_D2hd_uPUmgeIp_cXZJlSzBr_N4Uo/s320/enhanced-buzz-10197-1274282179-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473690489547381362" /></a>Harry Potter is so two years ago. Where the hell are the Edward Cullen senior photos?!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAbwwnDlKnFpZWOMttzdaeA6ZOfLgIaJHWtt2JXGxNVF9oBkGTzypfSIap3rcfx-oRiB1Nh7HR_boNfP1iuYEV3izk68dLcBIga5bQG8Fx7CbZtElHx6M174ZDJ1MsjQOtXBEUWdbIzw/s1600/enhanced-buzz-10159-1274280754-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAbwwnDlKnFpZWOMttzdaeA6ZOfLgIaJHWtt2JXGxNVF9oBkGTzypfSIap3rcfx-oRiB1Nh7HR_boNfP1iuYEV3izk68dLcBIga5bQG8Fx7CbZtElHx6M174ZDJ1MsjQOtXBEUWdbIzw/s320/enhanced-buzz-10159-1274280754-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473690304178026626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think this might be my favorite.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Which one of these do you like best? And what did YOUR senior year photos look like?! </span></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00425749875167877996noreply@blogger.com15