<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083</id><updated>2012-02-08T01:43:08.414-05:00</updated><category term='The Beginning'/><title type='text'>The Blondettes</title><subtitle type='html'>Strap yourself in for some things that will make you laugh, cry, mad, and maybe a bit embarrassed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-6102692206176661737</id><published>2008-12-02T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:44:08.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STVz4nwLvMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DrG9c8Oo2IE/s1600-h/bmbritney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275249955115351234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STVz4nwLvMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DrG9c8Oo2IE/s320/bmbritney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britney Spears, this is a very appropriate post. It is her 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday today, her album Circus dropped today and she preformed on Good Morning America.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, her album is amazing. I was lucky enough to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and wow it is amazing. I think everyone should go out and buy it. She has announce her tour dates for the United States, hopefully the Canadian dates come out soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is saying that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; this morning was not up to par. Of course she is not dancing like she used to post-babies but she is dancing well. I think that the more she performs the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; she will be. It has been a while since she was done these performances, remember for her last album she did not tour, and the album before that she cancelled half way because she hurt her foot and she met Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Federline&lt;/span&gt;...boo... She will come back huge, I know I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be first in line to buy concert tickets. I love Britney!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you did not check out her MTV special On The Record. Sunday night...CHECK IT OUT...it was actually sad. I really feel for her. She said in it that her life is very dull and boring. I think that we judge celebrities so much because we imagine their life to be so great, sometimes the grass is not greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-6102692206176661737?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6102692206176661737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=6102692206176661737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6102692206176661737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6102692206176661737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/britney-spears.html' title='Britney Spears'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STVz4nwLvMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DrG9c8Oo2IE/s72-c/bmbritney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-7074777658168655138</id><published>2008-11-30T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:27:27.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Christmases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMDaAQHvHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJlsWQI1yKc/s1600-h/Reese+and+Vince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274563333860080754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMDaAQHvHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJlsWQI1yKc/s320/Reese+and+Vince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; movies are my favourite. Over the weekend I saw Four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; with Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt; and Vince Vaughn. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;! I think it was one of the best Christmas movies I have seen in a while. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; reflects the issues that people face at Christmas every year, and really explains why some people really dread the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;. Of course Vince Vaughn supplies tons of sarcastic comedy, which I love, and Reese really compliments the comedy with her own style. This weekend alone in the United States Four Christmases was #1 at the box office and made over $46 million! The American Thanksgiving Holiday, helped make it #1 but its a great movie. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a must see, so get out there and watch it!! It is great for families even. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-7074777658168655138?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7074777658168655138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=7074777658168655138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7074777658168655138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7074777658168655138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-christmases.html' title='Four Christmases'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMDaAQHvHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PJlsWQI1yKc/s72-c/Reese+and+Vince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-6516617505662765084</id><published>2008-11-30T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:11:36.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is ENGAGED!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes it is true. Orlando Bloom has asked his longtime girlfriend to marry him. Miranda Kerr, is a Victoria Secret beauty and the two got married in Italy this weekend. Some say that they will tie the knot next year when they both have time off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt; to the beautiful couple, I am sure they will make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hottest&lt;/span&gt; babies ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-6516617505662765084?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6516617505662765084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=6516617505662765084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6516617505662765084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6516617505662765084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-is-engaged.html' title='He is ENGAGED!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-4827421392998368186</id><published>2008-11-23T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:20:03.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSmQvWBMIyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nzRuXC4A8Ng/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271903981852697378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSmQvWBMIyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nzRuXC4A8Ng/s320/marilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with the beautiful, Miss Monroe will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tragic story indeed is the one of Norma Jean Baker, a young girl whom was never told was beautiful or important. "No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if they aren't," Monroe said. A young lady who married, and knew she was destined for more then just making babies and attending to a home. Someone who was not ashamed of her past, because she knew that every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; and choice she made was furthering her future of greatness. A dedicated soul, who fought for every inch of fame that she acquired. Marilyn Monroe was all of these things, she made her self who she was, "Nobody discovered her, she earned her own way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stardom&lt;/span&gt;," Darryl Zanuck, President of 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Century Fox, once said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn used her body to get what she wanted, and sometimes (not always) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; what using her body produced. "Blond hair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;breasts&lt;/span&gt;, that's how I got started. I couldn't act. All I had was blond hair and a body men liked. The reason I got ahead is that I was lucky and met the right men," (Marilyn Monroe) It seems that she was someone caught in the grasp that is the "Hollywood Machine" and was barely holding on for her life. As talented as Marilyn was, she too struggled with feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt; in Hollywood, she once said, "My illusions didn't have anything to do with being a fine actress. I knew how second rate I was. I could actually feel my lack of talent, as if it were cheap clothes I was wearing inside. But, my God, how I wanted to learn, to change, to improve!" These feelings may never have left Monroe, as no one quite understands to this day why she would kill herself, or perhaps something else happened. Her housekeeper, Eunice Murray said after her tragic end, " It's my feeling that Marilyn looked forward to her tomorrows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we know is that Miss Monroe was a unique, brave and dedicated lady, she made her mind up one day that she would be in Hollywood, and she did. Known as one of the best comedic actresses of all time, Marilyn Monroe will never loose her allure, and for that she is and always will be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Blond&lt;/span&gt; in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we make people bigger then they are, and when this happens, their is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;understandably&lt;/span&gt; a large amount of pressure on that individual to be what everyone else wants them to be and fulfill. Celebrities have everything we think we want in life, fame, beauty, money...and we feel that they should be something they are not because of what they have. Marlon Brando made a comment on Marilyn's passing and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember when Marilyn Monroe died? Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: 'How can a girl with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;, fame, youth, money, beauty...how could she kill herself?' Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they can't believe that life wasn't important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fascination with Marilyn Monroe will never fade away, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; story about a women who went were she wanted to go and fulfilled every dream she had, just to realize that perhaps that was not what she wanted after all...&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Norma Jean....&lt;br /&gt;Ms.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-4827421392998368186?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4827421392998368186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=4827421392998368186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/4827421392998368186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/4827421392998368186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/marilyn-monroe.html' title='Marilyn Monroe...'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSmQvWBMIyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nzRuXC4A8Ng/s72-c/marilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-2272902259415119429</id><published>2008-11-19T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:42:27.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris &amp; Benji</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSwOzLKNFWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lq4G8a8Vrhg/s1600-h/parisbenji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605536075715938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSwOzLKNFWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lq4G8a8Vrhg/s320/parisbenji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it over? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;I think people really do...or at least I do.&lt;br /&gt;Paris and Benji have been dating for nine months now. Apparently, he is very controlling and Paris is tried of being bossed around. Also, Benji does not drink, and Paris seems like she likes to have a good time. I think that it is difficult dating someone who has very different morals/beliefs/etc as you. I think it lasts for a while, you can deal with it for a while but it catches up with you. I am not sure they have actually broken up, but if Perez says it then it must be true, right? What do you think, do you even care about her anymore???&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-2272902259415119429?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2272902259415119429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=2272902259415119429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2272902259415119429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2272902259415119429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/paris-benji.html' title='Paris &amp; Benji'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SSwOzLKNFWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Lq4G8a8Vrhg/s72-c/parisbenji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-6213775484170524470</id><published>2008-11-13T13:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:30:17.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Image...And what you can do with it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMF4P1t1bI/AAAAAAAAABA/5xJVeYVHYRg/s1600-h/Holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274566052463629746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMF4P1t1bI/AAAAAAAAABA/5xJVeYVHYRg/s320/Holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about images today...in particular how people look, how they present &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly why they look the way they do (like what are they trying to tell us!)&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair, and the effect that my hair colour has on everyone I meet. I can tell when someone assumes I will be a certain way and then they are genuinely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when I am not the way they anticipated. BUT this blog is not about me...today...I will talk about Holly Madison, because I love her and I think she has an interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up being a plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;, with brown hair and a small skinny body, Holly has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; made herself into what she wanted to be. One could argue, everything she has accomplished is due to her image. I am so impressed by her, actually. She made herself who she is, by means of hair colour and plastic surgery. Who cares if that is what she did, everyone does things that effect there future (university even...).&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the way we are treated as children/teens directly effects how we see the rest of our life, and that is how we change and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; into who we REALLY want to be. Holly lived in Alaska, and when she was in middle school she moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oregon&lt;/span&gt;, she said she was a fish out of water, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; to meet new people. This transition is what shaped her into the dedicated person she is. Clearly, she made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to change her life; physically and also she attended the University of California, started working at Hooters and as a Hawaiian Tropic model. It was when she was working as a Hawaiian Tropic model, she was invited to a party at the Playboy Mansion. Two days after meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hef&lt;/span&gt;, he asked her to move in with him. I guess the rest is history...if you are able to change your image into what you want to be, you are able to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, if you are dedicated, you have the power to do anything or change anything, including your image. Images define who we are, it is unfortunate but it is true. That is the first thing everyone sees, it is up to you to change the rest or not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-6213775484170524470?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6213775484170524470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=6213775484170524470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6213775484170524470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6213775484170524470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/imageand-what-you-can-do-with-it.html' title='Image...And what you can do with it.'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMF4P1t1bI/AAAAAAAAABA/5xJVeYVHYRg/s72-c/Holly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-3585938966573549257</id><published>2008-11-12T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:56:07.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's favorite Friend...</title><content type='html'>Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; is in the December issue of Vogue and her comments in the issue have been getting her some attention. Of course, like every reporter, they ask her about her feelings on Brad and Angelina. For the first time though, she actually responded. Jenny said that she thought that it was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; cool" of Angelina said she could not get wait to get to work on Mrs &amp;amp; Mr Smith everyday. This was a huge step for Jen, and apparently she is still upset about the break-up.  I think that she had a right to be mad, but if it were me in that situation I think I would have either made a comment about this right away, or never made a comment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just me though...I am still always on Jenny's side!!&lt;br /&gt;-Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-3585938966573549257?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3585938966573549257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=3585938966573549257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3585938966573549257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3585938966573549257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyones-favorite-friend.html' title='Everyone&apos;s favorite Friend...'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-5227547900830485824</id><published>2008-11-11T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:33:05.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 3 Girl...is about to be #1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMGiriI9QI/AAAAAAAAABI/XUDwhl1ChQw/s1600-h/kendra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274566781452219650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMGiriI9QI/AAAAAAAAABI/XUDwhl1ChQw/s320/kendra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes Yes, it is true. Kendra Wilkinson is engaged to her footballer hunk. His name is Hank Baskett, he is a Philadelphia Eagles reciever. Actually Kendra's mom used to be a cheerleader for the Eagles. They have not been dating for a while, but apparently they are very much in love. My fav Holly Madison said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told her I better be a bridesmaid," People quoted Madison as saying of her former Girls Next Door co-star. She added: "I haven't met [Hank] but she's crazy about him. He's a really great influence on her and I'm so happy for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony will be held in June at the Playboy mansion, and Hugh Hefner will be walking Kendra down the aisle, which some think is weird, but I think it is very sweet. Kendra has not had a father figure in her life, and she clearly loves Hef. They did 'date' for over 3 years! Also, of course I have to add in a little comment from Holly on her boyfriend Criss Angel, she says, "I am in love with him!" So crazy, but I LOVE her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S &gt; I found out when Girls Next Door season 4 comes out - Jan 28, 2009!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ms. Blonde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-5227547900830485824?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5227547900830485824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=5227547900830485824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5227547900830485824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5227547900830485824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/number-3-girlis-about-to-be-1.html' title='Number 3 Girl...is about to be #1!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/STMGiriI9QI/AAAAAAAAABI/XUDwhl1ChQw/s72-c/kendra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-2650437729675325172</id><published>2008-11-06T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:59:49.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Obsessed....ME???</title><content type='html'>Some may say that I am obsessed with Celebrities. Actually I had a friend say to me the other day"WOW do you ever talk about anything else?" I think that I am 'obsessed', I am very interested and fascinated in these individuals. The best way I can explain my point of view is sometimes I feel like my life is very boring, especially compared to celebs. I am totally okay with my boring life because I can live vicariously through celebs by talking about their issues and lives. Our culture in general is more interested in IN TOUCH and PEREZHILTON.com then they are in local and national newspapers or just news in general, why? I think it is because it is less depressing and frankly more interesting and even a little distracting, like come on don't you just love getting lost in the fabulous world that is CELEBRITY! I do and that is why this is what I like to chat and write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Blonde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-2650437729675325172?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2650437729675325172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=2650437729675325172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2650437729675325172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2650437729675325172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrity-obsessedme.html' title='Celebrity Obsessed....ME???'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-1284293197060151653</id><published>2008-11-04T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:50:32.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is really over...</title><content type='html'>Okay so it is offical, Criss Angel and my fav Holly Maddison are dating. The two made it clear at the opening of his new show in Las Vegas this past weekend. They are photographed making out on the red carpet. SO BAD! I really hate that they are dating. She so deserves someone better and she really seemed in love...thats how it goes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Blonde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-1284293197060151653?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1284293197060151653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=1284293197060151653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/1284293197060151653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/1284293197060151653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-really-over.html' title='It is really over...'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-8853838963847133805</id><published>2008-10-14T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:52:17.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then she was gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have to say today's post will be hating on the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do not undertand is when guys go out, why can they not keep there relationship in the back of their mind. I know women do this sometimes as well, but I have a lot of male friends and it seems that they are incapable of remembering that they have a girlfriend at home or out, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;They drink and think that due to that great feeling that is brought on from the drinks that they can do whatever they want to. My friend went through this situation this weekend, he called me and said, "I think I have done something wrong!" What did you do wrong, I responded, and he said, "I kissed someone when I was out last night." I knew that was not the entire truth, but I thought I would work through it and sometime down the line the truth would come out! Firstly, I know his girlfriend, so he is putting me in a bad position, but I am his friend and could hear the desperation in his voice, so I thought I would hear him out. Long story short, he met this lady who he thought was just gorgeous (aren't they all?) and he started chatting her up, well I guess one thing led to the next and they were dancing in the middle of the club floor and I am sure you can finish this senario... He said to me that his current girlfriend did not make him feel as good as this girl at the club did, yaaa right. All I said to him was, "you just met this girl..." how can someone be so crazy?&lt;br /&gt;In the end...he lost his girlfriend who was such a sweetheart, and he did not get the girls number from the club...I guess everything happens for a reason...she deserved better then him, and he was screwed twice in the end, so I think all is well in the world. Guys always have to learn the hardway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love Ms Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-8853838963847133805?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8853838963847133805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=8853838963847133805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8853838963847133805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8853838963847133805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-she-was-gone.html' title='And then she was gone.'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-8777809412818425934</id><published>2008-10-09T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:41:01.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to the Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wow it has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;It is import to get back to the gossip....&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Holly Maddison and Hef broke up, this is very upsetting because if you watched Girls Next Door you would see that they really seemed to be in love. I guess all things come to an end, and everything happens for a reason. Holly, I am sure will find someone in no time, she is so darn pretty!! But the Girls Next Door will not be the same....I wonder what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the lines of Girls Next Door, Kendra was at the Cove this weekend in Atlantis Hotel. She was judging a bathing suit contest. Apparently she was the sweetest thing ever. My parents met her and had nothing but nice things to say. She does seem very sweet, and I am very jealous as I wish I could meet her!! I may...one day...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon&lt;br /&gt;xoBlonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-8777809412818425934?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8777809412818425934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=8777809412818425934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8777809412818425934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8777809412818425934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-back-to-blog.html' title='Getting back to the Blog'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-9197255195349796087</id><published>2007-05-29T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:48:30.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sweat the Small Stufff</title><content type='html'>In life there are so many decisions that have to be made. Some decisions are difficult and others are not as much. I think it is what ones you choose to focus on, and which ones you choose to actually think about, that truly effect you. It is important to learn to disregard the rest and know that life will take its course. Personally, lately my life has been more then confusing, there have been many decisions that I have to face. I need to really evaluate my life and realize that if I relax a bit and 'chill' the right decisions will be made. I think that my life is going in a positive direction, I have made some life altering decisions of who and what I want to be in my life. Necessary, but also quite difficult! All I can say is that it is possible, trust yourself and really sit back and let life happen. Confusing or not life will take its course, and its like they say, "Don't sweat the small stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-MsBlonde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-9197255195349796087?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/9197255195349796087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=9197255195349796087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/9197255195349796087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/9197255195349796087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-sweat-small-stufff.html' title='Don&apos;t Sweat the Small Stufff'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-3322097728605207127</id><published>2007-05-21T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:21:55.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOOOOONG Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hola!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heres a little sneek peak at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt; weekend (well the mellow part of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fireworks are always loads of fun! But wait until you hear the stories we have... You will never be the same after reading them... So stay tuned to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The Blondettes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35M3_VubWCk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35M3_VubWCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-3322097728605207127?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3322097728605207127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=3322097728605207127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3322097728605207127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3322097728605207127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/loooooong-weekend.html' title='LOOOOOONG Weekend'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-2905654004590988151</id><published>2007-05-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:37:28.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSisimus Maximus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If you can sit there and say that you have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;honestly &lt;/span&gt;never been stressed to the max before in your life, I bet you, anything in the world, that you are lying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry to say, but Stress, apart from anything else in life can alter your day, your mood, your personality and even your life.  Many of you might have simple stressors in your life such as getting the garbage to the curb before 8am, getting that paper done before tomorrows class, or studying for that  upcoming  Exam! But when you really think about it, Are these things such a big thing to get all worked up over???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well maybe by asking your self this question you will realize that there are more serious things in life that deserve your undivided attention.  Not to say that the small things won't stress you out, but you  just have to ask yourself, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is it worth it?"&lt;/span&gt; Just know that if you work through it step by step, preventing yourself from getting overwhelmed, your stress for the task at hand will pass, and when you think back on it, it will seem like nothing at all, and that accomplishment will have made you that much stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So Remember when you feel yourself getting overwhelmed with everything that life throws your way, break things down and tackle the small things first.  Having a friend to talk to is also a good thing, or just getting your feelings and stress out through some sort of activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All in All... don't worry, you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL &lt;/span&gt;be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O.K.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-2905654004590988151?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2905654004590988151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=2905654004590988151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2905654004590988151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2905654004590988151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/stressisimus-maximus.html' title='STRESSisimus Maximus!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-3855977742349916029</id><published>2007-05-14T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:28:00.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello ladies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's topic is regarding beauty and what it means.  It seems that there is a set form of 'rules' that states how we women should look or want to look. I too struggle with wanting to look different and wanting to be like those celebs and models that we see in all of the magazines. Its crazy, I mean we want to look a certain way but we have to realize that we will never. I say NEVER because no one will ever look that same, everyone has a different body, and each persons' different bodies will prevent them for looking the same. It is like a vicious cycle. One wants to look as a model therefore starving themselves, or over exercising, OR we have some women whom do the complete opposite and go somewhere else for the attention that they desperately want to receive. This is the problem with women, the pressure is on all of us to look different, not men just us. It is as if our boyfriends would rather us to look like these models and if we are single we may think that is simply because we do not fit the 'look' that is wanted from us. Personally, I think that we women must do what makes us happy! If eating healthy and exercising makes us feel better, or if eating a bowl of ice cream and chips with our girlfriends or alone we should do as we want. As long as we are making ourselves happy, not relying on others for our happiness then we will truly be beautiful! This is what beauty is, whatever we want it to be, whatever we think it should be: as long as it is us making the decision of what we think/want for ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Ms Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-3855977742349916029?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3855977742349916029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=3855977742349916029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3855977742349916029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/3855977742349916029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/beauty.html' title='BEAUTY'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-2225170807140642985</id><published>2007-05-10T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:47:00.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello Out There!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today, is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt;.. why you may ask?? Because we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt; run very busy lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;poem&lt;/span&gt; is dedicated to all those who remember their first love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I ask you kindly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you walk with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;This night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoke swirls surrounding our limbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;entwined our hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;as we step softly together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;into the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;If I call for you will you answer me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For the light has lied before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;and trust is but a foreign word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You brush your hand so sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;across my face, tracing your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your finger encircles this strand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;of loosened hair and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;turn to see but one tear fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;From your hollow eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I make of such a stare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;a look so intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;so bewildering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am left thoughtless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You my love have heard my call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;have engaged in Life's last dance with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And to that my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Ms.Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-2225170807140642985?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2225170807140642985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=2225170807140642985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2225170807140642985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2225170807140642985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-5672837549366376381</id><published>2007-05-07T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:23:42.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello everyone! I am back from my little vacation to Montreal! It was extremely relaxing and I would suggest going to Montreal for the shopping and the nightlife!!! --AMAZING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting to a topic that I enjoy very much, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CELEBRITIES&lt;/span&gt;. There have been so many celebs getting into trouble lately. It seems that most are addicted to something or they are doing illegal things. The funny thing is that these celebrities think that they have the right to do whatever they want and also when they are caught they feel that they should not be punished. Firstly, Paris Hilton was recently sentenced to 45 days in jail beginning on June 5 2007. She released a statement saying that she told the judge the truth and that she felt that she was been treated unfairly because of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celeb status&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, this is pathetic because she had her license suspended because of her DUI, which was merely months ago and then she was caught driving with this suspended license, which is a HUGE problem and the punishment is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jail time&lt;/span&gt; sentence. Bottom line, she is just like every other AMerican Citizen and does not deserve special attention. I personally believe that she deserves this! This will teach her a lesson, one which she was not taught when growing up. If you do something illegal, eventually you will be punished for it, it does not matter how much money you have, how many lawyers on your side, the law is the law, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; justice&lt;/span&gt; was brought FORTH!!! Also, another celebrity whore, Lindsay Lohan was caught by a hidden camera doing some nose candy (cokeee) which she has said is a fake tape and she denies it all - obviously! I hope she gets shitted on for this too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ms Blonde (May 7, 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-5672837549366376381?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5672837549366376381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=5672837549366376381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5672837549366376381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5672837549366376381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-5088660773447026188</id><published>2007-05-05T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:17:56.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; girl needs to do this summer is find a man with a yacht and take full advantage! Heres some tips from the experienced, and cultured about how to get yourself a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht Man&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As promised with due speed, answers to the questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: How to find a man who owns a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dear bloggers, finding the man, is only half the battle, my suggestion since i know my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht Man&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; already is to ask around. Start where you are most familiar, your friends. I bet you will be surprised to find that there's a hot sailor, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; captain, with his own personal yacht just itching for you to come aboard his boat! If however you reach and impasse, I suggest you got to the source, The Marina, guaranteed you will find your man there! Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How to get on this man's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well now that you have spotted your target, work the charm girl! Confidence is key here, so if you lack in this department read &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt; post from May 2, "Men, Guys... And You!" To find all you need to know about building your confidence! However, Men with boats love a damsel in distress so if all else fails, fake a little accident down at The Marina, I'm sure he'll come a runnin'! Its just the hook, line and sinker girls, be powerful and you'll get on that Yacht!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What to do while on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; So now that you are riding on the high seas, there some guidelines to follow,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Make sure the date on this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mans Yacht&lt;/span&gt; is a dinner date, and eat after the trip to sea, no one wants to experience any sea sickness here, that would ruin everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Crack open the champaign, common its a celebration when you think of it, you made it to the Yacht so whats the harm of a little bubbly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Make him feel like a man.  This may seem somewhat funny to say but believe me ladies it works, let him describe to you how to run this huge yacht of his, men always seem to like to talk about their toys, so indulge, and ask many questions... you won't regret it later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Dance, turn up the music and dance on the deck, slow that is, no need to bring the wild side out in front of the public, save that for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Bring the party downstairs. When it's getting later and the sun has set, turn the music up and continue the fun down in the hull... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How to thank your host?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;There are many ways to thank your host, and if you follow my steps 1 through 5 there is nothing you can do wrong that will ruin this night. So when it comes down to the end, it wont be you thanking him but him thanking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: How to get and invite back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht&lt;/span&gt; and a call the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; next day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well ladies, I hope you have learned alot! And when it comes down to the last reel, and you are leaving after your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yacht Night Adventure&lt;/span&gt;, remember.... Leave him wanting more! be mysterious, funny, and relaxed.  But most importantly be yourself and he will call you back the very next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-5088660773447026188?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5088660773447026188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=5088660773447026188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5088660773447026188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5088660773447026188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahoy-one-thing-every-girl-needs-to-do.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-8136359665164367003</id><published>2007-05-04T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:02:28.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hello to all the fellow bloggers out there! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ms. Blonde&lt;/span&gt; has taken a little vacation for the weekend and guess what??? you're left with me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;, to make your weekend one to remember... i hope! What's on the agenda, well I'm not certain yet but i hope to cook up something exciting for everyone to read, maybe some juicy gossip?? Never before heard, stories of friends and boyfriends, who didn't make the cut?!?! You will have to come back and read to find out! As for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Here's a little poem, juicy, and provocative! Can you tell what is really going on in this poem? Comment if you have some ideas and i'll let you know if you are close to the real story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To The One I Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incompetent is how i describe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incapable, insensitive, irrational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indefensible are my feeling in you hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irrelevant my words drip from my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to those inquisitive ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irrevocably intuitive my stomach churns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with one sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Optimism vanished with that look in your lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inturn unavoidable i cling to this band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Symbolically  it ends where we never began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to that I exclaim, I cry, I scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not induce such indicative truths to a lack of a brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-8136359665164367003?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8136359665164367003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=8136359665164367003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8136359665164367003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8136359665164367003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-to-all-fellow-bloggers-out-there.html' title='Exuberance'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-7350318524872211040</id><published>2007-05-02T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:16:48.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, Guys...and you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello everyone! Today's topic is regarding &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;. Of course a ever so popular topic for women. I was chatting with a good friend of mine yesterday afternoon, when she mentioned that she thought she was beginning to 'crush' on a nice young gentleman. She asked for some advice. Now she is much younger then I, after hearing her situation I knew exactly what she needed; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Now isn't that the problem. Confidence.  Some people have to much of it and most do not have enough. There needs to be a balance! It is as if young women (mostly high school ladies) are afraid to demonstrate confidence because when/if they do they are negatively labeled. I agree to a certain degree but common ladies, this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; to who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you like someone, and/or you are merely interested in getting to know them better you must make that CLEAR!!! Men/guys are not that intelligent when it comes to womens feelings, and we MUST remember that they CANNOT read our minds! What you must do is change the way that you approach and act towards this individual. NOT drastically, but subtly. To explain this further; you must show a little more interest in this individual. This could be by asking questions such as what are you doing this weekend or by touching his/her shoulder for a quick second ONLY. You MUST remember to ALWAYS act casual and try to be yourself (even when nervous!). Have fun with it, it is not the end of the world if they are not interested. Life is short, do things that make you feel good! Have Questions? E-mail me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Love Ms Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-7350318524872211040?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7350318524872211040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=7350318524872211040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7350318524872211040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7350318524872211040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/men-guysand-you.html' title='Men, Guys...and you!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-2331710136733132372</id><published>2007-05-01T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:55:55.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss not yet Sheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweeter than the serpent mans charm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he sings to me. Softly yet barely above a whisp'r he strokes my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;generously pouring himself deeper into my hollow eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And i absorb his being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ravenous to taste such things deprived of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To touch thee, raising all hairs until like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soldiers they stand alert. Hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the next command. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wait eternally trapped in this solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught paradoxically in time, strumming these tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fingers along a forgotten mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaching deeper to find what has been misplaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for what seems cannot be measured by time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For it is you that disappeared, fled, abandoned from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the warmth shared by what would be called one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheer Bliss is long and who will begin this retribution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unnamed the future that stares to my past for answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unsolved, unfound, but never misplaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I struggle knowing that i knew that you and me were once we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-2331710136733132372?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2331710136733132372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=2331710136733132372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2331710136733132372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/2331710136733132372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/bliss-not-yet-sheer.html' title='Bliss not yet Sheer'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-8144431880981961139</id><published>2007-05-01T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:24:37.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Fashionistas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello out there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today we have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Model Friend&lt;/span&gt; has decided to write a blurb about the exciting experiences she has around the world, and some first hand fashion news! Heres a little preview of what will be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Last week I came back home from New York. It is really nice to come and visit friends. The show season finished at the end of February. Since then, I have been trying to build my book by getting tear sheets. As every good model knows this requires a lot of patience because you go on tons of castings! I am off for now, but next time I'll talk more about my most recent experiences, with room mates, going on castings, and the cool jobs! Ciao for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Super Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-8144431880981961139?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8144431880981961139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=8144431880981961139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8144431880981961139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8144431880981961139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-fashionistas.html' title='For the Fashionistas!'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-6068746311307437539</id><published>2007-04-30T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:17:34.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello people. This is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mellow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; day. There is so much going on in our lives presently. Sometimes we need to write our thoughts differently. I hope that these poems touch you, and you understand them. This will bring you a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to our lives. If you have any questions feel free to ask them, leave your comments or e-mail us. Love you all&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;- The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;This Moment In  Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Together Forever?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing lasts that long. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is not always enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember me always. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In your arms – I wish&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am crying, I am hurt, I am upset.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You do not care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I give up. Finally. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the point I am at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The breaking point, a decision was made.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world to me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But…nothing to you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Move on and re-live. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Smile. Forget us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For love had,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then Love lost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodbye and Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend, My lover, my life – no more…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love me forever, as I will do the same. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Ms Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Retsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes its hard, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but then I think&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;how much worse it could be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With that I begin to question &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;everything that life throws &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;my way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is that what I should do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questions and I assume&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;everyone has more that just&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;a few. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I ask you now, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where are we moving? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what do we make &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;of these imaginative minds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your answer however indifferent &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;will be heard &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;unto dead ears and to &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;an indecisive mind. Are we&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but a secret exposed to the public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone sees and yet you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and I are the ones blind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Questions, yes I know I ask too many.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-6068746311307437539?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6068746311307437539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=6068746311307437539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6068746311307437539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/6068746311307437539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-its-hard-but-then-i-think-how.html' title='Mellow'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-5559174711446476336</id><published>2007-04-29T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:22:46.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Nights out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;After an eventful weekend we are exhausted and we are finally ready to get into the week ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday night brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of surprises when we attended a friends coming of age birthday bash! First, we entered this shady and somewhat hole in the wall bar, which we were so disgusted with  we did not want to even stay. Second, the friends of our friend were barely pushing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sixteen&lt;/span&gt; and some of them looked younger. SO it was hilarious watching these young women and men walk into the bar get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ID'ed&lt;/span&gt; and then forced and sometimes pushed out of the bar. This is why if you want to go out when you are underage you must A look older then you are, and if you don't just forget about it and save yourself the embarrassment AND B have a good fake ID. Because frankly it is just PATHETIC!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Saturday night brought a whole new range of interesting events, which&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fortunately &lt;/span&gt;we video taped for all our viewers enjoyment. Other than the creepy old men, and the wide array of freaks and orgies, it was a pleasant night.  Our model friend, came home for the weekend from Paris to say hello.  This was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well stay tuned for the video, you will&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-The Blondettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we Promised here is the video from Saturday night... LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeH0iLDq2o8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeH0iLDq2o8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-5559174711446476336?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5559174711446476336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=5559174711446476336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5559174711446476336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/5559174711446476336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-nights-out.html' title='Two Nights out.....'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-904727921614761351</id><published>2007-04-27T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:40:54.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Today's posting is for all of you ladies out there who are too hard on yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I, Ms &lt;/span&gt;Blonde&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; am recently single (a couple months from a LONG long term relationship) it is hard getting back out there meeting new people and re-finding your inner play-boy self!!! The event that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; ran was a step in the right direction, I thought. Turns out that hot &lt;/span&gt;blonde guy that I totally crushed on is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;FREAKIN GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!!! Why me? Why all of the hot, nice, and funny men? I was so disappointed!!! Last night I was getting down on myself and wishing I looked different, acted different and in general was completely different. I know that many women feel this way, maybe because of a break-up (which is my case), but there are many other reasons why we women get down on ourselves. So what I am really saying is that I am here reminding you all to HANG in there if any of you ladies are down feeling and like shit! We are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; beautiful in different ways and no two people will ever look the same so lets get over that and move onto enjoying our differences and realizing that we are all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- Love &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; my beautiful women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ms. Blonde&lt;/span&gt; just has the worst of luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O.K. lets get down to business, what the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;F*CK &lt;/span&gt;is with all these bitches being so fake! I mean not to dis (which i totally am doing) but girls if you are under 18 cover it up! All day i see girls trying to be the next Britney or Lindsay,&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; flashin' &lt;/span&gt;their goods for everyone to see. Common now grow some self esteem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And of course what goes along with this fake image but a fake attitude! It's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pathetic&lt;/span&gt;, because you know what, you grow up and unfortunately realize that life is just like high school. Ladies just be real and i bet, ACTUALLY bet that you will get what you want if not more than you could ever dream, and feel damn good about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So stop being fake, stop wearing the fake shit, and be real to your self. You wont get anywhere if you are fake to yourself, and if by fluke you do, think of the shock when people find out who you really are. Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; secret stays buried forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That's the facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-904727921614761351?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/904727921614761351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=904727921614761351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/904727921614761351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/904727921614761351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-never-enough.html' title='NEVER enough'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-7701367640245437174</id><published>2007-04-26T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:43:31.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It was the craziest night in a while. Not only were the two &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blondette's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; running this outrageous event, but getting laid was our first priority! Now, we aren't sluts but sometimes a girl just need some extra attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So lets dish, there was this group of men we were eyeing the whole night (and I have to say they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looking at us too). So me; being Miss Confident, walked up to these hotties and told it to them straight, "Are you boys interested in having a good time to night, or are you just here for the scenery?!" They stared at me, of course shocked that such a tiny thing like me would say something so OUTRAGEOUS! They looked at each other (the 4 of them) ready to pounce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What happened next well, I&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kiss and Tell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Ms. Brunette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now Now, I will tell you how exactly how that night went down. It was true there was a group of beautiful men. They seemed a little to shy for us. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love a man whom can take control! But as soon as Ms Brunette walked right up to them and said what she needed to say they open up quite fast. Of course right off the bat two of them were taken, and theses two were not the cheatin type! We only have respect for men like that. We quickly forgot about those two and frankly they left shorty after. We now were entertaining these two young men, drinking, laughing, flirting (obviously), and then we felt that this location was not fit for what was to come. I was totally interested in the BLONDE one of course, and it worked out perfectly because Ms Brunette was into the other dude. So we left...and thats when the night began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Ms Blonde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-7701367640245437174?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7701367640245437174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=7701367640245437174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7701367640245437174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/7701367640245437174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/04/extra-attention.html' title='Extra Attention'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2491006581034285083.post-8096161514398069133</id><published>2007-04-25T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:57:34.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beginning'/><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Once you step into &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; world, there is only entertainment. You can leave your surroundings for just a few short seconds to escape from your reality and enter into what is known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Let us now take you there, into just yet another day in the life of us, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blondettes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;One Brunette and one Blonde, and yes, this Blog is run by two women. And Proud of it BITCHES! What are we going to chat about?!?! .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   WHAT EVER THE FUCK WE WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is what we do... just to give you a taste of what is to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life, Men, Sex, Sick Celebrity Obsessions, Women, Gossip, The Hated and The Loved, Our Lives/ Your Lives- they are all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So listen up... and read up... you are about to be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OVERWHELMED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2491006581034285083-8096161514398069133?l=theblondettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8096161514398069133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2491006581034285083&amp;postID=8096161514398069133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8096161514398069133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2491006581034285083/posts/default/8096161514398069133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondettes.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Blondettes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08125418780053258579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwJQCvTuu3w/SRMf48b-WdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bBihvWHtUd8/S220/marilyn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
