<?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-7634620781972886215</id><updated>2012-02-02T08:44:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is your boyfriend...</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is your girlfriend, This blog is your dead end, This blog's your imaginary friend...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>596</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8776817942212729379</id><published>2012-01-31T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:42:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O is for Oh No</title><content type='html'>Oh no. It seems as though I have forgotten about this little guy. I have so much to share, but so little time. I have lots of ideas though, I will share tomorrow. (Happy almost February, by the way!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8776817942212729379?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8776817942212729379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8776817942212729379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8776817942212729379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8776817942212729379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-is-for-oh-no.html' title='O is for Oh No'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4450079870723416800</id><published>2012-01-02T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:00:52.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for Remember When?...</title><content type='html'>Remember when I read "Bossypants" by Tina Fey and I thought I was going to write my own book? Yeah, maybe I only Tweeted that (Hoping my 127 faithful followers would laugh about it and then secretly hope that I was actually famous and not just pretend famous and ask me about my book.) but irregardless, it was a thought in my head. Now I'm reading "Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)" by Mindy Kaling and I'm having book thoughts again. While I was driving home last night, here is how I broke it down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could totally write a book. I could compile Tweets or heck, just print out posts of my blog and take them to a publisher. I think that's how it works. I should Google that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could totally write a book. Eventually people will want to know about my tough life as an awkward middle schooler who shopped at Limited Too, had kind of stupid friends (Up until 8th grade, of course. Hi Ali.), ate lunch with her retainer in (See? That is just a preview of the fun facts you'll learn!), cried at school and prayed at night that she would be famous once she got contacts, got her braces removed and lost weight. Yes, I prayed for all those things religiously. So far, they've all come true except for the fame thing. I'm still working on it. Honest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could totally write a book. I would insert this post right here about how I was "unsure about the possibilities of opening myself up to the world like that" but then I figured "Why not?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could totally write a book. While I have repressed a lot of my early childhood memories, I have a lot of pictures which would definitely bring back some memories. And some bad hair cuts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could totally write a book. Right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe this will be a 2012 resolution...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4450079870723416800?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4450079870723416800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4450079870723416800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4450079870723416800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4450079870723416800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-is-for-remember-when.html' title='R is for Remember When?...'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7229622938850417817</id><published>2012-01-01T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:38:07.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 is for 2011 in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Now, mind you, 2011 is officially over and I am coping with that, but let's talk about my kickass year. I mean, honestly. I think this was one of my favorite years so far. I pray that 2012 has all of this (And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;) in store for me. Oh the possibilities...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDFstgR8EjA/TwFcKI2q06I/AAAAAAAAB4c/n_8nol5QZ9k/s1600/390450_10150563446520844_789415843_10934199_1483251132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDFstgR8EjA/TwFcKI2q06I/AAAAAAAAB4c/n_8nol5QZ9k/s320/390450_10150563446520844_789415843_10934199_1483251132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692932733218247586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(These are not in order and for that I apologize. I'm only so talented when it comes to my iPhone and my picture Apps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Meggy &amp;amp; I at the Katy Perry concert. This may or may not be my favorite picture of the two of us./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Dave, Mother &amp;amp; I at my Alpha Beta Gamma dinner. Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal at school./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;Lauren &amp;amp; I at her high school graduation. How did that happen already? Madness./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Grandma Bette &amp;amp; her cat. I love this picture. And I love that I was able to spend time with her a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Sarah, Tali &amp;amp; I at the Leighton concert. Meep!/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Ali &amp;amp; I at the midnight premiere of the last "Harry Potter" movie. Ever./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Courtney, Lauren &amp;amp; I at the Santa Monica Pier./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Megan &amp;amp; I at the USC football game pretending to be cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; BRADLEY COOPER. He's still alive, just in case you were wondering./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;My internship. Maybe I stole this off someone's Instagram, but I love it nonetheless. I love it almost as much as I love the word 'nonetheless.'/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;Megan &amp;amp; I at the Ke$ha concert. Oh, the adventures. I literally ran into Perez Hilton that night, so that was cool./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; Christmas at The Grove! Aka. My new favorite hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Leighton Meester &amp;amp; I just hanging out. Best. Day. Ever./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;The entire family (Minus Dave) at Megan's high school graduation./&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Lauren &amp;amp; I at "Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast."/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; Sarah, Jeremiah Brent &amp;amp; I at the finale screening of "The Rachel Zoe Project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you. Best year thusfar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7229622938850417817?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7229622938850417817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7229622938850417817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7229622938850417817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7229622938850417817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-is-for-2011-in-nutshell.html' title='2011 is for 2011 in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDFstgR8EjA/TwFcKI2q06I/AAAAAAAAB4c/n_8nol5QZ9k/s72-c/390450_10150563446520844_789415843_10934199_1483251132_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2314507380803677233</id><published>2011-12-04T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:57:57.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKD1aiLgH6Q/Tts1qPXxiuI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1alU20HeZck/s1600/watermarkcomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKD1aiLgH6Q/Tts1qPXxiuI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1alU20HeZck/s320/watermarkcomp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682194354655038178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Center of Attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Leonard McCombe, 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am weirdly obsessed with this picture. It is so simple, but I love the story it tells. It's perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.life.com/gallery/67131/the-75-best-life-photos#index/26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2314507380803677233?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2314507380803677233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2314507380803677233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2314507380803677233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2314507380803677233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/12/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKD1aiLgH6Q/Tts1qPXxiuI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1alU20HeZck/s72-c/watermarkcomp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4868745331134340257</id><published>2011-12-03T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:41:07.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Alright. It's officially December which means January is coming. And January is the time for New Year's Resolutions. Before I attempt to make a list of resolutions for 2012, let's take a look at my 2011 resolutions and see which ones I achieved. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go out more. And I don't mean go out and party, I just want to spend  more time with my friends. In 2010, I got extremely comfortable with  being alone, which is now something I admire about myself, but now that I  am confident in that sense, I want to see my friends more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This kind of happened. I went out more, by myself. I'll work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continue going to the gym at least 3 times a week. I know this is a  cliche resolution, but in 2010 I actually went to the gym quite often.  It was impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This happened at first, but then I decided to get really busy. But I managed to lose weight by drinking a ton of water, eating a lot of fruit and vegetables and considering coffee as a main food group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep my 4.0 in school. I mean, please, I will, but I just thought I'd throw it on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went down .2 but I WILL bring it back up by May. I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet more people. If I meet more people (see resolution #1), maybe some  of those people will ask me on dates. And it never hurts to have more  friends. But I love my current friends, so I choose date, please.  *cough* TTLB *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, TTLB. He is missed. I didn't meet too many new people, but I did realize I have some pretty freaking great friends as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a job I love. Tomorrow (or sometime  this week) I am going to head on over to South Coast Plaza in search for  a job I will love. (Bloomingdale's, Henri Bendel, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't find a job I seriously love, but I was offered a dream job. And I got a new job. So that counts for at least something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find an internship. This I will save for the summer, but I want an internship real dang bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found one and I fell in love with it. Oh, did I fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save money. I mean, I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Get published. I honestly don't care what gets published. Hell, I'd be  okay with someone publishing this, but I would prefer an actual fashion  piece. Whether it be in print or online, I can't tell you how excited I  would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS HAPPENED TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet Leighton Meester. No judgments! I WILL meet her someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS ALSO HAPPENED. I cannot believe this happened. I still think it was all just a dream and that I just Photoshopped that picture, but it happened my friends. It #$(%!?*&amp;amp; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travel. Not necessarily out of the country, but I want to go to San  Francisco, San Diego, Palm Springs, Washington, New York and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to LA a lot. I practically live there. So I don't think that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remain happy. I realized that 2010 was actually pretty dang great, so I hope it stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This definitely happened. I had a really good year. I'm proud of myself. And the most ridiculous resolution (Meet Leighton Meester.) happened, so that's something to applaud myself for. God has been really, really good to me and I thank Him continually for that. Bring it on, 2012. I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4868745331134340257?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4868745331134340257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4868745331134340257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4868745331134340257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4868745331134340257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/12/n-is-for-new-years-resolutions.html' title='N is for New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5345708328427584106</id><published>2011-11-28T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:18:41.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hSXzQ2g618/TtPCUI0E_7I/AAAAAAAAB4E/9zkSVOBDBrI/s1600/tumblr_lu1r0gzNk21r436heo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hSXzQ2g618/TtPCUI0E_7I/AAAAAAAAB4E/9zkSVOBDBrI/s320/tumblr_lu1r0gzNk21r436heo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680097206263414706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully this provides some inspiration for your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/13457393362"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5345708328427584106?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5345708328427584106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5345708328427584106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5345708328427584106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5345708328427584106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/11/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hSXzQ2g618/TtPCUI0E_7I/AAAAAAAAB4E/9zkSVOBDBrI/s72-c/tumblr_lu1r0gzNk21r436heo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7109354295324392243</id><published>2011-11-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:38:56.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U is for Update</title><content type='html'>I don't want you guys to think I died or something. I've been quite busy in the past couple months. Also, these may or may not be out of order and that may or may not be awful. So, ignore that. Or whatever. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjP7V7lzE8/TrYY6xCBtJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/xyH3ThHEEiw/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjP7V7lzE8/TrYY6xCBtJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/xyH3ThHEEiw/s320/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671748178593035410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. I've been spending a lot of time with my precious cousin, Megan. We found a DELICIOUS place in Fullerton called Pieology. It's like Chipotle, but for pizza. You can make your own pizza and we have created a pizza, called the Merin pizza, naturally, and I'm not even kidding, it's the most delicious thing in the world. I want some right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. My daily routine for my internship days always begins with a trip to a Starbucks Drive-Thru. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. During my internship I get to visit fun places to pick up lunch. Fun places like Larchmont Village Wine, Spirits &amp;amp; Cheese. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Steve Jobs died :( and he has memorials placed up all around LA. It's kind of wonderful. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. I have a new job. The hangers are DEATH and I have permanent marks and bruises on my left hand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Starbucks decided to spell Erin like this... I'm pretty positive that's not a real name.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp9mFWjK7nE/TrYY7WU6YaI/AAAAAAAAB3g/o1e2RaxxWRA/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp9mFWjK7nE/TrYY7WU6YaI/AAAAAAAAB3g/o1e2RaxxWRA/s320/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671748188604359074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. I had dinner with my Grandma Bette a few weeks ago after my internship and found some serious gems in her apartment. I mean... And yes, in case you were wondering, I did get to keep that sweater. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Cats everywhere! She's so precious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. As my school quarter ended, I was able to redecorate my desk, go to Target to see that they had some Christmas lights up in advance. Watch my favorite movie of all time, "Singing in the Rain," and eat CPK and paint my nails. It was a magical week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVjw3e9nUi0/TrYYWo9RbRI/AAAAAAAAB3I/8yUj4JdHVBE/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVjw3e9nUi0/TrYYWo9RbRI/AAAAAAAAB3I/8yUj4JdHVBE/s320/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671747557950319890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. My internship is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hard. I have to look at magazines with Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Starbucks is having some SERIOUS problems. Aren isn't even a real name. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. I found a new macaroon bakery right by my school!!!!! I actually freaked out a tiny bit. It was incredible. I told them I would be a regular customer. I don't know if they know how serious I am about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. The Grove is like, my regular hang out spot now. I go to the cute little Starbucks located at the Farmer's Market and then do homework, stare at the cute barista and walk around. It's all fun and games, my friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Oh YEAH. Sarah and I may or may not have gone to Bloomingdale's in Santa Monica last week to watch the season finale of "The Rachel Zoe Project" with some of the cast of the show. No big deal. (And no, Rachel Zoe wasn't there. She was at a Harper's Bazaar shoot. Just livin' the life).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbYr70cpabk/TrYYCQU60eI/AAAAAAAAB28/CEM0vVf1G1A/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbYr70cpabk/TrYYCQU60eI/AAAAAAAAB28/CEM0vVf1G1A/s320/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671747207741231586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, more of Jeremiah and his cuteness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;. Even more cuteness. And his cute little arm touched mine (Oh dear, that sounds creepy. You know what I mean...) for a picture. So precious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Sarah and I had to take a picture in front of the Rachel Zoe sign, in memory. Or whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. On my half-birthday, which was last Friday, I saw Tim Gunn speak at USC. I may or may not have stolen this picture from Ali. I was too mesmerized with his words to take any of my own pictures. It was magical. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Then Megan, Courtney and I went to Sonic at midnight because we can, okay?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Last Saturday, Megan and I helped Courtney get ready for her Homecoming, so that was precious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Enl-DDYqdO0/TrYXpfXeDOI/AAAAAAAAB2w/sWLJCsnoH_I/s1600/Picture%2B11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Enl-DDYqdO0/TrYXpfXeDOI/AAAAAAAAB2w/sWLJCsnoH_I/s320/Picture%2B11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671746782281731298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Megan and I have been to Target about 10 times in the past 2 weeks. It's a sickness. Luckily Courtney caught us in the complete moment of excitement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. On Monday Starbucks had Christmas cup sleeves. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. On Tuesday, Starbucks had Christmas cups. There is a LARGE chance my eyes started watering out of pure excitement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. On Wednesday, I got my haircut. And more Christmas cups. Unfortunately, I'm more excited about my coffee than my hair, so whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I began my official Christmas Gift Ideas list. I'm Christmas obsessed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Today I went Christmas shopping with my Mother (Don't say I didn't warn you) and got the most amazing cheetah shoes I have ever seen in all my 21 years of life. I am dying over them. They are the most fantastic things I have ever put on my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7109354295324392243?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7109354295324392243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7109354295324392243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7109354295324392243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7109354295324392243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/11/u-is-for-update.html' title='U is for Update'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjP7V7lzE8/TrYY6xCBtJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/xyH3ThHEEiw/s72-c/Picture%2B6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6802724346347705538</id><published>2011-11-05T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:37:00.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6802724346347705538?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6802724346347705538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6802724346347705538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6802724346347705538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6802724346347705538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/11/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3357826173368003702</id><published>2011-10-28T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:11:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you know anything about me. Real me, or blog me. Which is the same thing, I guess. It's that I believe in Christmas. I believe in Christmas EVERYTHING. Christmas music, Christmas decorations, Christmas sweaters, Christmas presents, Christmas plates and napkins, Christmas lights, Christmas trees, Christmas cookies, Christmas in general. I believe in Christmas fully. Yesterday, Christmas (In my life) began. I went to Target and looked at Christmas decorations, I even bought Christmas bags and I have begun listening to Christmas music already. My current favorite is "White Christmas" by Michael Buble featuring Shania Twain. It's magical, just like Christmas...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kfZI9Xz0yc/TqtCR-wamZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/XiV_OFTvXbQ/s1600/tumblr_ltqww2AJtf1qbw3pbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kfZI9Xz0yc/TqtCR-wamZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/XiV_OFTvXbQ/s320/tumblr_ltqww2AJtf1qbw3pbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668697432647178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3357826173368003702?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3357826173368003702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3357826173368003702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3357826173368003702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3357826173368003702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/10/c-is-for-christmas.html' title='C is for Christmas'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kfZI9Xz0yc/TqtCR-wamZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/XiV_OFTvXbQ/s72-c/tumblr_ltqww2AJtf1qbw3pbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-372277365210510564</id><published>2011-10-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:57:39.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGxr_HZAB90/TqieVG_YtLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/kC8DuqUJKn8/s1600/tumblr_lt6jvtvYTy1qzdiqvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGxr_HZAB90/TqieVG_YtLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/kC8DuqUJKn8/s320/tumblr_lt6jvtvYTy1qzdiqvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667954216536683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/11956673398"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-372277365210510564?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/372277365210510564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=372277365210510564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/372277365210510564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/372277365210510564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/10/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGxr_HZAB90/TqieVG_YtLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/kC8DuqUJKn8/s72-c/tumblr_lt6jvtvYTy1qzdiqvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1113500775199792325</id><published>2011-10-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:44:04.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Christmas List 2011</title><content type='html'>IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, MY SWEET, GIVING, THOUGHTFUL FRIENDS. I'm so excited. Can't you tell? The monster-demon that is CAPS LOCKS has returned. Get excited, people. As always, I'll include links and descriptions as to why I need these products in my life. Merry (almost) Christmas!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXiuOl91YEo/Tp-IUSx6HoI/AAAAAAAAB1o/h5s6QXRU1lk/s1600/Picture%2B12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXiuOl91YEo/Tp-IUSx6HoI/AAAAAAAAB1o/h5s6QXRU1lk/s320/Picture%2B12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665396738475302530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granted, I've only known of this Pink Macaroon Ornament from Sur la Table for about an hour, but I've promptly decided I need it. It must be my Christmas ornament for 2011. It's available online or in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.surlatable.com/product/PRO-185395/Pink-Macaron-Ornament"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sur la Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $9.95. It's magnificent. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50_SuhkZihA/Tp-KbFm_-uI/AAAAAAAAB10/J0C8p8q5aeE/s1600/vera-wang-lovestruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50_SuhkZihA/Tp-KbFm_-uI/AAAAAAAAB10/J0C8p8q5aeE/s320/vera-wang-lovestruck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665399054222228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact that Leighton Meester is the face of Vera Wang's newest fragrance "Lovestruck" makes everything 10x better. By everything, I mean the bottle and the scent. This will be replacing my current perfume for the time being. It's available online or in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=591076&amp;amp;PseudoCat=se-xx-xx-xx.esn_results"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $68.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FddYMrpfyxg/Tp-IUKBu-oI/AAAAAAAAB1c/uDxnxDXpdPY/s1600/Starbucks-Gift-Card.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FddYMrpfyxg/Tp-IUKBu-oI/AAAAAAAAB1c/uDxnxDXpdPY/s320/Starbucks-Gift-Card.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665396736125762178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know anything about me, it is the fact that I am ALWAYS at Starbucks. I'm currently typing this at a Starbucks right now. So it goes without saying that Starbucks gift cards, while not much, speak volumes of our friendship and are greatly appreciated.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyHDRgz2onk/Tp-G3ZhwIDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Vx-zEGYqIaQ/s1600/13587251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyHDRgz2onk/Tp-G3ZhwIDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Vx-zEGYqIaQ/s320/13587251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665395142558752818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. I realize that "Gossip Girl" had it's downtime. By downtime, I mean major suckage drama-wise, but I still need to have my collection complete. Cue "The Little Mermaid" song, "Part of Your World." The fourth season is available online or in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.target.com/p/Gossip-Girl-The-Complete-Fourth-Season-5-Discs-Widescreen/-/A-13587251"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $44.99. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FRvXaoRYUE/Tp-FTt4i2YI/AAAAAAAAB1E/QypJtw9e200/s1600/99376401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FRvXaoRYUE/Tp-FTt4i2YI/AAAAAAAAB1E/QypJtw9e200/s320/99376401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665393430036142466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mindy Kaling is my writing soulmate. We write like we talk (Well, I'm assuming she speaks like she writes because I've never had an actual conversation with her. Yet.) and I read an excerpt of this book back in May and I decided I must own it. (Sidenote: I also just realized the wallpaper on her book cover is from Anthropologie. I did a project and I used the wallpaper. Just in case you were wondering). I had pre-ordered it on Borders but then Borders decided to close on me before the release of this book. Needless to say I am out $17 and very upset. It will be available online and in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/is-everyone-hanging-out-without-me-mindy-kaling/1100168044"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $15.99 on November 1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMV8yA_lrxU/Tp-En0G5enI/AAAAAAAAB04/loLFtM6oo7A/s1600/tumblr_lt6vs36VQw1qat1qh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMV8yA_lrxU/Tp-En0G5enI/AAAAAAAAB04/loLFtM6oo7A/s320/tumblr_lt6vs36VQw1qat1qh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665392675792714354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh hi. I'd like a date with Joe Jonas. Impractical, you say? Stupid, you add? "Aren't we over this?," you think? No. No to all of your hypothetical questions. Not impractical, I am convinced it will happen. Not stupid. You are. Oh no wait, I want you to buy me Christmas presents. You're so pretty/handsome! I love your hair. Is that a new shirt?... And no, we're not over this. So, if you see him, EVEN if he's wearing an all denim ensemble like this, I will take him. Forever, preferably. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRrz6PJIy3M/Tp-DBsuDldI/AAAAAAAAB0g/hukqxFniS9o/s1600/Picture%2B13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRrz6PJIy3M/Tp-DBsuDldI/AAAAAAAAB0g/hukqxFniS9o/s320/Picture%2B13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665390921462814162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, yeah. So, I realize this is a RIDICULOUS request, but if my dream of having a lunch/wedding date with Joe Jonas does actually come true before said, December 24 or 25, I would like to ask for these Miu Miu Glitter &amp;amp; Suede Bow Peep Toe Ankle Boots. Yes, they are roughly (By roughly, I mean they are. There is no negotiating when it comes to Miu Miu.) $890, but they are SO PRETTY IT HURTS. I would prefer these in pink with the silver glitter, but I love the yellow as well. Oh, my heart... They're available at Miu Miu or online or in store at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446425004&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492710809&amp;amp;ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474395222441&amp;amp;bmUID=jcwJPQN&amp;amp;RVL=true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saks Fifth Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for yes, $890. Remember how much you love me. Okay? Let that love marinate in your heart for a few paychecks and then get back to me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkKa1fk54Yg/Tp-AwD4fbFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/zyG5TDB0wSM/s1600/13805705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wkKa1fk54Yg/Tp-AwD4fbFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/zyG5TDB0wSM/s320/13805705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665388419419696210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I get nothing else for Christmas, I pray it is this. "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2" on DVD + BluRay combo. I need this. You know. My luck and my absolute lack of patience may or may not void this from my Christmas list because I kind of need it instantly. I love this movie so much. It will be available online or in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.target.com/p/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-3-Discs-Includes-Digital-Copy-Blu-ray-DVD/-/A-13805705"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on November 11 for $24.99. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xo-vGYxjHVk/Tp9_6l-CGAI/AAAAAAAAB0I/uJ9Xg_ag088/s1600/13273819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xo-vGYxjHVk/Tp9_6l-CGAI/AAAAAAAAB0I/uJ9Xg_ag088/s320/13273819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665387500856809474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's VITAL that I own Season 3 of "The Rachel Zoe Project." It's available in &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.target.com/p/The-Rachel-Zoe-Project-Season-3-Only-at-Target/-/A-13273819"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stores only for $12.99. Bananas, no?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaCsPHJT1cY/Tp9_YPt9pKI/AAAAAAAABz8/U3PlQgQKyRg/s1600/13393265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaCsPHJT1cY/Tp9_YPt9pKI/AAAAAAAABz8/U3PlQgQKyRg/s320/13393265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665386910768276642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, I'm not even a little embarrassed to be asking for Season 1 of "Pretty Little Liars" right now. It's my very unguilty pleasure. I'm kind of obsessed. It's available online or in stores at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.target.com/p/Pretty-Little-Liars-The-Complete-First-Season-5-Discs/-/A-13393265"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  for $44.99.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygnQ2Kw5Ino/Tp9-PXK_uJI/AAAAAAAABzw/tJ85Ot94-pI/s1600/Picture%2B11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygnQ2Kw5Ino/Tp9-PXK_uJI/AAAAAAAABzw/tJ85Ot94-pI/s320/Picture%2B11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665385658638645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Madewell Striped Roadtripper Tee is SUPER cute. I'll take it in a large, please. It's available online at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.madewell.com/AST/Navigation/Sale/AllProducts/PRDOVR%7E43036/99102342724/ENE%7E1+2+3+22+4294967294+20%7E120%7E%7E20+17%7E15%7E%7E%7E%7E%7E%7E%7E/43036.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for only $14.99.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCTD3nheF8Q/Tp9qdHgHqYI/AAAAAAAABzk/Be1OBLQRKcc/s1600/Picture%2B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCTD3nheF8Q/Tp9qdHgHqYI/AAAAAAAABzk/Be1OBLQRKcc/s320/Picture%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665363904717891970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Silk High Tea Top from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.madewell.com/madewell_category/SHIRTSTOPS/blouses/PRDOVR%7E49308/49308.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a little bit precious, but a little bit expensive at $94. I'm open to replicas of this shirt. I'm just really loving the Peter Pan collar right now. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItSznbfYfYk/Tp9pcmTWyMI/AAAAAAAABzY/J3mvzVsDNDU/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItSznbfYfYk/Tp9pcmTWyMI/AAAAAAAABzY/J3mvzVsDNDU/s320/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665362796294359234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Combined Lace Blouse from Zara is kind of adorable. I would prefer it in a Large, if you'd be so kind. It's also available in stores or online at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.zara.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product/us/en/zara-us-W2011/122005/583003/COMBINED%2BLACE%2BBLOUSE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $49.90. (Gosh, that price is so annoying. I hate prices ending in numbers that aren't just 0 or .50).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHe7FeuZF8/Tp9nEt0TlNI/AAAAAAAABzM/tPFO4htjRF0/s1600/WhiteGirlProblems-560x861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHe7FeuZF8/Tp9nEt0TlNI/AAAAAAAABzM/tPFO4htjRF0/s320/WhiteGirlProblems-560x861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665360186971493586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"White Girl Problems" by Babe Walker. I'm not usually one for books with more words than picture, but I'm making an exception. I am OBSESSED with @&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/whitegrlproblem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whitegrlproblems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter. They are so whiny, but they are so funny. So, after hearing Babe Walker, the voice behind the incredible Twitter account, has written a book, well naturally, I need it. It comes out January 31, 2012, but is available for pre-order on &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/white-girl-problems-babe-walker/1103601435?ean=9781401324544&amp;amp;itm=1&amp;amp;usri=white%2bgirl%2bproblems&amp;amp;cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-ik4/D61H3KU-_-10:1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for about $11. (See? I'm even finding you deals. I'm so kind).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc7QszN_QNs/Tp9mHTQISRI/AAAAAAAABy0/YbXtQV18KXw/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc7QszN_QNs/Tp9mHTQISRI/AAAAAAAABy0/YbXtQV18KXw/s320/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665359131868416274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an attempt not to be seriously dramatic, I cannot survive without this Royal Apothic Rollerball in Macaroon. It smells like a little piece of heaven. Available in stores or online at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=993399&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH_RESULTS&amp;amp;color=046"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $16.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXf6THsGUiY/Tp9ln-9pL-I/AAAAAAAAByo/Oq2eN9g0QmA/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXf6THsGUiY/Tp9ln-9pL-I/AAAAAAAAByo/Oq2eN9g0QmA/s320/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665358593846226914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Kimchi Blue Envelope Tote is a necessity. I have a smaller version of this bag in white and it is my friend. It has literally been everywhere with me and is such a trooper, but I would love a bigger one as well. Unfortunately Urban Outfitters is only offering this gray color online, so you should probably make a trip over there. Available at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=21224795&amp;amp;color=004&amp;amp;color=004&amp;amp;itemdescription=true&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for $59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. You know I'll think of more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1113500775199792325?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1113500775199792325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1113500775199792325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1113500775199792325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1113500775199792325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/10/c-is-for-christmas-list-2011.html' title='C is for Christmas List 2011'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXiuOl91YEo/Tp-IUSx6HoI/AAAAAAAAB1o/h5s6QXRU1lk/s72-c/Picture%2B12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1296745945102606881</id><published>2011-10-02T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:14:07.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Rumi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1296745945102606881?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1296745945102606881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1296745945102606881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1296745945102606881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1296745945102606881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/10/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-861780499246520242</id><published>2011-09-19T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:02:51.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U is for Update</title><content type='html'>My life in bullet points...&lt;br /&gt;- I am super busy with school, but I still have all As. It's wonderful. I'm proud. I will accept Starbucks gift cards as "Congratulations!" presents.&lt;br /&gt;- I have an amazing incredible wonderful outstanding magnificent internship in LA. I drive there every Monday and now every Friday as well.&lt;br /&gt;- The last part of the last sentence was a lie. I've been staying with my aunt, uncle and cousins overnight before my internship, but still.&lt;br /&gt;- I am attempting to work whilst doing school and my amazing incredible wonderful outstanding magnificent internship.&lt;br /&gt;- Bradley Cooper, the fish, is still alive. It's been 14 weeks. But I'm not counting. I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of love, my current celebrity boyfriend is Ryan Gosling. I'm hoping to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;- I am really tired. Like, almost always. Today I went to Starbucks 3 times. I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;- I want it to be Christmas, I've already compiled some of my list. You're welcome and thank you in advance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc1yVmEqKN0/Tng58PaihdI/AAAAAAAAByg/3AgUkt5XIP0/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc1yVmEqKN0/Tng58PaihdI/AAAAAAAAByg/3AgUkt5XIP0/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654333039256438226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now my life in pictures. I'm still a Starbucks whore (See that smiley?...), I went to Fashion's Night Out and fell in love with the Max Mara display, I babysit lots, I helped put on a fashion show for my fashion show production class last week (I was in charge of Tweeting, Facebooking &amp;amp; Instagraming all of the festivities. I know, so difficult for me to use social media...) and on Saturday I went to a USC game with my fam bam. Well, mostly Meggy. And then there's Bradley Coops. I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-861780499246520242?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/861780499246520242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=861780499246520242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/861780499246520242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/861780499246520242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/09/u-is-for-update.html' title='U is for Update'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc1yVmEqKN0/Tng58PaihdI/AAAAAAAAByg/3AgUkt5XIP0/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3596421057051103155</id><published>2011-09-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:03:56.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Hello, There!</title><content type='html'>So, I have had conversations about my personal blog (The one you're reading) twice in the past month and a half. People, my fans, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; seem to want me back. So, I am back, my friends. Because as I'm sure you've figured out, I have lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hi Uncle Jim... He still feels left out from that time 2 years ago when I "forgot about him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3596421057051103155?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3596421057051103155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3596421057051103155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3596421057051103155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3596421057051103155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/09/h-is-for-hello-there.html' title='H is for Hello, There!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6062195116673734351</id><published>2011-09-08T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:54:17.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be of good cheer. Do not think of today's failures, but of the success that may come tomorrow. You have to set yourselves a difficult task, but you will succeed if you persevere; and you will find a joy in overcoming obstacles. Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6062195116673734351?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6062195116673734351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6062195116673734351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6062195116673734351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6062195116673734351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/09/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-943267605890599321</id><published>2011-07-30T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:18:44.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is yours permanently so you better enjoy it while it's happening.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Joan Rivers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-943267605890599321?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/943267605890599321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=943267605890599321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/943267605890599321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/943267605890599321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/07/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7019789861620097124</id><published>2011-07-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:47:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U is for Update</title><content type='html'>Update on my life: I'm still alive, I promise. I started school two weeks ago and as you can imagine, it has taken up all my time. I've seen my friends a lot more than I have all summer which makes me very excited. I love them dearly and I've missed them so. I survived the midnight showing of "Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows Part II" and only cried at the end. The credits started rolling and I burst into tears. It was sad. But I'm okay. I've seen it twice so far. It's also kind of all I can talk about as of late. My apologies. My fish are still alive and well. I went to the fair. And I have yet to find a new TTLB. Now, some pictures of my adventures. (I started with most recent which is bothersome to me, but I'm sure you don't mind. Do you?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0V1KDtNNyQE/Ti0dFqHj3oI/AAAAAAAAByI/vAPUQZcFDmk/s1600/49a06932767e4fc680d1d164f2a3fe9d_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0V1KDtNNyQE/Ti0dFqHj3oI/AAAAAAAAByI/vAPUQZcFDmk/s320/49a06932767e4fc680d1d164f2a3fe9d_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633190691952909954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnCugIrE7C8/Ti0dFzebxqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/EZBTnAkLAIA/s1600/33b5e635f56c4a61a050f77a16239e73_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nnCugIrE7C8/Ti0dFzebxqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/EZBTnAkLAIA/s320/33b5e635f56c4a61a050f77a16239e73_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633190694464767650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the OC Fair on Friday. And let's just discuss a few things. 1. How much I love and loathe cotton candy. I love it until it's done and I realize I can't brush my teeth for another 2 hours. It's the worst. But it's so delicious and I only eat it about once every five years, so I figure that's okay. 2. How sad I was that the micropigs were missing from the fair! It's disgraceful. To the pigs and to me. I really wanted to see them. 3. The fact that the fair's theme is "Let's Eat!" is concerning for a million reasons. The main reason: Fried butter. I'm just saying.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NL9EyGfq89s/Ti0fO0VFqqI/AAAAAAAAByY/aRSsSOmXgzw/s1600/tumblr_loglycfrMC1qbw3pbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NL9EyGfq89s/Ti0fO0VFqqI/AAAAAAAAByY/aRSsSOmXgzw/s320/tumblr_loglycfrMC1qbw3pbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633193048336083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alive! They're still alive :) I don't think I've ever been this proud of myself or my fish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86YhxmGYRIg/Ti0dFour62I/AAAAAAAAByA/2ZqVcRXHotc/s1600/5173c4639d0d4a64a1b5a7c722708c34_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-86YhxmGYRIg/Ti0dFour62I/AAAAAAAAByA/2ZqVcRXHotc/s320/5173c4639d0d4a64a1b5a7c722708c34_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633190691580144482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I do my research for school. Exciting, no? It just makes me feel fancy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4__iviwQ84/Ti0dFbDx90I/AAAAAAAABx4/uDNkvGk_kHI/s1600/979cb669e9e94d0090551c7676de3c58_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4__iviwQ84/Ti0dFbDx90I/AAAAAAAABx4/uDNkvGk_kHI/s320/979cb669e9e94d0090551c7676de3c58_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633190687910524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCcFo8NZqLw/Ti0ccZNArVI/AAAAAAAABxo/DNZNMyqgrQ0/s1600/f973c79919c6425fb1d1451bda42e09f_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCcFo8NZqLw/Ti0ccZNArVI/AAAAAAAABxo/DNZNMyqgrQ0/s320/f973c79919c6425fb1d1451bda42e09f_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633189983037730130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Potter Round 2 with the cousins. I love them almost as much as I love Harry Potter. Just kidding. I love them a little more. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvE9nTjq0ZY/Ti0ccB98bPI/AAAAAAAABxg/RPvDe4g4mvI/s1600/263616_10150321945859924_731289923_9528918_3823542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvE9nTjq0ZY/Ti0ccB98bPI/AAAAAAAABxg/RPvDe4g4mvI/s320/263616_10150321945859924_731289923_9528918_3823542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633189976800521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wbX4pehLSk/Ti0ccI6AkkI/AAAAAAAABxY/BgpY3wP7NN0/s1600/284383_10150316067725844_789415843_9475525_2214695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wbX4pehLSk/Ti0ccI6AkkI/AAAAAAAABxY/BgpY3wP7NN0/s320/284383_10150316067725844_789415843_9475525_2214695_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633189978663064130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh um, yes. I am wearing a Harry Potter shirt, Harry Potter Silly Bandz and pretending a pen is my wand. Leave me alone. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8hosEclGy0/Ti0cb1NqJqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/qM3tlLnmADk/s1600/b9a11c0c43be450287931b67398045cf_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8hosEclGy0/Ti0cb1NqJqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/qM3tlLnmADk/s320/b9a11c0c43be450287931b67398045cf_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633189973376771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how you know school has started for me. This was my 3rd cup of coffee for the day, so naturally I documented it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7019789861620097124?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7019789861620097124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7019789861620097124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7019789861620097124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7019789861620097124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/07/u-is-for-update.html' title='U is for Update'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0V1KDtNNyQE/Ti0dFqHj3oI/AAAAAAAAByI/vAPUQZcFDmk/s72-c/49a06932767e4fc680d1d164f2a3fe9d_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6428287890599961901</id><published>2011-07-01T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:16:15.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for B. Coops &amp; S is for Shia LaBeouf</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I went fish shopping again today. I can't remember what kind of fish he is, but he is cute and I have named him Shia LaBeouf. Partially because I just saw the new "Transformers" and partially because I love him. So far the two fish have been getting along quite well. Shia keeps following B. Coops around the tank and I can't decide whether or not B. Coops is annoyed or just being a good host. I'm hoping it's the second one. Either way they're really cute AND I'm proud to say that B. Coops has been alive for a month. WHATEVER. The horrible curse has been lifted! Now let's pray I don't jinx it because he's actually kind of a wonderful fish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omb6QSPLcbo/Tg2QGcYuG5I/AAAAAAAABxI/g7xUFX80cZI/s1600/tumblr_lnn1ncF0xI1qbw3pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omb6QSPLcbo/Tg2QGcYuG5I/AAAAAAAABxI/g7xUFX80cZI/s320/tumblr_lnn1ncF0xI1qbw3pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624309950029110162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6428287890599961901?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6428287890599961901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6428287890599961901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6428287890599961901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6428287890599961901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/07/b-is-for-b-coops-s-is-for-shia-labeouf.html' title='B is for B. Coops &amp; S is for Shia LaBeouf'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-omb6QSPLcbo/Tg2QGcYuG5I/AAAAAAAABxI/g7xUFX80cZI/s72-c/tumblr_lnn1ncF0xI1qbw3pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4931443742756771305</id><published>2011-06-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:03:18.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Bradley Cooper Fish</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering, and I'm so sure you were, B. Coopsies (That's what I call him now) is still alive and well. Seriously, he is so well, I love him. He greets me at my door and eats and swims and such like a normal and healthy fish should. He's wonderful and I can't wait to spend another weekiversary with him. Or something. Whatever, he's just really cute, okay?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkuYXU1pxKU/Tf7-mT8CKJI/AAAAAAAABxA/FRKL9xoUBmo/s1600/ee29ae9ce1e547688c20794568027eb9_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkuYXU1pxKU/Tf7-mT8CKJI/AAAAAAAABxA/FRKL9xoUBmo/s320/ee29ae9ce1e547688c20794568027eb9_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620209319145515154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes the outside of my tank is a little dirty and yes, that is only his tail. He's really fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4931443742756771305?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4931443742756771305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4931443742756771305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4931443742756771305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4931443742756771305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/b-is-for-bradley-cooper-fish_20.html' title='B is for Bradley Cooper Fish'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fkuYXU1pxKU/Tf7-mT8CKJI/AAAAAAAABxA/FRKL9xoUBmo/s72-c/ee29ae9ce1e547688c20794568027eb9_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5252634228172677611</id><published>2011-06-14T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:09:37.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for What A Day!</title><content type='html'>This is a picture of Leighton Meester. A picture that I took. Tonight. Of Leighton Meester. I met her. I'm having problems comprehending this. Considering she's the Duchess of my heart, I'm kind of overanalyzing every little detail. I'm also kind of emotional because well, I LOVE HER and it's 2 AM. I just want to have pretty photoshoots with her and I want her to love me. Is that too much to ask? Ugh, this day has been ridiculously amazing, I will share more once I wrap my head around it. I. Met. Leighton. Those words, #$()!(#!?.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVzVGiaY74/TfclQLkHPgI/AAAAAAAABw4/puT-O_znDmw/s1600/tumblr_lmrkb2wueE1qbw3pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVzVGiaY74/TfclQLkHPgI/AAAAAAAABw4/puT-O_znDmw/s320/tumblr_lmrkb2wueE1qbw3pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618000020080377346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5252634228172677611?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5252634228172677611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5252634228172677611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5252634228172677611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5252634228172677611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/w-is-for-what-day.html' title='W is for What A Day!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVzVGiaY74/TfclQLkHPgI/AAAAAAAABw4/puT-O_znDmw/s72-c/tumblr_lmrkb2wueE1qbw3pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2814323617822879114</id><published>2011-06-09T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:00:49.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for Doctor Update</title><content type='html'>Doctor update time. Today I got my blood taken, I took my Mommy, don't worry, and you'd be happy to know that I did not faint nor cry nor even vomit. I was very proud of myself. I had Mother (Although she's never the most maternal and nurturing during my time of medical needs. I.e. Shots or anything involving a needle and gloves. I even told her that she wasn't maternal, but then she said she was proud of me), Tina Fey's "Bossypants" (More on that fantastic book in a second) and my phone. I also had the nice lady that almost killed me last week. I told her I thought she had ended my life. Moral of this story is, NOW about 14 hours later I am finally feeling sickly, but I'm praying everything will work out for the best. That meaning I don't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2814323617822879114?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2814323617822879114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2814323617822879114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2814323617822879114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2814323617822879114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/d-is-for-doctor-update.html' title='D is for Doctor Update'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3409106098418298625</id><published>2011-06-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:56:37.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Bradley Cooper Fish</title><content type='html'>So, due to the fact that Child Services (Aka. My sister) took Leona Lewis away from me and put her in her tank, I went out and bought a new fish. A tetra something or other appropriately named Bradley Cooper. Sometimes he's also called B. Coops or Bradley Cooper Fish. It just depends on our moods. They're very in sync. It's like he truly is my child. He's a feisty one though. From day one, which was exactly a week ago, he has been jumping and swimming fast. In fact, on the way home from the pet store he managed to jump out of his cup. It was a scary time for all involved, but he's made it a week, so YAY. He's precious, although he's difficult to take pictures of because he's so stinkin' spazzy. But I love him nonetheless. (Oh, and in case you were wondering, Leona Lewis is still alive, but evidently she likes Auntie Lauren's tank better. Whatever).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dks21aM_mw/TfGx9Mi4zuI/AAAAAAAABww/c1e9pbx1Rys/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dks21aM_mw/TfGx9Mi4zuI/AAAAAAAABww/c1e9pbx1Rys/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616465875205410530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3409106098418298625?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3409106098418298625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3409106098418298625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3409106098418298625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3409106098418298625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/b-is-for-bradley-cooper-fish.html' title='B is for Bradley Cooper Fish'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dks21aM_mw/TfGx9Mi4zuI/AAAAAAAABww/c1e9pbx1Rys/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6704907990900285858</id><published>2011-06-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:07:28.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for Doctor</title><content type='html'>So, I've been 21 for a little over a month now. It's been alright, I'm not too fond of the age for it's kind of boring. Sure, I can get into clubs and drink legally, but I found out that I don't really like alcohol, so there really is no silver lining. But along with my turning legal and getting into clubs thing, I figured I'd become more brave. I don't know. I've seen it in movies or something, I guess. With age, you are more confident. Evidently, I am not. I am the OPPOSITE of that. Case in point: Today I went to the doctor. I'm not sure what's wrong with me (I've self-diagnosed myself with anxiety, tonsillitis and mono) so I decided to see another doctor. I figured they'd check my temperature, pulse and gag me for strep. They did two of the three of those, by the way. But oh, the doctor had more in store for me. Without looking up at me, he goes "Okay, I'd like to give you a shot of something and do a blood test." My heart dropped. I looked at him and went "Um, what? Are there like, pills or something instead? Oh and I can't do my blood test today. I can't. I just can't. I can't. I will cry. I need someone with me." So, he just furrowed his brow and proceeded to tell me that I could do my blood test next week, but informed me that I would indeed need to get that shot. My heart stopped. I freaked out. Personally, I think they should make a pill for EVERYTHING. I mean, if it can be put in an evil syringe, can't you put it in solid form? Yeah, apparently not. So, I think to myself "Shut up, Erin. You're 21 years old. You can do it! You will be rewarded with a nice cold Starbucks drink. You can do it! Man up." I also tell the doctor that the needle needs to be hidden due to my freak outs, which he agrees to. So, the nice nurse lady gives me my shot. I don't cry and I tell her I'm really proud that I didn't cry. So, she leaves me for a second because I started feeling weird. Then, the next thing I know I'm sitting up on the table and I'm feeling sick to my stomach. That's normal for me when I come in close contact with needles, so whatever. But then my vision started to blur and things started closing in. I got shaky and hot and my hearing kind of disappeared. Then I went into panic mode thinking "OH MY GOSH. I AM GOING TO DIE HERE." The door was shut and I was alone. I didn't know whether or not I should risk standing up and potentially hitting my head to open the door or whether I should attempt to pick up my phone and call the front desk to inform them that they needed to rush over to Exam Room 3. Fortunately, the smart part of panic-y Erin set in and I told myself to lay down. I stayed in the exam room for 30 minutes. I don't know guys. I was SO proud of myself up until then. Like, who am I? When is this fear going to go away? Never. It's never going to go away, I'm convinced. So, I'm currently sitting with my left leg a little higher (You guessed it, they shot me in the hip) with my whole left side tensing attempting not to cry. Let's just say, my Mom is coming with me to get my blood taken next week. Fingers crossed I don't die or like, overreact or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6704907990900285858?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6704907990900285858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6704907990900285858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6704907990900285858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6704907990900285858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/d-is-for-doctor.html' title='D is for Doctor'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4847224947372646042</id><published>2011-06-01T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:54:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for Leona Lewis &amp; S is for Sasha Fierce</title><content type='html'>Yes, unfortunately Carl Bradley passed away in his swim on Monday morning. It was very sad because he was kind of great. A little boring? Maybe. I know what you're thinking "Aren't all fish boring, Erin?" No, no they are not. Do you remember Chandler?... He was incredible. Anyway. So, Carl died and so naturally, I went out and bought more fish. Because I'm a crazy fish lady like that. So, meet Leona Lewis (SHE'S A BLEEDING HEART FISH. Who knew those existed, am I right? Hence her name, Leona Lewis. For I automatically started singing "I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love..." I hate myself for it, but it stuck. So she's awesome.) and Sasha Fierce. Unfortunately Sasha Fierce died late last night. I was a little worried for her because she is so small, but she kind of put up a fight but unfortunately did not live up to her name. So, Sister saved Leona Lewis and I am off to buy a proper tank tomorrow. I am DETERMINED to keep a fish alive more than a month. Okay?!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd2BnFWEWsA/TecXJJoWmII/AAAAAAAABwk/Emuf4e4srcQ/s1600/252702_10150265308515844_789415843_9023635_6398933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd2BnFWEWsA/TecXJJoWmII/AAAAAAAABwk/Emuf4e4srcQ/s320/252702_10150265308515844_789415843_9023635_6398933_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613480906512046210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys, look at Leona's side heart! Isn't that the coolest?... I'm obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4847224947372646042?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4847224947372646042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4847224947372646042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4847224947372646042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4847224947372646042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/06/l-is-for-leona-lewis-s-is-for-sasha.html' title='L is for Leona Lewis &amp; S is for Sasha Fierce'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd2BnFWEWsA/TecXJJoWmII/AAAAAAAABwk/Emuf4e4srcQ/s72-c/252702_10150265308515844_789415843_9023635_6398933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5802814303685579513</id><published>2011-05-29T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:56:16.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Carl</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, more about my sweet Carl Bradley. Don't pretend you didn't miss my fish stories. So, today I installed Carl's filter. Although he hasn't been eating, I'm hoping that the filter will help keep him alive forever. He's pretty cute and I am going to love him so much. I did accidentally call him Chandler today. I miss that little fish more than I should... But on the bright side, Carl did discover his reflection today. Woo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkf1cYVC_aI/TeM_c1v5JVI/AAAAAAAABwc/DcxkBicJNEQ/s1600/3f3f4ce960b14f91b4ac75d4f197721e_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkf1cYVC_aI/TeM_c1v5JVI/AAAAAAAABwc/DcxkBicJNEQ/s320/3f3f4ce960b14f91b4ac75d4f197721e_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612399325330613586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5802814303685579513?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5802814303685579513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5802814303685579513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5802814303685579513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5802814303685579513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/c-is-for-carl_29.html' title='C is for Carl'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkf1cYVC_aI/TeM_c1v5JVI/AAAAAAAABwc/DcxkBicJNEQ/s72-c/3f3f4ce960b14f91b4ac75d4f197721e_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5068509530037902913</id><published>2011-05-28T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:24:36.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Carl</title><content type='html'>Everyone, meet Carl. Yes, it's that time again! Time for me to become a fish Mama once more. So far he's pretty mellow. He doesn't move a lot and he's not answering to his name yet, but I have faith that he will grow up to do great things. And by great, I mean eat his food and not die. (I think he knows I'm blogging about him because now he's swimming around the tank. When I walked in a few minutes ago, his back (Well, I guess his tail) was to me and he was staring at the wall. I don't know what that was about).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiIQhJ47ICo/TeG8ZkLEWsI/AAAAAAAABwU/Fy-uOfkRIPw/s1600/9951640b80174e94b68bee936016edab_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiIQhJ47ICo/TeG8ZkLEWsI/AAAAAAAABwU/Fy-uOfkRIPw/s320/9951640b80174e94b68bee936016edab_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611973758073199298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5068509530037902913?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5068509530037902913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5068509530037902913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5068509530037902913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5068509530037902913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/c-is-for-carl.html' title='C is for Carl'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiIQhJ47ICo/TeG8ZkLEWsI/AAAAAAAABwU/Fy-uOfkRIPw/s72-c/9951640b80174e94b68bee936016edab_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4345872993616178545</id><published>2011-05-28T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:43:36.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it. A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4345872993616178545?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4345872993616178545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4345872993616178545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4345872993616178545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4345872993616178545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/q-is-for-quote_28.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1611494937215170651</id><published>2011-05-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:52:24.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Book</title><content type='html'>So, ever since reading Mindy Kaling's book excerpt this afternoon, it has me thinking that I too can write a book. But then I remembered 1. I'm not famous and/or no one knows me and 2. It wouldn't sell. I'd like to think that it would sell though. Because in my mind, I'm just 1 out of the 102940 books on the New York Times Bestseller list or whatever. Ugh, maybe in a few years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1611494937215170651?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1611494937215170651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1611494937215170651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1611494937215170651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1611494937215170651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/b-is-for-book.html' title='B is for Book'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3860509332971773839</id><published>2011-05-25T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:50:09.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;b&gt;I CAN BORROW ALL YOUR CLOTHES: Anything in your closet, no matter  how fancy, is co-owned by me, your best friend. I can borrow it for as  long as I want. If I get something on it or lose it, I should make all  good faith attempts to get it cleaned or buy you a new one, but I don't &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;need &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to  do that, and you still have to love me. If I ruin something of yours  and don't replace it, you're allowed to talk shit about me to our other  friends for a calendar year. That's it. Then you have to get over it.  One stipulation to borrowing your clothes is that you have to have worn  the item at least once before I borrow it. I'm not a monster.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;div&gt;Mindy Kaling &lt;i&gt;"Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mindy  Kaling, of "The Office," may or may not be one of my favorite  celebrities to follow on Twitter. She is so funny and entertaining, I  just want to go to coffee with her just so I can listen to her talk  about random stuff. But because I am not yet famous, I cannot just  invite her to Starbucks to talk about how great it must be to lust over  John Krasinski from far away and write funny one-liners for his  character. But I found the next best thing... She wrote a book. And of  course, I find the excerpt in the middle of my Spanish Language &amp;amp;  Culture class and of course, I am reading it whilst in class and yes, of  course, my teacher keeps calling on me. Anyway, go read the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/56238687/Is-Everyone-Hanging-Out-Without-Me-by-Mindy-Kaling-Excerpt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;excerpt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and then pre-order it on Borders.com because so far, it is great and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3860509332971773839?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3860509332971773839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3860509332971773839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3860509332971773839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3860509332971773839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7520558042372502474</id><published>2011-05-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:38:03.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Published Author</title><content type='html'>Oh I am awful. I forgot to tell y'all (Whatever, let's ignore that) that I was published again! I'm in the current issue of Glamour magazine. :) I just wrote a letter to Teen Vogue and I'm in the process of contacting Harper's Bazaar. My goal: To be in every magazine around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXlDprhhM0/TdS6tlpEagI/AAAAAAAABwM/qWrBXT3owmM/s1600/218679_10150175842603432_659113431_6853178_1790860_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXlDprhhM0/TdS6tlpEagI/AAAAAAAABwM/qWrBXT3owmM/s320/218679_10150175842603432_659113431_6853178_1790860_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608312728344357378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7520558042372502474?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7520558042372502474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7520558042372502474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7520558042372502474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7520558042372502474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/p-is-for-published-author.html' title='P is for Published Author'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXlDprhhM0/TdS6tlpEagI/AAAAAAAABwM/qWrBXT3owmM/s72-c/218679_10150175842603432_659113431_6853178_1790860_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6332159909524536422</id><published>2011-05-18T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:33:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F is for Fun Facts</title><content type='html'>1. Sometimes I pretend I speak French. I think it makes me sound fancy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I always feel guilty eating yellow Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms. Thanks a lot, M&amp;amp;M commercials.&lt;br /&gt;3. I tend to cry more about things that happen on TV than things that happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't spell receipt without either asking someone or checking Google.&lt;br /&gt;5. Based on my movie and food preferences, I'm convinced I'm actually a 30ish year old European woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6332159909524536422?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6332159909524536422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6332159909524536422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6332159909524536422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6332159909524536422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/05/f-is-for-fun-facts.html' title='F is for Fun Facts'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7178689268913600850</id><published>2011-04-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:45:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I is for "I Want To Go To There"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEUzX90PfXY/TbiNv8eLlgI/AAAAAAAABv8/hnCYi19MF5Q/s1600/tumblr_lhow7tFZkz1qcjofpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEUzX90PfXY/TbiNv8eLlgI/AAAAAAAABv8/hnCYi19MF5Q/s320/tumblr_lhow7tFZkz1qcjofpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600381991461295618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2HlHyvNahU/TbiOYOxtY1I/AAAAAAAABwE/Qn0K_QERxjg/s1600/tumblr_lkbvxxvRkm1qcuj4to1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2HlHyvNahU/TbiOYOxtY1I/AAAAAAAABwE/Qn0K_QERxjg/s320/tumblr_lkbvxxvRkm1qcuj4to1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382683569808210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://fleurbn.tumblr.com/post/4814021116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/9238596"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7178689268913600850?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7178689268913600850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7178689268913600850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7178689268913600850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7178689268913600850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-is-for-i-want-to-go-to-there.html' title='I is for &quot;I Want To Go To There&quot;'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEUzX90PfXY/TbiNv8eLlgI/AAAAAAAABv8/hnCYi19MF5Q/s72-c/tumblr_lhow7tFZkz1qcjofpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-291016215340694376</id><published>2011-04-27T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:32:07.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Birthday Eve</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday eve. I mean, whatever. I have the perfect weekend planned full of yummy dinners, dressing up, the Royal Wedding, fun friends and of course, my first sip of alcohol. Trust that I will be documenting all of this. I apologize to my fun friends in advance for taking pictures of our every move. I only turn 21 once, you guys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MixokD5ShQg/TbiLN21HDVI/AAAAAAAABv0/t-eoz9HGBus/s1600/tumblr_ljytycynHy1qev084o1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MixokD5ShQg/TbiLN21HDVI/AAAAAAAABv0/t-eoz9HGBus/s320/tumblr_ljytycynHy1qev084o1_1280_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600379206808046930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/9035852"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-291016215340694376?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/291016215340694376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=291016215340694376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/291016215340694376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/291016215340694376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/b-is-for-birthday-eve.html' title='B is for Birthday Eve'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MixokD5ShQg/TbiLN21HDVI/AAAAAAAABv0/t-eoz9HGBus/s72-c/tumblr_ljytycynHy1qev084o1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5086435208786907268</id><published>2011-04-23T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:56:26.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for Dream Life</title><content type='html'>Today at work I had to wrap an engagement present for someone who was proposed to under the Eiffel Tower. I then began explaining that that was my DREAM proposal and that I was extremely jealous. Then the guy was like "Well, if it makes you feel any better, the guy is British." Then I kind of screech-gasp-yelled "THAT IS MY DREAM! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" To sum it up, I want a British man to propose to me under the Eiffel Tower, okay? So, if you, the reader, happen to be my future husband and/or will know my future husband, remember this plan so that you can either act it out and/or remind my future husband of this weird fantasy I have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP7PB74tcTE/TbKF_KdM_hI/AAAAAAAABvs/A9iJLXLo0UQ/s1600/tumblr_likf9prgSb1qfgis5o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP7PB74tcTE/TbKF_KdM_hI/AAAAAAAABvs/A9iJLXLo0UQ/s320/tumblr_likf9prgSb1qfgis5o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598684606960041490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8384384"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5086435208786907268?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5086435208786907268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5086435208786907268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5086435208786907268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5086435208786907268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/d-is-for-dream-life.html' title='D is for Dream Life'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP7PB74tcTE/TbKF_KdM_hI/AAAAAAAABvs/A9iJLXLo0UQ/s72-c/tumblr_likf9prgSb1qfgis5o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6937669542901071052</id><published>2011-04-21T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today has been a really lovely day. My class was cancelled and my dear friend Lauren Owens called me up out of the blue yesterday telling me that she got a lot of money for her birthday and wanted to go spend it with me. Of course, I couldn't say no. So once I heard class was cancelled, I knew it was meant to be. I really enjoy when friends come to me to go shopping because Lord knows I won't say no. After our lovely visit to the Spectrum, I went home and walked my dog. Yes, I have a dog and yes, he's still alive. It was quite nice, he's actually a really great dog to walk with. And now, I am sitting in the comfort of my own cool ("Cool" as in temperature, not "cool" as in "neat," that's just embarrassing.) room eating macaroons. Perfection, no? Oh, and of course I Instagramed all of this because a) I had a great day and b) I love Instagram.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMy1lvXAvLc/TbC79qkSuoI/AAAAAAAABvk/4jBG6rFQVko/s1600/2242c15355674abbb4443bbd6c6cb931_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMy1lvXAvLc/TbC79qkSuoI/AAAAAAAABvk/4jBG6rFQVko/s320/2242c15355674abbb4443bbd6c6cb931_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598181004894452354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thoroughly enjoy judging the clothes other people and my friends are thinking of buying in the dressing room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7JUypNWc64/TbC79dWeEnI/AAAAAAAABvc/JU2t_1--Obc/s1600/f18da39994f94bc3add058a502c9e4ec_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7JUypNWc64/TbC79dWeEnI/AAAAAAAABvc/JU2t_1--Obc/s320/f18da39994f94bc3add058a502c9e4ec_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598181001346814578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alfredo may or may not be the cutest dog in the world. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50fQydJ40jo/TbC79Wy98wI/AAAAAAAABvU/BjniESYq0HY/s1600/ac1e744d081e4dd6bdd74698d46c714d_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50fQydJ40jo/TbC79Wy98wI/AAAAAAAABvU/BjniESYq0HY/s320/ac1e744d081e4dd6bdd74698d46c714d_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598180999587296002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would and could live only off macaroons. Especially pistachio flavored. Mmm Mmm Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6937669542901071052?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6937669542901071052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6937669542901071052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6937669542901071052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6937669542901071052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/t-is-for-today.html' title='T is for Today'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EMy1lvXAvLc/TbC79qkSuoI/AAAAAAAABvk/4jBG6rFQVko/s72-c/2242c15355674abbb4443bbd6c6cb931_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4277067508397894927</id><published>2011-04-19T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:25:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O is for Official Birthday List</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's almost that time again. Time for my birthday. I mean, I am going to be turning 21, so I figure I should soak up my birthday excitement while I'm still young. Because word on the street is that in a few years I won't be all that excited to turn another year older. I don't look forward to that. So, while I stare in the mirror analyzing my face for a wrinkle and my hair for a gray, I leave you with my birthday list.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLOLano-YQE/Ta04XZjn0GI/AAAAAAAABvM/OKFb08MLH1I/s1600/20904249_010_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLOLano-YQE/Ta04XZjn0GI/AAAAAAAABvM/OKFb08MLH1I/s320/20904249_010_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597191886539837538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Callisto Posts, in White, from Anthropologie. For some reason, I'm really into cute stud earrings and these are real dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCVqXKz8VIw/Ta03a_f2g6I/AAAAAAAABvE/ux75ApL5GWM/s1600/419KDTuTVoL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCVqXKz8VIw/Ta03a_f2g6I/AAAAAAAABvE/ux75ApL5GWM/s320/419KDTuTVoL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597190848752550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Chanel and Her World: Friends, Fashion and Fame." I would love this book and/or any other coffee table fashion books. Preferably on Coco Chanel, but honestly, I am open to any fashion related book. (P.S. This is usually $60, so I'd recommend Amazon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmQk-TfzkW8/Ta02hjop-II/AAAAAAAABu8/PhxFdFFAf3Q/s1600/993434_030_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmQk-TfzkW8/Ta02hjop-II/AAAAAAAABu8/PhxFdFFAf3Q/s320/993434_030_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597189862020741250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Illume Boulangerie Jar candle in "Vanilla &amp;amp; Fig." I just really need candles and this one smells so good I want to cry. Oh, and it's available at Anthropologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7ixIfNR9pw/Ta01VUIIEjI/AAAAAAAABus/KJdleeXUYzM/s1600/product_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7ixIfNR9pw/Ta01VUIIEjI/AAAAAAAABus/KJdleeXUYzM/s320/product_thumb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597188552187712050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essie nail polish in "Turquoise &amp;amp; Caicos." Essie is available at Target and most beauty supply stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqSfz2BXijw/Ta00x8vmTNI/AAAAAAAABuk/taOh1fOICNk/s1600/_6256897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqSfz2BXijw/Ta00x8vmTNI/AAAAAAAABuk/taOh1fOICNk/s320/_6256897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597187944615398610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The REPORT 'Cobb' Flower Sandal from Nordstrom. Size 8 1/2, please. I'd also like a gift card for a pedicure, for if I am putting my feet in sandals I will need a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzjnNf6FV3E/Ta00Gndjh4I/AAAAAAAABuc/G3etFIumpeI/s1600/003491_meidum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzjnNf6FV3E/Ta00Gndjh4I/AAAAAAAABuc/G3etFIumpeI/s320/003491_meidum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597187200168200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Henri Bendel Milliner Charm Bracelet. I'd really accept anything from Henri Bendel, for I love it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtT6qClHmc/Ta00BHXW3JI/AAAAAAAABuU/43AgP3gearQ/s1600/the-kings-speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHtT6qClHmc/Ta00BHXW3JI/AAAAAAAABuU/43AgP3gearQ/s320/the-kings-speech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597187105652923538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! "The King's Speech" came out today. I am in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;with this movie. Therefore, I would love the DVD. I would also love it if somehow Colin Firth became the King of England, but more on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4277067508397894927?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4277067508397894927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4277067508397894927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4277067508397894927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4277067508397894927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-is-for-official-birthday-list.html' title='O is for Official Birthday List'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FLOLano-YQE/Ta04XZjn0GI/AAAAAAAABvM/OKFb08MLH1I/s72-c/20904249_010_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5245288032333115829</id><published>2011-04-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:00:19.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>"These are a few of my favorite things... When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad..." I'm not even sorry for getting that song stuck in your head. It's so great. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkRI_gvtAQ/Tau2Fdv25-I/AAAAAAAABuE/qu4hgAQtesU/s1600/tumblr_ljd0w7VIVq1qfrf9mo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkRI_gvtAQ/Tau2Fdv25-I/AAAAAAAABuE/qu4hgAQtesU/s320/tumblr_ljd0w7VIVq1qfrf9mo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596767166938933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Chocolate Mochas from Starbucks. That's not a surprise, but it's most definitely a fact.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BilhEcBzYw/Tau2Fpf9zII/AAAAAAAABuM/rwsk86hREMU/s1600/tumblr_lj5dj14xNt1qisjkqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BilhEcBzYw/Tau2Fpf9zII/AAAAAAAABuM/rwsk86hREMU/s320/tumblr_lj5dj14xNt1qisjkqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596767170093501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old movies. Right now I'm watching "To Catch a Thief." I recently watched "An Affair to Remember," (I made it one of my new favorite movies), "M is for Murder," "Rear Window" and a couple others. They're just SO much better than the movies nowadays. The way they talk, the way they dress, the storylines, the actors. I would much rather watch old movies for now. And plus, I have a massive crush on Cary Grant. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8dRhsjjbR4/Tau2FUogbcI/AAAAAAAABt8/NCTERlyQO8Y/s1600/besl109_opi_big_apple_red_lacquer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8dRhsjjbR4/Tau2FUogbcI/AAAAAAAABt8/NCTERlyQO8Y/s320/besl109_opi_big_apple_red_lacquer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596767164492180930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OPI's "Big Apple Red" nail polish. You know, it's the little things in life, isn't it?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5245288032333115829?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5245288032333115829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5245288032333115829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5245288032333115829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5245288032333115829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/t-is-for-these-are-few-of-my-favorite.html' title='T is for These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AkRI_gvtAQ/Tau2Fdv25-I/AAAAAAAABuE/qu4hgAQtesU/s72-c/tumblr_ljd0w7VIVq1qfrf9mo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6975149758190818615</id><published>2011-04-02T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:15:02.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F is for Fish</title><content type='html'>You guys, I miss my goldfish. I miss all of them. Chubby, Claire, Phil, Chandler, Monica &amp;amp; Phoebe. They were so great. Evidently they don't live very long so I am thinking about buying colorful and tropical fish instead. I also kind of want a seahorse. Apparently you actually CAN buy them. I'm going to look into that some more. Ross the seahorse. I'm sorry, if that's not cute then I really don't know what is... And yes, I am counting on it being a male because I want a pregnant seahorse.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EUPoVXuWTM/TZbo2WxgbFI/AAAAAAAABtc/LtQTiPQ7mYY/s1600/tumblr_lgy049hU1r1qbyk3yo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EUPoVXuWTM/TZbo2WxgbFI/AAAAAAAABtc/LtQTiPQ7mYY/s320/tumblr_lgy049hU1r1qbyk3yo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590912007950855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gah, they're kind of creepy looking! But I still want one. I think. I don't know. I shouldn't be allowed to blog at 2 AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/7357637"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6975149758190818615?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6975149758190818615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6975149758190818615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6975149758190818615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6975149758190818615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/04/f-is-for-fish.html' title='F is for Fish'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EUPoVXuWTM/TZbo2WxgbFI/AAAAAAAABtc/LtQTiPQ7mYY/s72-c/tumblr_lgy049hU1r1qbyk3yo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-223775462499164795</id><published>2011-03-08T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:02:17.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Birthday Wish List!!</title><content type='html'>I am adding this Betsey Johnson &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.betseyjohnson.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4441377"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Large Square Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bracelet to my birthday list. It's on sale for $62.50 and if you buy it for me, I'll wear it everyday. I swear. And look at the little key on the end! So adorable. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGObQgMOiHc/TXcHB5hgnMI/AAAAAAAABs8/DUEByawH-w0/s1600/pBETJ1-8601726v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGObQgMOiHc/TXcHB5hgnMI/AAAAAAAABs8/DUEByawH-w0/s320/pBETJ1-8601726v275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581937992351653058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would also gladly accept this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.juicycouture.com/sale/jewelry/bracelets/yjru4673/cz-tennis-bracelet-with-puffed-heart-charm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CZ Tennis Bracelet with Puffed Heart Charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Juicy Couture. For only $54.99, it would be silly NOT to invest in it. Sensing a theme, already?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cFjxWlO5Ws/TXcIJVrLL2I/AAAAAAAABtM/FEJLyAhQm4M/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cFjxWlO5Ws/TXcIJVrLL2I/AAAAAAAABtM/FEJLyAhQm4M/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581939219679096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-223775462499164795?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/223775462499164795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=223775462499164795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/223775462499164795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/223775462499164795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/03/b-is-for-birthday-wish-list.html' title='B is for Birthday Wish List!!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGObQgMOiHc/TXcHB5hgnMI/AAAAAAAABs8/DUEByawH-w0/s72-c/pBETJ1-8601726v275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-607086795048103708</id><published>2011-03-06T01:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:52:56.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always do what is right. It will gratify half of mankind and astound the other.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-607086795048103708?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/607086795048103708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=607086795048103708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/607086795048103708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/607086795048103708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/03/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3548518164917262313</id><published>2011-03-06T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:50:36.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Phoebe</title><content type='html'>Phoebe is such a fierce fish. She's so cute and I'm really glad she's still alive and swimming. Adorbs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO2tjbuGzk/TXNY4YfD6EI/AAAAAAAABss/yvhmNJ_VqFQ/s1600/19d692f75de04e1184fb3853d0140a3e_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO2tjbuGzk/TXNY4YfD6EI/AAAAAAAABss/yvhmNJ_VqFQ/s320/19d692f75de04e1184fb3853d0140a3e_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580902088910825538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3548518164917262313?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3548518164917262313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3548518164917262313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3548518164917262313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3548518164917262313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/03/p-is-for-phoebe.html' title='P is for Phoebe'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO2tjbuGzk/TXNY4YfD6EI/AAAAAAAABss/yvhmNJ_VqFQ/s72-c/19d692f75de04e1184fb3853d0140a3e_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1643257765039512547</id><published>2011-02-28T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:50:24.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Published Author</title><content type='html'>You know how one of my New Years Resolutions was to get published and you know how I said that I could cross that off my list? Well, it happened! It officially happened, I just forgot to blog about it on here. I Facebooked, Tweeted and fashion blogged about it, but, I forgot about this little guy. I am now a published author in Allure's March issue. I wrote about Leighton Meester, go figure, and they published it! It's all very exciting. First step, comments page in Allure. Next step, an article in Allure. It's coming, I can feel it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlPMYCOhf2U/TWwl8Y8hXqI/AAAAAAAABsk/rm1WqKMD3xY/s1600/172789_10150146177005844_789415843_8120569_2070025_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlPMYCOhf2U/TWwl8Y8hXqI/AAAAAAAABsk/rm1WqKMD3xY/s320/172789_10150146177005844_789415843_8120569_2070025_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578875757823876770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the most exciting part about all of this is the fact that my name is right next to Leighton Meester's face. It's so exciting, I could cry. Well, I did cry when they first told me I would be in the magazine, but I just screamed when I actually received the issue. Happy, happy day. I already have two copies. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1643257765039512547?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1643257765039512547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1643257765039512547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1643257765039512547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1643257765039512547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/p-is-for-published-author.html' title='P is for Published Author'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlPMYCOhf2U/TWwl8Y8hXqI/AAAAAAAABsk/rm1WqKMD3xY/s72-c/172789_10150146177005844_789415843_8120569_2070025_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4288652754302441631</id><published>2011-02-25T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:52:08.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Phoebe</title><content type='html'>Everyone, say "hello" to Phoebe! Yes, as in Phoebe Buffay. So far, she's a great fish. I learned that the reason the fish are dying is because I am feeding them too much (I blame that on Lauren telling me I wasn't feeding them enough) and they were producing too much waste which was clogging up their bowl, hence their death. So, I am going to try and keep Phoebe alive for as long as I can. I still really miss Chandler though. But I am watching her right now and she's just exploring her little bowl and I have come to the conclusion that I think she will love it here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3wbcaHX99s/TWiivqoA1hI/AAAAAAAABsc/2d_WSOif4-c/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3wbcaHX99s/TWiivqoA1hI/AAAAAAAABsc/2d_WSOif4-c/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577887078278026770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4288652754302441631?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4288652754302441631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4288652754302441631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4288652754302441631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4288652754302441631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/p-is-for-phoebe.html' title='P is for Phoebe'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3wbcaHX99s/TWiivqoA1hI/AAAAAAAABsc/2d_WSOif4-c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5307416761700658432</id><published>2011-02-25T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:36:55.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J is for Jeremiah 29:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5307416761700658432?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5307416761700658432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5307416761700658432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5307416761700658432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5307416761700658432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/j-is-for-jeremiah-2911.html' title='J is for Jeremiah 29:11'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1770955626977121875</id><published>2011-02-20T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:21:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Birthday Wish List!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes! It's that time again. My 21st birthday is in 2 months and 8 days. This is just a portion of my birthday wish list. You all know that once I begin, there really is no stopping me. I wish you the best of luck shopping and thank you in advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2XbRqrA6fI/TWHLEC-OiBI/AAAAAAAABsU/50BUNpVMdqk/s1600/Picture%2B10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2XbRqrA6fI/TWHLEC-OiBI/AAAAAAAABsU/50BUNpVMdqk/s320/Picture%2B10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575961084039170066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily White Chiffon &amp;amp; Lace Tunic in White. This can be found at Nordstrom in the BP section for $36. I would like a large, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8W7v9XGK0NQ/TWHJJZPY4NI/AAAAAAAABsE/2U5dzY1-B_I/s1600/5-starbucks-gift-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8W7v9XGK0NQ/TWHJJZPY4NI/AAAAAAAABsE/2U5dzY1-B_I/s320/5-starbucks-gift-card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575958976892821714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbucks gift card! You all know how much money this would save me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owb-FhORjgk/TWHJJA0R1BI/AAAAAAAABr8/vQv6PlEvzjU/s1600/41WeFZNkLcL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owb-FhORjgk/TWHJJA0R1BI/AAAAAAAABr8/vQv6PlEvzjU/s320/41WeFZNkLcL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575958970336662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Target gift card because I would live it Target if they'd let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv81fML7X9M/TWHIDx5t9TI/AAAAAAAABr0/P3lzFcLYEM0/s1600/_6326503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv81fML7X9M/TWHIDx5t9TI/AAAAAAAABr0/P3lzFcLYEM0/s320/_6326503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575957780921972018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chanel nail polish in "Black Pearl." I'm actually open to receiving any of the Chanel nail polishes actually. Available at Chanel, Macy's and Nordstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApAr2qc4f1E/TWHF0VT1I5I/AAAAAAAABrk/pNKqLD0cXxw/s1600/grazia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApAr2qc4f1E/TWHF0VT1I5I/AAAAAAAABrk/pNKqLD0cXxw/s320/grazia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575955316525573010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lunch date with Leighton Meester. Scratch that, can I spend the whole day with her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cr2MuoCS3xk/TWHFBSJWb_I/AAAAAAAABrc/DE8FU3wQaVA/s1600/Picture%2B8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cr2MuoCS3xk/TWHFBSJWb_I/AAAAAAAABrc/DE8FU3wQaVA/s320/Picture%2B8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575954439502983154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; date with any of these men. Andrew Garfield, Ryan Gosling, current Leonardo DiCaprio, Cory Monteith, Ryan Reynolds or "Titanic" Leonardo DiCaprio. FYI, "Titanic" Leo would be my first choice. Another FYI, these are the six (Yes, I am counting 2011 and 1997 Leonardo DiCaprios as two separate people) men I would put my morals on hold for. Don't pretend you don't have a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq9EnfBaTk4/TWG7nMQOxdI/AAAAAAAABrU/UgIAI8npUGg/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq9EnfBaTk4/TWG7nMQOxdI/AAAAAAAABrU/UgIAI8npUGg/s320/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575944095639979474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kimichi Blue Gathered Front Basic Satchel in Black from &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=19424233&amp;amp;pushId=W_ACC_BAGS&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS&amp;amp;navCount=54&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;itemCount=80&amp;amp;itemdescription=true&amp;amp;parentid=W_ACC_BAGS&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Make sure to get the black one and not the gray, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkB_fxHE26Q/TWG5qVnvLcI/AAAAAAAABrM/6mF13XVAGF8/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkB_fxHE26Q/TWG5qVnvLcI/AAAAAAAABrM/6mF13XVAGF8/s320/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941950670843330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silence &amp;amp; Noise Silky Seamed Slit Back Dress from Urban Outfitters. Large, please. I'll include the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=20077970&amp;amp;itemdescription=true&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You know, to help you out and make it easier for you. Note: I'll actually take anything Silence &amp;amp; Noise from UO. They're my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qo2GnZV08u8/TWG44hWvb-I/AAAAAAAABrE/nAizQSGosQ4/s1600/000596_medium.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qo2GnZV08u8/TWG44hWvb-I/AAAAAAAABrE/nAizQSGosQ4/s320/000596_medium.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575941094827323362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.henribendel.com/shop/perfume-fragrances-lotions/gardenia_vanilla_eau_de_parfum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gardenia &amp;amp; Vanilla Eau de Parfum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Henri Bendel. For $68 you will make me happy AND make me smell good. It's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2L19Fldnls/TWG4QOJA_wI/AAAAAAAABq8/WKZaLPq_voc/s1600/silverinitialEring_MEDIUM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2L19Fldnls/TWG4QOJA_wI/AAAAAAAABq8/WKZaLPq_voc/s320/silverinitialEring_MEDIUM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575940402474712834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sterling Silver Monogram Ring in "E." They are only $48 at Henri Bendel (My new favorite store, fyi) and I would need a 7, I believe. It says they're sold out of the ring online, but I was in the store last week and they definitely had it. **I also would love the white pig key chain and the NYC mug from Henri Bendel. Unfortunately, neither of those items are on their website, but if you go to the store, you'll see them and know exactly what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrSbKTZ_PDY/TWG0yFSCIiI/AAAAAAAABqs/wKz4Y-YbsNE/s1600/51lApgkq0NL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrSbKTZ_PDY/TWG0yFSCIiI/AAAAAAAABqs/wKz4Y-YbsNE/s320/51lApgkq0NL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575936586165658146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, for now, is the Vanilla Amber tin candle by Bella by Illume. $9.99 at Target and I am pretty sure it is one of the best candles ever created. I have the baby one and I think tonight may or may not be it's last night. The vase is pretty on the baby one, so I will keep it, but I really would love the tin as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1770955626977121875?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1770955626977121875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1770955626977121875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1770955626977121875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1770955626977121875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/b-is-for-birthday-wish-list.html' title='B is for Birthday Wish List!!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2XbRqrA6fI/TWHLEC-OiBI/AAAAAAAABsU/50BUNpVMdqk/s72-c/Picture%2B10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3330411081202635613</id><published>2011-02-15T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:36:31.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Chandler died early this morning. Lauren got an iPhone last night (This is relevant, I promise) and she has been texting me a countless amount of pictures, texts, smileys, etc. So, I decided to take a picture of Chandler and send it to her. That was at 9:00 AM. That was the last time I saw him alive and well. I miss him, he was kind of wonderful. And to make matters worse, when I had to flush him down the toilet, he wouldn't go down!! At first I freaked out because I was like "Oh crap, maybe Chandler was sleeping? Sideways?" It was really scary. I miss him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwceirJDEQo/TVtFzz2Sh0I/AAAAAAAABqc/7yfnZKQAkn4/s1600/downsized_0215010852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwceirJDEQo/TVtFzz2Sh0I/AAAAAAAABqc/7yfnZKQAkn4/s320/downsized_0215010852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574125720194680642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3330411081202635613?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3330411081202635613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3330411081202635613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3330411081202635613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3330411081202635613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/r-is-for-rip.html' title='R is for R.I.P.'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwceirJDEQo/TVtFzz2Sh0I/AAAAAAAABqc/7yfnZKQAkn4/s72-c/downsized_0215010852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6235543332003004782</id><published>2011-02-06T01:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:39:30.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V is for Vote!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am in 1oth place. I have 9 days to eliminate 5 fellow bloggers. We can do this. Send it to everyone you know. And then some. I really, truly thank all 222 of you that voted already. You are all such precious little gems. So, to sum this up. Click this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://styleblogger.refinery29.com/?page=1&amp;amp;sort=votes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, look for Erin from Mission Viejo and vote away! Thank you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6235543332003004782?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6235543332003004782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6235543332003004782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6235543332003004782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6235543332003004782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-is-for-vote_06.html' title='V is for Vote!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1084110066111803074</id><published>2011-02-02T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:28:34.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Chandler</title><content type='html'>Chandler is all sorts of wonderful. I brought him to the floor to play and he loves it. I wonder if they sell vertical fish tanks that I could stack against my wall so he could swim on down to the floor anytime he wants... If not, I should invent that, for I think it would be wonderful. Ah, he's the cutest. Oh, I just Googled it. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;sell vertical fish tanks. I really thought I was onto something.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUn2p3HAONI/AAAAAAAABqM/a0GF2IOAvUo/s1600/Photo%2B643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUn2p3HAONI/AAAAAAAABqM/a0GF2IOAvUo/s320/Photo%2B643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569253613248723154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1084110066111803074?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1084110066111803074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1084110066111803074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1084110066111803074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1084110066111803074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/c-is-for-chandler.html' title='C is for Chandler'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUn2p3HAONI/AAAAAAAABqM/a0GF2IOAvUo/s72-c/Photo%2B643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1158459926856529610</id><published>2011-02-02T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:10:11.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1158459926856529610?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1158459926856529610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1158459926856529610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1158459926856529610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1158459926856529610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2449751279929208917</id><published>2011-02-01T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:12:35.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V is for Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUkDvldTyBI/AAAAAAAABqE/dkjx9FmB2nE/s1600/splash-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUkDvldTyBI/AAAAAAAABqE/dkjx9FmB2nE/s320/splash-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568986530264107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I am taking this from my &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://becausetherestofushavetolookatyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fashion blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, whatever, I'm really eager to win). I apologize &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;thank you in advance, but I entered a contest via Refinery29 to win: a week-long trip to NYC (During fashion week!), a cash prize (Um, yes please) and a guest blogger spot at Refinery29 (I know, right?!). My post should be up tomorrow, so click this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://styleblogger.refinery29.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, look for my face and vote your heart away. I mean, if you want. Whatevs. But seriously. Vote for me. ;) (Oh, and I already told the bestie that she is coming with me when (I mean, if) I win. Sorry, we'll buy you a snowglobe or something to thank you).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2449751279929208917?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2449751279929208917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2449751279929208917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2449751279929208917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2449751279929208917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-is-for-vote.html' title='V is for Vote!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUkDvldTyBI/AAAAAAAABqE/dkjx9FmB2nE/s72-c/splash-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6897100017196514954</id><published>2011-01-31T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:13:50.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Chandler &amp; Monica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to introduce you to my new fish, Chandler and Monica. I adopted them on Friday and unfortunately, Monica passed away early this morning. Chandler is still alive and swimming. He's adorable and I love him. I am going to have to buy Chandler a friend though, and that friend is Joey. So cute. So freaking cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUdQKZacutI/AAAAAAAABp4/-eSEoYRn_gU/s320/164358_10150133870480844_789415843_7947684_4017356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507603817642706" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUdQKcsQtBI/AAAAAAAABpw/ligHGZ-6u6Y/s320/tumblr_lephdtu4Hq1qg6gxbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507604697658386" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6897100017196514954?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6897100017196514954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6897100017196514954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6897100017196514954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6897100017196514954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-chandler-monica.html' title='C is for Chandler &amp; Monica'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TUdQKZacutI/AAAAAAAABp4/-eSEoYRn_gU/s72-c/164358_10150133870480844_789415843_7947684_4017356_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6819826703458126383</id><published>2011-01-26T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:18:28.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Movie Review VI</title><content type='html'>The fact that this is my sixth movie review is quite ironic for this time it centers around King George the, you guessed it, VI. If you hadn't caught on by now, I am referring to "&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810124453/info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;." I absolutely adored this movie. The Oscar nominations came out today, "The King's Speech" actually has the most nominations, and I realized that I had seen all but 4 of the nominated films for Best Picture so I decided to see the rest. I am canceling out "127 Hours" however because I do not want to watch James Franco cut his arm off, please. And I mean, I did walk out of "Black Swan," but I am still going to count that as watching it because I think Natalie Portman definitely deserves that Oscar and that's really the only reason I went. Anyway, back to "The King's Speech." I think it deserves not only Best Picture (I apologize to "The Social Network," I was really rooting for them. Mainly because I kind of want to marry Andrew Garfield &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;Jesse Eisenberg (Yeah, that one's new. I had a dream I was famous and we were dating and apparently we are super cute and compatible together, so go figure). Together. At the same time, preferably.) but also Best Actor (Colin Firth), Best Supporting Actor (Geoffery Rush) and Best Supporting Actress (Helena Bonham Carter). The acting was superb (I really want to speak and type with a British accent right now), as were the costumes. I am obsessed with the 1930s, so this movie actually had everything I love all wrapped into one. So, to wrap this up, please go out and see the movie. I assure you that you will enjoy it as well. Oh, and did I mention that not only is Bellatrix Lestrange in the movie, but she was accompanied by DUMBLEDORE (At first I didn't believe it because I thought "But Dumbledore is dead..." but then I realized that while that is true, Michael Gambon is still alive and well and quite capable of playing King George V). Oh and Wormtail also tagged along, but no one ever cares about him. It was full of Harry Potter characters which made my heart even happier. I mean, England, 1936, Harry Potter cast, Colin Firth, need I go on?...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TT_mNJBXXgI/AAAAAAAABpo/5DPs_pdCp8c/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TT_mNJBXXgI/AAAAAAAABpo/5DPs_pdCp8c/s320/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566420777887555074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6819826703458126383?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6819826703458126383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6819826703458126383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6819826703458126383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6819826703458126383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-is-for-movie-review-vi.html' title='M is for Movie Review VI'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TT_mNJBXXgI/AAAAAAAABpo/5DPs_pdCp8c/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8608802607261388455</id><published>2011-01-23T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:18:25.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Walter Bagehot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8608802607261388455?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8608802607261388455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8608802607261388455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8608802607261388455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8608802607261388455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/q-is-for-quote_23.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1701971923392861524</id><published>2011-01-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:14:59.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Adventures of a (Smart) Fashion Marketing Student</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, it's that time again. And this time it's worse, well almost worse, than the time the Fashion Design student didn't know what a dress form was. On Thursday, my Retailing teacher told us to go to Patagonia.com to look at the merchandise they offer (Which is weird outdoor wear) and talk about it, etc. So my teacher goes "Does anyone know where Patagonia is?" Some girl in the corner goes "Um, it was like, when all the continents were together and then they later separated." Are you being serious? Unfortunately, she totally was. Some kid in the corner went "That's Pangaea" and the girl behind me went "No, it's Pandora." Like, really? REALLY? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really? &lt;/span&gt;For the record, Patagonia is in Chile. Moral of this story: If you don't know the answer, don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTqpT2GqgpI/AAAAAAAABpU/BlYI4E9GFQk/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTqpT2GqgpI/AAAAAAAABpU/BlYI4E9GFQk/s320/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564946447975744146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not. The. Same. Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1701971923392861524?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1701971923392861524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1701971923392861524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1701971923392861524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1701971923392861524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-for-adventures-of-smart-fashion.html' title='A is for Adventures of a (Smart) Fashion Marketing Student'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTqpT2GqgpI/AAAAAAAABpU/BlYI4E9GFQk/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-917736296447856165</id><published>2011-01-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:16:13.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S is for Starbucks Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTiQk7tf3_I/AAAAAAAABpM/EIVHNIikwMk/s1600/tumblr_lf4wc62wmJ1qfd43eo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTiQk7tf3_I/AAAAAAAABpM/EIVHNIikwMk/s320/tumblr_lf4wc62wmJ1qfd43eo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564356303794462706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to address something. What you should and should not do whilst in Starbucks. Hence, Starbucks Etiquette. I should honestly write a book.&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not talk on your phone. Do not talk quietly, do not talk loudly, just don't do it. (I have done it a few times and I apologize, but I was away from the rest of the people. When people sit down right next to me and talk, I'm not happy).&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not meet in a group of 6 people, steal all the chairs and 2 tables. Rude.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not talk about your alcohol monitoring bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not sit in the comfy seats by the plugs if you don't have a laptop or something that requires a charger. You are wasting space. It's annoying and my computer dies quite often.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do not breathe loudly out your nose. I mean, I don't know how many times I have to look at this guy until he realizes what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do not misspell my name. I don't think Erin is a difficult name, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have acrylics, please do not slam your laptop keys. It's annoying and I doubt you really have anything THAT important to type.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't ask for a "small" coffee. That doesn't exist and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; judge you.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do not strike up a conversation with me unless your name is Taylor the Latte Boy or I know you.&lt;br /&gt;10. If a cute girl (Like myself) comes into your Starbucks day after day, ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go. Read it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memorize it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-917736296447856165?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/917736296447856165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=917736296447856165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/917736296447856165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/917736296447856165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/s-is-for-starbucks-etiquette.html' title='S is for Starbucks Etiquette'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTiQk7tf3_I/AAAAAAAABpM/EIVHNIikwMk/s72-c/tumblr_lf4wc62wmJ1qfd43eo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1346964811053799768</id><published>2011-01-19T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:55:21.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Demi Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1346964811053799768?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1346964811053799768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1346964811053799768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1346964811053799768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1346964811053799768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/q-is-for-quote_19.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3130227930513512203</id><published>2011-01-19T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:52:53.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Claire passed away early Sunday morning. Maybe she was heartbroken over the loss of her husband or maybe she was too excited due to the fact that the Golden Globes were that day. Either way, I miss her a lot. Her home (fish bowl) is empty and sitting on my bathroom counter. Brushing my teeth has never been so depressing. I come home, go to my room, turn on my light, turn to my dresser and then realize she's gone. She had a quaint little area on the top of my dresser. She loved it. Now it is empty and collecting dust. It's all very sad. I miss her, but at least she's with her sweet Phil now. (P.S. I will be buying a new fish sometime this week).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTa0NEcrzyI/AAAAAAAABpE/WJv-7NMCPqc/s1600/tumblr_levkhk6m3D1qeqm6vo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTa0NEcrzyI/AAAAAAAABpE/WJv-7NMCPqc/s320/tumblr_levkhk6m3D1qeqm6vo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563832526288178978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/2824411985/lesfoudres-by-v-lentina"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3130227930513512203?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3130227930513512203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3130227930513512203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3130227930513512203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3130227930513512203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/r-is-for-rip_19.html' title='R is for R.I.P.'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTa0NEcrzyI/AAAAAAAABpE/WJv-7NMCPqc/s72-c/tumblr_levkhk6m3D1qeqm6vo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-370849817867479083</id><published>2011-01-17T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:42:46.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G is for Golden Globes 2011</title><content type='html'>Apparently I only got like, 4 predictions correct. Good thing I didn't bet on that for I would be poor today. Now onto the most important stuff, the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://photos.leamicheleweb.org/displayimage.php?album=502&amp;amp;pid=27838#top_display_media"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-370849817867479083?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/370849817867479083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=370849817867479083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/370849817867479083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/370849817867479083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/g-is-for-golden-globes-2011.html' title='G is for Golden Globes 2011'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6812983831311846635</id><published>2011-01-16T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:37:29.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G is for Golden Globe 2011 Nomination Predictions</title><content type='html'>Fingers crossed at least I get some of these right. I should bet on it, just for kicks. But my predictions are as follows. I'm skipping the boring categories and just going straight for the ones I actually care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Motion Picture - Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black Swan," "The Fighter," "Inception," "The King's Speech," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Social Network"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry, Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lawrence, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Eisenberg, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin Firth&lt;/span&gt;, James Franco, Ryan Gosling, Mark Wahlberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Alice in Wonderland,"&lt;/span&gt; "Burlesque," "The Kids Are All Right," "Red," "The Tourist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Bening, Anne Hathaway, Angelina Jolie, Julianne Moore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;, Paul Giamatti, Jake Gyllenhaal, Kevin Spacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Motion Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Adams&lt;/span&gt;, Helena Bonham Carter, Mila Kunis, Melissa Leo, Jacki Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in a Motion Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale, Michael Douglas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew Garfield &lt;/span&gt;(Wishful hoping, I know), Jeremy Renner, Geoffrey Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Director - Motion Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Aronofsky, David Fincher, Tom Hooper, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christopher Nolan&lt;/span&gt;, David O. Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Television Series - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"30 Rock," "The Big Bang Theory," "The Big C," "Glee," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Modern Family," &lt;/span&gt;"Nurse Jackie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Collette, Edie Falco, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt;, Laura Linney, Lea Michele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series - Comedy or Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec Baldwin, Steve Carell, Thomas Jane, Matthew Morrison, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Parsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Series, Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Davis, Jane Lynch, Kelly Macdonald, Julia Stiles, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofia Vergara&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in a Series, Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Caan, Chris Colfer, Christ Noth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Stonestreet&lt;/span&gt;, David Strathairn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Screenplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Boyle and Simon Beaufoy, Lisa Cholodenko and Stuart Blumberg, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christopher Nolan&lt;/span&gt;, David Seidler, Aaron Sorkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Original Score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The King's Speech," "127 Hours," "Social Network," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Inception"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Original Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bound to You," ("Burlesque"), "Coming Home" ("Country Strong"), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I See The Light" ("Tangled"),&lt;/span&gt;"There's a Place for Us" ("Tangled"), "You Haven't Seen the Last of Me" ("Burlesque")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Animated Feature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despicable Me," "How to Train Your Dragon," "The Illusionist," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tangled,"&lt;/span&gt; "Toy Story 3"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek I wish them all the best of luck. Happy Golden Globes Day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7634620781972886215-6812983831311846635?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6812983831311846635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6812983831311846635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6812983831311846635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6812983831311846635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/g-is-for-golden-globe-2011-nomination.html' title='G is for Golden Globe 2011 Nomination Predictions'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2204798745723755200</id><published>2011-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:11:37.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Movie Review V</title><content type='html'>Ah, the first movie review of 2011. Tonight I saw Disney's newest animated flick, "&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810121160/details"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and absolutely LOVED it. Oh my gosh. Within the first minute of the movie, a character was already singing. From then on I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;I would adore it. And adore it I did. It took me back to some of my favorite Disney stories. There was even a scene that reminded me of a scene in "Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast." Everything about this movie made me smile. Mandy Moore has the perfect princess voice too, by the way. Ah, I want to see it again, but I'll just wait to buy it on DVD. I highly suggest you go see it, for I assure you that you won't be disappointed. Well, unless you are heartless and dead inside, but I doubt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. Another A+, Disney. Another A+.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTKmoZI0kWI/AAAAAAAABo8/GCYSgkMNb50/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTKmoZI0kWI/AAAAAAAABo8/GCYSgkMNb50/s320/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562691702628847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2204798745723755200?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2204798745723755200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2204798745723755200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2204798745723755200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2204798745723755200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-is-for-movie-review-v.html' title='M is for Movie Review V'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TTKmoZI0kWI/AAAAAAAABo8/GCYSgkMNb50/s72-c/Picture%2B6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-9221370757701339562</id><published>2011-01-15T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:51:03.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V is for Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xot3GqF6iis&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xot3GqF6iis&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="380" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found this quite interesting. The movies that have made me cry are as follows: The Time Traveler's Wife, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Dear John, (Pretty much any Nicholas Sparks movie, actually), Titanic (I don't cry anymore considering I have seen in 80 times and counting) and Forrest Gump. To sum that up: I cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/2757562132/oddlittlebunny-lynn-hirschbergs-screen-test"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-9221370757701339562?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/9221370757701339562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=9221370757701339562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/9221370757701339562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/9221370757701339562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/v-is-for-video_15.html' title='V is for Video'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8029208774685767785</id><published>2011-01-13T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:19:15.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>Tonight while I was babysitting, Ella asked me to read some of "&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0064400557"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" outloud. Now here's the thing, I haven't read that book since third grade. I remember it vividly though. We made spiderwebs using glue, string and wax paper, we sang songs about the book, etc. I loved every minute of it. So of course I was more than happy to read it to her. My favorite quote also happened to be the most confusing one. Once I was done reading the passage, Ella looks down at me (Literally, she was sitting on the bed) and goes "That was really confusing." Confusing. Yes. Interesting. Most definitely. I want to go rummage through all the crap in my closet and pull this book out again. It's a good read.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TS61IlwtNcI/AAAAAAAABo0/8NIMaJpNP5Q/s1600/CharlotteWeb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TS61IlwtNcI/AAAAAAAABo0/8NIMaJpNP5Q/s320/CharlotteWeb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561581749029123522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you mean less than nothing? I don't think there is any such thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, then nothing would not be nothing, it would be something - even though it's just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than &lt;/span&gt;it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is.&lt;/span&gt;" Oh, Wilbur. So deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8029208774685767785?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8029208774685767785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8029208774685767785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8029208774685767785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8029208774685767785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-charlottes-web.html' title='C is for Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TS61IlwtNcI/AAAAAAAABo0/8NIMaJpNP5Q/s72-c/CharlotteWeb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-9013232770624330741</id><published>2011-01-11T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:58:58.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Claire</title><content type='html'>Today I read somewhere, and by somewhere I mean on my string cheese wrapper, that goldfish have the memory span of only a few seconds. I think that is incorrect. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Claire has been lingering in the same spot(s) that Phil was floating after the, uh, incident. I think that is her way of mourning the loss of her soulmate. I really hope she lives forever. I want her at my wedding. Or at least at my birthday, for I'm 100% sure I will have a birthday in April, I'm not so sure about my wedding. But moral of that is that I never want Claire to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-9013232770624330741?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/9013232770624330741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=9013232770624330741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/9013232770624330741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/9013232770624330741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-claire_11.html' title='C is for Claire'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-149888767874683583</id><published>2011-01-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:52:39.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V is for Vivian Maier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSt_R3aDTNI/AAAAAAAABos/2spcsRsS8R8/s1600/57-440%252Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSt_R3aDTNI/AAAAAAAABos/2spcsRsS8R8/s320/57-440%252Bpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560678109826731218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photograph by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivian Maier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just discovered her and I suggest watching this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWEDOnBfDUI&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#%21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about her life and the discovery of her photographs. She was extremely talented. I hope her work gets chosen by a museum for I would most definitely like to see the rest of her photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://totes.tumblr.com/post/2686852826/3-3-3-gotagirlcrush-got-a-girl-crush-on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-149888767874683583?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/149888767874683583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=149888767874683583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/149888767874683583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/149888767874683583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/v-is-for-vivian-maier.html' title='V is for Vivian Maier'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSt_R3aDTNI/AAAAAAAABos/2spcsRsS8R8/s72-c/57-440%252Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-93823742305595961</id><published>2011-01-10T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:22:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Claire is a widow now :( R.I.P. Phil, you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-93823742305595961?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/93823742305595961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=93823742305595961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/93823742305595961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/93823742305595961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/r-is-for-rip_10.html' title='R is for R.I.P.'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4434944318329533829</id><published>2011-01-09T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T02:27:31.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSmNbUFzexI/AAAAAAAABok/t7STaKzFShY/s1600/tumblr_leq9s00NXL1qcg4f2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSmNbUFzexI/AAAAAAAABok/t7STaKzFShY/s320/tumblr_leq9s00NXL1qcg4f2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560130715354626834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/2666211038"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4434944318329533829?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4434944318329533829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4434944318329533829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4434944318329533829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4434944318329533829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-is-for-picture_09.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSmNbUFzexI/AAAAAAAABok/t7STaKzFShY/s72-c/tumblr_leq9s00NXL1qcg4f2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6446793433301648958</id><published>2011-01-08T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:40:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Claire &amp; Phil</title><content type='html'>I thoroughly apologize for the fact that I have yet to introduce you to Phil. Aka. My new fish and Claire's hubby. Because as of Tuesday, I am now the Mother to two fish instead of just one. He is a wonderful little guy. He has definitely made Claire a happier fish. Although, Claire kind of dominates in the relationship, due to her size and all, but they even each other out for the most part. I'm crossing my fingers that they will have babies. Preferably three. For then I will name them Haley, Luke and Alex. Whatever. And yes, if you were wondering, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; named after the "Modern Family" characters. I love them, okay? So cute. I love my fish family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSlmLRm7CUI/AAAAAAAABoc/bAqiOQwDh8U/s1600/Photo%2B630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSlmLRm7CUI/AAAAAAAABoc/bAqiOQwDh8U/s320/Photo%2B630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560087558856837442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6446793433301648958?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6446793433301648958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6446793433301648958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6446793433301648958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6446793433301648958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-claire-phil.html' title='C is for Claire &amp; Phil'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSlmLRm7CUI/AAAAAAAABoc/bAqiOQwDh8U/s72-c/Photo%2B630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3350529820731983499</id><published>2011-01-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:58:08.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Get published. I honestly don't care what gets published. Hell, I'd be  okay with someone publishing this, but I would prefer an actual fashion  piece. Whether it be in print or online, I can't tell you how excited I  would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to cross one thing off of my New Years Resolution list :) I'm so happy I actually (accidentally) started to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3350529820731983499?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3350529820731983499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3350529820731983499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3350529820731983499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3350529820731983499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-is-for-new-years-resolutions_06.html' title='N is for New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8701710303810551102</id><published>2011-01-06T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:21:08.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSZcRCL3E0I/AAAAAAAABoU/IOJ0KZj5agQ/s1600/tumblr_lemiv8qn6a1qenwoao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSZcRCL3E0I/AAAAAAAABoU/IOJ0KZj5agQ/s320/tumblr_lemiv8qn6a1qenwoao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559232237749605186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/2629083757/prettylittlegossipgleek-leighton-meester"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8701710303810551102?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8701710303810551102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8701710303810551102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8701710303810551102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8701710303810551102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSZcRCL3E0I/AAAAAAAABoU/IOJ0KZj5agQ/s72-c/tumblr_lemiv8qn6a1qenwoao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1402043923432506551</id><published>2011-01-06T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:13:27.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1402043923432506551?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1402043923432506551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1402043923432506551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1402043923432506551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1402043923432506551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3073822489162608089</id><published>2011-01-04T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:33:07.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I need to add another resolution to my previous &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-is-for-new-years-resolutions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011 New Years Resolution List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I decided that I want to take more pictures. This year I am going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;friend with the camera. I wanna capture my memories, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSLbBJZecuI/AAAAAAAABoM/D98Wbnou44I/s1600/tumblr_lbp8zbOALI1qcr2ego1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSLbBJZecuI/AAAAAAAABoM/D98Wbnou44I/s320/tumblr_lbp8zbOALI1qcr2ego1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558245702877737698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5992342"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3073822489162608089?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3073822489162608089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3073822489162608089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3073822489162608089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3073822489162608089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-is-for-new-years-resolutions_04.html' title='N is for New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSLbBJZecuI/AAAAAAAABoM/D98Wbnou44I/s72-c/tumblr_lbp8zbOALI1qcr2ego1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7971718537088238819</id><published>2011-01-02T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:53:59.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Claire</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Claire needs to do something other than a) Spazz out b) Spazz out more or c) Hide in the corners of her fishbowl. She kept swimming away for pictures, but without further ado, I would like to introduce you to Claire. Like, I don't know if she's scared of her reflection or if she's claustrophobic or what, but it's silly. And by silly, I mean frustrating. And by frustrating, I mean that I miss Chubby. I swear, if some man ever chooses to reproduce with me and I have more than one child with him, that could create some problems. My heart isn't big enough for two children. And by children, this time I mean fish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSGANjEVs8I/AAAAAAAABoE/59VRkE1L-cI/s1600/Photo%2B594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSGANjEVs8I/AAAAAAAABoE/59VRkE1L-cI/s320/Photo%2B594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557864385391997890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This defines our relationship so far. She hides and I wait for her to well, stop it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSGANdRov7I/AAAAAAAABn8/B74PbuzCoSE/s1600/Photo%2B593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSGANdRov7I/AAAAAAAABn8/B74PbuzCoSE/s320/Photo%2B593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557864383837159346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7971718537088238819?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7971718537088238819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7971718537088238819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7971718537088238819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7971718537088238819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-claire_02.html' title='C is for Claire'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSGANjEVs8I/AAAAAAAABoE/59VRkE1L-cI/s72-c/Photo%2B594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8680198619078533636</id><published>2011-01-02T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:37:38.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it is that time again. Time for my New Years Resolutions. Here are 11 things I hope to achieve in 2011. (One of them being learn how to spell 'achieve' and/or any other word with "ie" together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSFSHg0LOZI/AAAAAAAABn0/xQrzv6z1nuE/s1600/5311381383_9dd502f836_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSFSHg0LOZI/AAAAAAAABn0/xQrzv6z1nuE/s320/5311381383_9dd502f836_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557813704173238674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5941469"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Go out more. And I don't mean go out and party, I just want to spend more time with my friends. In 2010, I got extremely comfortable with being alone, which is now something I admire about myself, but now that I am confident in that sense, I want to see my friends more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Continue going to the gym at least 3 times a week. I know this is a cliche resolution, but in 2010 I actually went to the gym quite often. It was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep my 4.0 in school. I mean, please, I will, but I just thought I'd throw it on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet more people. If I meet more people (see resolution #1), maybe some of those people will ask me on dates. And it never hurts to have more friends. But I love my current friends, so I choose date, please. *cough* TTLB *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Find a job I love. Tomorrow (or sometime this week) I am going to head on over to South Coast Plaza in search for a job I will love. (Bloomingdale's, Henri Bendel, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Find an internship. This I will save for the summer, but I want an internship real dang bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Save money. I mean, I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get published. I honestly don't care what gets published. Hell, I'd be okay with someone publishing this, but I would prefer an actual fashion piece. Whether it be in print or online, I can't tell you how excited I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Meet Leighton Meester. No judgments! I WILL meet her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Travel. Not necessarily out of the country, but I want to go to San Francisco, San Diego, Palm Springs, Washington, New York and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Remain happy. I realized that 2010 was actually pretty dang great, so I hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all that said... Wish me luck. I'm sure I will update you (whoever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are) along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8680198619078533636?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8680198619078533636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8680198619078533636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8680198619078533636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8680198619078533636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-is-for-new-years-resolutions.html' title='N is for New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TSFSHg0LOZI/AAAAAAAABn0/xQrzv6z1nuE/s72-c/5311381383_9dd502f836_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7499418130962265720</id><published>2011-01-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:13:24.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Claire</title><content type='html'>Lauren bought me a new fish last night! Yes, it was soon (too soon) and no, she's not as fun as Chubby was,  but she's still a fish and she's still alive. At first I named her Blair, but I had to change it to Claire because I don't think I will ever be okay with saying "R.I.P. Blair" or "Blair died." It would be too tragic. Claire is cute, but she's kind of mellow and I think she may have epilepsy. She swims around viciously and then stops. It's weird. I can't explain it in a way that makes sense, my apologizes. You may get a picture of her sometime, but for now she's spazzing out once again. Oh, Claire. So silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7499418130962265720?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7499418130962265720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7499418130962265720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7499418130962265720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7499418130962265720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-is-for-claire.html' title='C is for Claire'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3266489282823163058</id><published>2011-01-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:06:56.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R is for R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Chubby died last night. Lil' guy ate himself to death and certainly lived up to his name. And yes, I held a service for him in the bathroom before sending him on his way. It was beautiful and quite emotional. R.I.P. Chubs, you'll be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3266489282823163058?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3266489282823163058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3266489282823163058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3266489282823163058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3266489282823163058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2011/01/r-is-for-rip.html' title='R is for R.I.P.'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1981260225486193211</id><published>2010-12-31T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:28:50.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2iNH_OHKI/AAAAAAAABnk/IKNCxkRGIyM/s1600/165102_486332463231_217106523231_5816225_2700270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2iNH_OHKI/AAAAAAAABnk/IKNCxkRGIyM/s320/165102_486332463231_217106523231_5816225_2700270_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556775861611273378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coco Rocha&lt;br /&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.facebook.com/cocorochaofficial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coco Rocha's Official Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1981260225486193211?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1981260225486193211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1981260225486193211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1981260225486193211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1981260225486193211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-is-for-picture_31.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2iNH_OHKI/AAAAAAAABnk/IKNCxkRGIyM/s72-c/165102_486332463231_217106523231_5816225_2700270_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-216900138204757816</id><published>2010-12-31T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:45:09.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Chubby</title><content type='html'>Chubby is making me nervous. He keeps lingering in the same place. But, thanks to my friend Tali and a blog devoted solely to goldfish, I learned that they do in fact sleep. They can't close their eyes, but they are alert at all times. That is somewhat comforting, but I decided to bring him to the floor with me so I can make sure he is okay. It's actually giving me heart attacks. Tapping his bowl everytime he rests is probably not the best, but I'm nervous!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2YB8WiykI/AAAAAAAABnc/7FxzPkIWx4U/s1600/Photo%2B597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2YB8WiykI/AAAAAAAABnc/7FxzPkIWx4U/s320/Photo%2B597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556764674393033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-216900138204757816?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/216900138204757816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=216900138204757816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/216900138204757816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/216900138204757816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-is-for-chubby_31.html' title='C is for Chubby'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TR2YB8WiykI/AAAAAAAABnc/7FxzPkIWx4U/s72-c/Photo%2B597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3175697959857619250</id><published>2010-12-29T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:00:38.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Chubby</title><content type='html'>I just got home, walked in the room and realized that Dobby has indeed passed. I almost burst into tears. No joke. I'm oddly attached to these little fishies. Chubby is alive, thank Jesus. But I kind of blame myself for Dobby's death. It's my fault for not feeding him dinner when I left, but Lauren's fault for naming him Dobby in the first place because, let's face it, Dobby wasn't very promising. Now I am sitting on the floor with Chubby praying like I have never prayed before that he will live forever. Everytime he stops moving, even if only to change direction, I freeze. Mm I'm THAT fish Mom now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRw79csxsqI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZlPFyZlo2So/s1600/Photo%2B591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRw79csxsqI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZlPFyZlo2So/s320/Photo%2B591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556381967130407586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3175697959857619250?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3175697959857619250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3175697959857619250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3175697959857619250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3175697959857619250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-is-for-chubby_29.html' title='C is for Chubby'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRw79csxsqI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZlPFyZlo2So/s72-c/Photo%2B591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7459713638662658385</id><published>2010-12-28T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:52:52.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Christmas 2010 in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpqNMtMzwI/AAAAAAAABnM/hYvTYZzrja0/s1600/DSC02994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpqNMtMzwI/AAAAAAAABnM/hYvTYZzrja0/s320/DSC02994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555869865296580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Cookies, Cousins &amp;amp; Christmas Sweaters&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdROIT0bI/AAAAAAAABm8/SZnQc96toTE/s1600/DSC02976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdROIT0bI/AAAAAAAABm8/SZnQc96toTE/s320/DSC02976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555855640747037106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQ33_YlI/AAAAAAAABm0/XKpEGUfzJDQ/s1600/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQ33_YlI/AAAAAAAABm0/XKpEGUfzJDQ/s320/DSC03035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555855634773008978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma! I'm not sure you know exactly how many cookies we made. Answer: A heck of a lot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQr5IdVI/AAAAAAAABms/ddO8BXwidaw/s1600/DSC03071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQr5IdVI/AAAAAAAABms/ddO8BXwidaw/s320/DSC03071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555855631556572498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE ice skating outside in LA. It's my favorite :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQbYfSZI/AAAAAAAABmk/KJqznlZSC6Y/s1600/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpdQbYfSZI/AAAAAAAABmk/KJqznlZSC6Y/s320/DSC03080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555855627124689298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-ice skating is never pretty. Never ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcBX24iWI/AAAAAAAABmc/4ECarBHs0oo/s1600/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcBX24iWI/AAAAAAAABmc/4ECarBHs0oo/s320/DSC03088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555854268968765794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Bette!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcA7bbD8I/AAAAAAAABmM/rGP3p3ID6p0/s1600/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcA7bbD8I/AAAAAAAABmM/rGP3p3ID6p0/s320/DSC03091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555854261337395138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcBLjgcuI/AAAAAAAABmU/MHK7OF75pN4/s1600/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcBLjgcuI/AAAAAAAABmU/MHK7OF75pN4/s320/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555854265666269922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Bette made us watch some Shambala music video. It was, well, yeah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcAvD9-kI/AAAAAAAABmE/B0LZB6wwhEY/s1600/DSC03159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcAvD9-kI/AAAAAAAABmE/B0LZB6wwhEY/s320/DSC03159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555854258017794626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matching ornaments. Cute, huh?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcAjk3-vI/AAAAAAAABl8/26yC_PWwtW0/s1600/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpcAjk3-vI/AAAAAAAABl8/26yC_PWwtW0/s320/DSC03153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555854254934588146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still can't believe Christmas is already over. Craziness, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7459713638662658385?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7459713638662658385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7459713638662658385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7459713638662658385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7459713638662658385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-is-for-christmas-2010-in-pictures.html' title='C is for Christmas 2010 in Pictures'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpqNMtMzwI/AAAAAAAABnM/hYvTYZzrja0/s72-c/DSC02994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-6673883414658774444</id><published>2010-12-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:49:47.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Today</title><content type='html'>Today whilst driving home, I spotted a trampoline on the side of the street near some trashcans. Today is trash day. I know what you're thinking, "Who would throw away a perfectly good trampoline?" Well, that's exactly what Lauren and I thought. So Laur got out of the car, opened the trunk, grabbed the trampoline and we drove off. I mean, it was meant to be thrown away! Now we have a trampoline and the neighbors have a clean driveway. You're welcome, neighbors. No judgment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpamHxJPSI/AAAAAAAABl0/ILtx1XHVMjM/s1600/165164_10150114746780844_789415843_7643839_6509641_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpamHxJPSI/AAAAAAAABl0/ILtx1XHVMjM/s320/165164_10150114746780844_789415843_7643839_6509641_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555852701281631522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-6673883414658774444?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/6673883414658774444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=6673883414658774444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6673883414658774444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/6673883414658774444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/t-is-for-today.html' title='T is for Today'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRpamHxJPSI/AAAAAAAABl0/ILtx1XHVMjM/s72-c/165164_10150114746780844_789415843_7643839_6509641_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-8564363109841495794</id><published>2010-12-28T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:30:59.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Chubby</title><content type='html'>Chubby is still alive, y'all! I missed him so much when I was gone. He is so cute, I love him. I love him a lot. Right now we both just finished dinner (I had Diet Coke and popcorn, Chubby had fish food) and we're hanging out on the floor watching "Friends." He's so great. I'm going to be devastated when he um, leaves us. But right now he is alive and well and that's all I care about!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRmgDQsRRgI/AAAAAAAABls/eB4XirXMaA0/s1600/Photo%2B590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRmgDQsRRgI/AAAAAAAABls/eB4XirXMaA0/s320/Photo%2B590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555647593218917890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-8564363109841495794?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/8564363109841495794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=8564363109841495794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8564363109841495794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/8564363109841495794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-is-for-chubby.html' title='C is for Chubby'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRmgDQsRRgI/AAAAAAAABls/eB4XirXMaA0/s72-c/Photo%2B590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3045849667157197586</id><published>2010-12-26T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:06:55.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is for It's A Boy!</title><content type='html'>At least, I think it's a boy. For argument's sake, let's pretend it is. Today, I bought a goldfish. His name is Chubby and I could not be more in love with him if I tried. We (Lauren and I) went to Petco to buy a fish for Ryan, but I fell in love with the cutest, fattest little fish and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to buy him. I also bought a glass fish bowl and some pretty blue gravel. Now I am sitting on the floor with my laptop and my fish. Chubby is kind of boring but he's alive and well and as a Mom, that's all I care about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRfmnziKDaI/AAAAAAAABlk/3o9mKsKyOaA/s1600/Photo%2B580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRfmnziKDaI/AAAAAAAABlk/3o9mKsKyOaA/s320/Photo%2B580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555162236907556258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRfmnlEb2gI/AAAAAAAABlc/R3It1xKEILQ/s1600/downsized_1226001623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRfmnlEb2gI/AAAAAAAABlc/R3It1xKEILQ/s320/downsized_1226001623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555162233024797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3045849667157197586?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3045849667157197586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3045849667157197586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3045849667157197586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3045849667157197586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-is-for-its-boy.html' title='I is for It&apos;s A Boy!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRfmnziKDaI/AAAAAAAABlk/3o9mKsKyOaA/s72-c/Photo%2B580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2744983530418155265</id><published>2010-12-24T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:41:15.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>I just spent a lovely Christmas Eve with my Daddy's side of the family (I got money for an iPhone. What what!) but now I am sitting on my laptop in the house I am housesitting at (for?) all alone. This is a strange year indeed. I still can't believe it's Christmas. I think I am going to rent a Christmasy movie on iTunes to help keep me company. But in the meantime, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRWCbJRHhgI/AAAAAAAABlM/Pq8bmaVM3SA/s1600/christmas%252Cpink%252Cpresents%252Cpretty-55fa22a7258fe2727619a41dce345958_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRWCbJRHhgI/AAAAAAAABlM/Pq8bmaVM3SA/s320/christmas%252Cpink%252Cpresents%252Cpretty-55fa22a7258fe2727619a41dce345958_h_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554489118287169026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2744983530418155265?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2744983530418155265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2744983530418155265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2744983530418155265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2744983530418155265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/m-is-for-merry-christmas-eve.html' title='M is for Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRWCbJRHhgI/AAAAAAAABlM/Pq8bmaVM3SA/s72-c/christmas%252Cpink%252Cpresents%252Cpretty-55fa22a7258fe2727619a41dce345958_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-3085973944753442056</id><published>2010-12-22T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:25:56.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Macaroons</title><content type='html'>Alright. I'll admit it. I am obsessed with macaroons. Obsessed. And yes, I'll admit that while I have only been given the opportunity to enjoy three macaroons (total) in my life, I still love them. They are delicious and heavenly. Honestly, I am convinced that in heaven, macaroons will just float down from the sky. Or something. I found out that there is a little French bakery in Irvine and ever since I made this discovery, I have had a ridiculous craving. Since it is POURING rain outside right now and I am housesitting (Oh, and the fact that it is midnight and I should be asleep) I cannot go out and get one, so I will just post pictures as sort of an ode to the macaroon I crave so much. I decided that I am going to get one tomorrow after work. Whatever. I deserve it, thank you very much. Yes, that is my plan. Tomorrow + Macaroons + Manicure - Work = Perfection. Unfortunately, I cannot subtract work from tomorrow's equation, but still.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1sYFFobI/AAAAAAAABlA/h6jXJ1fDqVk/s1600/tumblr_lbvwyauDls1qcg4f2o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1sYFFobI/AAAAAAAABlA/h6jXJ1fDqVk/s320/tumblr_lbvwyauDls1qcg4f2o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553419589507195314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1l5XEwsI/AAAAAAAABk4/p0XUNm3UiBs/s1600/tumblr_lciny9znLU1qapdzjo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1l5XEwsI/AAAAAAAABk4/p0XUNm3UiBs/s320/tumblr_lciny9znLU1qapdzjo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553419478181921474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lszHTSI/AAAAAAAABko/04y38Mdj8V4/s1600/tumblr_lbzbk7rbXn1qceio9o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lszHTSI/AAAAAAAABko/04y38Mdj8V4/s320/tumblr_lbzbk7rbXn1qceio9o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553419474809867554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lTyolsI/AAAAAAAABkg/woV0ET9pa8M/s1600/tumblr_lb6aezuVBl1qcg4f2o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lTyolsI/AAAAAAAABkg/woV0ET9pa8M/s320/tumblr_lb6aezuVBl1qcg4f2o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553419468096968386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lPcI5xI/AAAAAAAABkY/s2VxUSJ0Pqk/s1600/tumblr_law6npj0TA1qzkfbpo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1lPcI5xI/AAAAAAAABkY/s2VxUSJ0Pqk/s320/tumblr_law6npj0TA1qzkfbpo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553419466928875282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-3085973944753442056?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/3085973944753442056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=3085973944753442056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3085973944753442056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/3085973944753442056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/m-is-for-macaroons.html' title='M is for Macaroons'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRG1sYFFobI/AAAAAAAABlA/h6jXJ1fDqVk/s72-c/tumblr_lbvwyauDls1qcg4f2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4031605559612708117</id><published>2010-12-10T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:14:36.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I just managed to put my favorite ornament on my Christmas tree without bursting into sentimental tears. I'm all grown up :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKYMPh5KtI/AAAAAAAABkQ/fnXW14zwd0c/s1600/155717_10150104115380844_789415843_7464429_428870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKYMPh5KtI/AAAAAAAABkQ/fnXW14zwd0c/s320/155717_10150104115380844_789415843_7464429_428870_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549165026968414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4031605559612708117?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4031605559612708117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4031605559612708117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4031605559612708117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4031605559612708117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/c-is-for-christmas.html' title='C is for Christmas'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKYMPh5KtI/AAAAAAAABkQ/fnXW14zwd0c/s72-c/155717_10150104115380844_789415843_7464429_428870_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5896843266153753925</id><published>2010-12-10T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:47:38.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is for I Love...</title><content type='html'>I love that this is the last page of my 6 page paper on the evolution of the bra for Modern History of Fashion. Oh, school. You are so silly, I love you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKR3PfKmeI/AAAAAAAABkI/pVrid1GNonw/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKR3PfKmeI/AAAAAAAABkI/pVrid1GNonw/s320/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549158069109955042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5896843266153753925?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5896843266153753925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5896843266153753925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5896843266153753925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5896843266153753925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-is-for-i-love.html' title='I is for I Love...'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQKR3PfKmeI/AAAAAAAABkI/pVrid1GNonw/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2431423729798695657</id><published>2010-12-09T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:34:33.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Thanks a Latte</title><content type='html'>Oh dear. Today I was THAT customer who walks back into Starbucks and asks them to remake her drink. I'm sorry, Taylor the Latte Boy. Please don't hate me. I still want to date you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2431423729798695657?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2431423729798695657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2431423729798695657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2431423729798695657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2431423729798695657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/t-is-for-thanks-latte.html' title='T is for Thanks a Latte'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7805225027406897636</id><published>2010-12-08T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:57:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQB9v4cHQ7I/AAAAAAAABkA/dl6H25Hq89E/s1600/tumblr_ld1ocjsuhp1qzv4vto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQB9v4cHQ7I/AAAAAAAABkA/dl6H25Hq89E/s320/tumblr_ld1ocjsuhp1qzv4vto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548573002478076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7805225027406897636?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7805225027406897636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7805225027406897636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7805225027406897636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7805225027406897636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TQB9v4cHQ7I/AAAAAAAABkA/dl6H25Hq89E/s72-c/tumblr_ld1ocjsuhp1qzv4vto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-84399630811222404</id><published>2010-12-01T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:18:17.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for London in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRbrs6SNp1I/AAAAAAAABlU/jZQb1B0A_-8/s1600/scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRbrs6SNp1I/AAAAAAAABlU/jZQb1B0A_-8/s320/scaled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554886347200505682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2ZSWEkcI/AAAAAAAABjI/UxqrjCbwN0w/s1600/IMG00018-20101126-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2ZSWEkcI/AAAAAAAABjI/UxqrjCbwN0w/s320/IMG00018-20101126-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545961274179097026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving dinner with the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2ZP2dWsI/AAAAAAAABjA/SlfjZ0EsDfg/s1600/IMG00017-20101125-2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2ZP2dWsI/AAAAAAAABjA/SlfjZ0EsDfg/s320/IMG00017-20101125-2340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545961273509632706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sending Laur Thanksgiving/London pictures via e-mail. Well, that and I just wanted to show someone my slippers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2Y6gyXkI/AAAAAAAABi4/V0yZefDB6W8/s1600/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2Y6gyXkI/AAAAAAAABi4/V0yZefDB6W8/s320/DSC02819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545961267781590594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2YnrU-lI/AAAAAAAABiw/j8_Zz9k59uI/s1600/150236_10150103607959924_731289923_7478539_6402857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc2YnrU-lI/AAAAAAAABiw/j8_Zz9k59uI/s320/150236_10150103607959924_731289923_7478539_6402857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545961262725528146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1wCf1igI/AAAAAAAABio/xhc7w_aZJeM/s1600/76107_10150103608314924_731289923_7478547_5061117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1wCf1igI/AAAAAAAABio/xhc7w_aZJeM/s320/76107_10150103608314924_731289923_7478547_5061117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545960565550451202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vxLqmPI/AAAAAAAABig/khwPGFsS2vY/s1600/162898_10150103608689924_731289923_7478553_3565652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vxLqmPI/AAAAAAAABig/khwPGFsS2vY/s320/162898_10150103608689924_731289923_7478553_3565652_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545960560902445298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vd6X52I/AAAAAAAABiQ/lLanyhhL-JE/s1600/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vd6X52I/AAAAAAAABiQ/lLanyhhL-JE/s320/DSC02834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545960555729643362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vj6REUI/AAAAAAAABiY/iO9re9CVyvo/s1600/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vj6REUI/AAAAAAAABiY/iO9re9CVyvo/s320/DSC02833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545960557339808066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vcrS64I/AAAAAAAABiI/-SYqMFBZDVc/s1600/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPc1vcrS64I/AAAAAAAABiI/-SYqMFBZDVc/s320/DSC02836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545960555397966722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-84399630811222404?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/84399630811222404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=84399630811222404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/84399630811222404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/84399630811222404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/l-is-for-london-in-pictures.html' title='L is for London in Pictures'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TRbrs6SNp1I/AAAAAAAABlU/jZQb1B0A_-8/s72-c/scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4613702437005371916</id><published>2010-12-01T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:11:10.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L is for London in Words</title><content type='html'>So, as you know, I went to London last week to visit my best friend. I left on Tuesday night and flew home on Sunday. And here's my story... (Oh, Ali and I seriously suck at taking pictures together which is really sad for our sake, and my story's sake, but I'll just use really descriptive words. Deal?) I am going to do this day by day, so you get the true effect or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'd like to tell you about how great my flight from LAX to Heathrow was. I walk onto the plane to my seat (55D) and see a guy sitting three seats away from me. He's sitting there with his fingers crossed and my first thought was "Oh gosh, is he really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;nervous?" I smiled at him and sat down. Turns out, he was crossing his fingers hoping no one would sit in the two seats between us. No one did. So I got to put my feet up and be all comfortable. It was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;London!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I made it all by myself! I was really proud. That is, until my suitcase broke. Just my luck, right? Right. I was rolling my suitcase down some stairs with my HUGE cheetah purse on it and the handle just snapped right off. I was pissed to say the least. And to top that all off, I was running (Well, waddling, I guess) through Heathrow airport with a broken suitcase, a bag that weighed as much as a five year old child, a scarf, sweatshirt, cheetah jacket and boots on. My phone battery was dying and I was almost in a panic. Luckily a nice British lady helped me out. I was able to contact Ali and all was right with the world again. We got a ticket for the tube and were on our way. After about 45 minutes, we made it to our hotel, which by the way, was gorgeous. We got ready and went out for dinner and saw "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1." The most amazing part about the whole experience was the fact that once we walked outside, we were in Piccadilly Circle which was a setting in the film. It was wonderful. Oh yeah, and did I mention that the seats in the theatre were completely covered in cheetah print?! It matched my jacket and warmed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving! We went shopping and ate and then shopped a little bit more. They have wonderful shopping, fyi. More than half of the stores have more than one story. It's amazing. I was a little bit tired, but it was still quite lovely. Then we had a Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, Ali somehow found a restaurant that served Thanksgiving dinner. It was really yummy, but a little bittersweet due to the fact that we both missed our families. At least we had each other though! After dinner we talked to her family on Skype. They put us up on their TV screen. It was a little uncomfortable, but I love her family, so that made it all better. Then we watched a couple Thanksgiving episodes of "Friends." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and went to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.thewolseley.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wolseley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for breakfast. Aka. One of the most wonderful restaurants ever. It kind of reminded me of the place the "Gossip Girl" kids threw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;brunch in the first season. And to top it all off, Ali and I thought we saw someone famous. Turns out, it wasn't who we thought, but it was a group of 3 women with papers that had Vogue Paris headers. Um, dream job? Yes, yes it is. I want to go to The Wolseley and talk about the new issue of Vogue! Someday. Then we went to Buckingham Palace. It was real dang pretty. I want to be a Princess (Or the Queen!) for a day. I want to go all Grace Kelly and then they'll write books about me and I'll be on a stamp. Unfortunately, I don't know any royalty. Yet. Then we did some more shopping and I was introduced to Harrod's. Oh. My. Shopping. It was THE most wonderful place I have ever visited. Ever. You can literally buy everything there. Everything. From designer gowns to macaroons (They have their own grocery store and restaurants. Yeah, plural.) to pet supplies. I bought Chanel nail polish and tasted my first macaroon. I felt very Blair Waldorf at that moment. Then we did more shopping and went back to the hotel and watched "East Enders." It's my new favorite British soap opera. Kind of obsessed. Then after a little accidental nap, we went ice skating! Not many people know this about me, but I am in love with ice skating. Ali, however, not so much. I held on to her arm and promised she wouldn't fall. And she didn't fall! Unfortunately, I did fall, but that was because some guy behind me thought it would be fun to speed around the small ice rink. Yeah, not so much. I think my favorite part about the whole thing was the place we were at... Winter Wonderland. It looked like Christmas threw up on the OC Fair. It was amazing! I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I loved Saturday. We did some sightseeing and then went to the Design Museum. It was a little bit fantastic. We saw original artwork from Vogue in the 1930s. There is a happy feeling I get in the fashion section of my heart and that happy feeling was ridiculous. I love fashion. I love the 1920s, 1930s, etc. It was wonderful. Then we went to the Somerset House for a Dior Exhibit. Again, my fashion loving heart was full of love. We then walked up to the roof where Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. had set up a small store (We bought candy canes) and a skating rink. They even had a Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. themed tree. I felt so Christmasy. It was brilliant. Then we walked around some place that looked very Londony and shopped some more. Then we got linner (Yes, I just combined lunch and dinner. Don't judge me!) at Wagamama and I only include that because it was so delicious. Then we went and saw "Phantom of the Opera," which was amazing, by the way! After that we went and got some pizza, in order to stop ourselves from trying to sing opera. Then we just ran around a little bit and took pictures because we didn't take many pictures because well, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad day. Bad day. We get all packed up and Ali drops me off at the airport :( Now, my friends, this was when it got real dang ugly. I know my way around LAX, but Heathrow? Not so much. Now, I am going to paint you a picture: Erin in a cheetah jacket, sweatshirt, boots and a scarf. (I add this because the heat of my piled on clothes was not helping my situation). I had my broken suitcase dragging alongside me, my heavy cheetah purse on my arm and a bag of four British magazines with four Harry Potter (British version) books. Then I thought it would be a good idea to get a hot coffee from Starbucks. Not such a good idea. I struggled, people said things about me really loud like "Oh, poor girl." So, the had pity for me, but they didn't help me. Thanks, guys. Then, while I am waiting to get onto my plane, I look up and overhear one of THE funniest conversations ever. Guy: "It's weird." Girl: "What's weird?" Guy: "Love..." Me: *Eye roll and slight laugh* Girl: "Yeah, blah blah blah." Then Guy went off on how great the two of them are together. Girl then proceeds to tell him how the amount of bad times they've spent together can fit on the head of the pin or something really stupid. I couldn't believe it was happening. It's things like this that have made me so cynical when it comes to "love." See? I am so cynical that I put quotations around the word. Gosh. Anyway, somehow, I manage to make it onto my plane and oh, hey! There are too many people next to me, my arms hurt from holding a crap load of well, crap and there are two babies on board. Dumb. It's one of those things where you don't want to go home, but now that you've packed and such, you just want to go. You know? I really didn't want to go home though, I really like London and it just started snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my heinous trip home, I really did have a seriously wonderful time :) I can't stop talking in a British accent. Cheers! Now I will post a picture post because I don't think it will let me post pictures with all this text. Now I miss London and Ali :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4613702437005371916?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4613702437005371916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4613702437005371916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4613702437005371916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4613702437005371916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/12/l-is-for-london.html' title='L is for London in Words'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4277132951636443915</id><published>2010-11-29T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:16:54.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for TTLB</title><content type='html'>Oh, I had this whole post-London conversation played out in my head and it did not go as well as planned. Sad day for Erin. At least I have about two hours until class and I am pretty sure he will be here until then, so maybe I can redeem myself. Eye contact has been lovely so far though, so fingers crossed! Although, he did have to question me when it came to my name. What to do, guys? What to do? I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God he never sees this. You know, when we're dating and such ;) Oh Lord. I need to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4277132951636443915?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4277132951636443915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4277132951636443915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4277132951636443915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4277132951636443915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/t-is-for-ttlb_29.html' title='T is for TTLB'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-1648333267191154635</id><published>2010-11-29T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:15:11.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F is for Fashion Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>Today in Textiles class, we had to attempt to drape different fabrics on dress forms and a girl in our class pointed to the dress form and went "What is this?" My teacher looked at her puzzled and went "It's a dress form... What major are you?" Unfortunately the girl answered "Design." Uh, what now? A fashion design major doesn't know what a dress form is? Shocking. Just. Shocking. I looked at Sarah (My school friend) and made a look of complete and utter shock. SHOCK. Good luck in the future, girl. Just in case you are in the same boat as the girl, a dress form is that body without a head, as seen on "Project Runway" that fashion designers make their clothes on. But I am sure you already knew that because you are a smart cookie and she is, well... You know.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPPtbtN76rI/AAAAAAAABiA/UoXEVqvST4g/s1600/tumblr_kz6tnmCFIy1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPPtbtN76rI/AAAAAAAABiA/UoXEVqvST4g/s320/tumblr_kz6tnmCFIy1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545036626473511602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-1648333267191154635?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/1648333267191154635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=1648333267191154635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1648333267191154635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/1648333267191154635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-is-for-fashion-uh-oh.html' title='F is for Fashion Uh Oh'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TPPtbtN76rI/AAAAAAAABiA/UoXEVqvST4g/s72-c/tumblr_kz6tnmCFIy1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-494879272382383002</id><published>2010-11-22T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:32:06.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 is for 25 Hours!</title><content type='html'>In 25 hours, I will be boarding my plane for London. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Now, I must survive those 21 hours leading up to my trip to LAX. Wish me luck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TOsZgk40CmI/AAAAAAAABh4/HrpycstTBus/s1600/tumblr_l2mrhcE6AT1qa78bho1_r2_500_large-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TOsZgk40CmI/AAAAAAAABh4/HrpycstTBus/s320/tumblr_l2mrhcE6AT1qa78bho1_r2_500_large-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542551813858003554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-494879272382383002?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/494879272382383002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=494879272382383002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/494879272382383002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/494879272382383002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/25-is-for-25-hours.html' title='25 is for 25 Hours!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TOsZgk40CmI/AAAAAAAABh4/HrpycstTBus/s72-c/tumblr_l2mrhcE6AT1qa78bho1_r2_500_large-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-5872001101609987778</id><published>2010-11-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:51:06.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q is for Quote</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesbian Mario Brothers!… That is the most  unflattering item of clothing I have EVER seen you wear. And I’m  including 2008’s turtleneck with smiley faces vest&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Jack Donaghy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-5872001101609987778?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/5872001101609987778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=5872001101609987778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5872001101609987778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/5872001101609987778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/q-is-for-quote.html' title='Q is for Quote'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-7959849009217344774</id><published>2010-11-11T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:17:59.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S is for Say Hello To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNx5nWJwOmI/AAAAAAAABhw/ytayMyPFokw/s1600/Photo%2B566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNx5nWJwOmI/AAAAAAAABhw/ytayMyPFokw/s320/Photo%2B566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538435358627215970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to my babygirl. She's so soft and warm and Taylor (The Latte Boy) commented on it's wonderful qualities. This coat may or may not be good luck. I'm convinced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-7959849009217344774?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/7959849009217344774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=7959849009217344774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7959849009217344774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/7959849009217344774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-is-for-say-hello-to.html' title='S is for Say Hello To...'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNx5nWJwOmI/AAAAAAAABhw/ytayMyPFokw/s72-c/Photo%2B566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2541487640335390002</id><published>2010-11-10T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:43:40.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F is for Fashion Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNtYGvFp5QI/AAAAAAAABho/DcKEqDxad7U/s1600/tumblr_lbkwx8wRZD1qavji1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNtYGvFp5QI/AAAAAAAABho/DcKEqDxad7U/s320/tumblr_lbkwx8wRZD1qavji1o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538117039524799746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean, if you have nothing to do, you should just travel on over to my fashion bloggy blog.&lt;br /&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://becausetherestofushavetolookatyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion According to Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2541487640335390002?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2541487640335390002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2541487640335390002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2541487640335390002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2541487640335390002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-is-for-fashion-blog.html' title='F is for Fashion Blog'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNtYGvFp5QI/AAAAAAAABho/DcKEqDxad7U/s72-c/tumblr_lbkwx8wRZD1qavji1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-4940617298405113670</id><published>2010-11-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:51:00.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for Woo!</title><content type='html'>My Starbucks boyfriend redeemed himself today. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-4940617298405113670?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/4940617298405113670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=4940617298405113670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4940617298405113670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/4940617298405113670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/w-is-for-woo.html' title='W is for Woo!'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2907330234694990907</id><published>2010-11-08T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:32:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is for Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNjAxta10uI/AAAAAAAABhg/5QAYnoqWN2o/s1600/tumblr_lbfzdePUpY1qahqyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNjAxta10uI/AAAAAAAABhg/5QAYnoqWN2o/s320/tumblr_lbfzdePUpY1qahqyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537387702090322658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Via &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://erinmichelleb.tumblr.com/post/1521202258"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-2907330234694990907?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/2907330234694990907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=2907330234694990907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2907330234694990907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/2907330234694990907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/p-is-for-picture.html' title='P is for Picture'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNjAxta10uI/AAAAAAAABhg/5QAYnoqWN2o/s72-c/tumblr_lbfzdePUpY1qahqyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-344560930845791624</id><published>2010-11-08T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:50:49.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Midterm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNi2-WZkK0I/AAAAAAAABhY/Z1wAIJFzz7g/s1600/Picture%2B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNi2-WZkK0I/AAAAAAAABhY/Z1wAIJFzz7g/s320/Picture%2B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537376924132977474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! So excited :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7634620781972886215-344560930845791624?l=missbradyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/feeds/344560930845791624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7634620781972886215&amp;postID=344560930845791624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/344560930845791624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7634620781972886215/posts/default/344560930845791624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbradyface.blogspot.com/2010/11/m-is-for-midterm.html' title='M is for Midterm'/><author><name>Erin Brady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01564217202043302977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/S0zuHmlfuQI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3wppPSsqf_c/S220/Picture+9.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuGA0OkkVJY/TNi2-WZkK0I/AAAAAAAABhY/Z1wAIJFzz7g/s72-c/Picture%2B9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634620781972886215.post-2941610434891912886</id><published>2010-11-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:49:48.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N is for November 8, 2010</title><content type='html'>For the sake of this blog and the real latte boy, I am going to refer to my Starbucks pretend boyfriend as Taylor. As in "Taylor the Latte Boy." Although, if I am being honest, it should be "Taylor the White Chocolate Mocha Boy," but that doesn't flow as well. Anyway, today I had a slight panic attack between my morning class and my afternoon class. I forgot to write a Letter to the Editor for my Journalism class. I know, right? I am on the President's List for my school and I forget to do an assignment? Shameful. So, being the intelligent girl I am, I also forgot my laptop this morning making this ever so difficult. So, I run to the computer lab only to find the door shut and the room full of students. Then I run to the next building, squeeze through people only to figure out that the computer won't let me use the Internet. I log off and try to log back on and realize that I don't know the password. I turn to the kid next to me to see if he knows the password, but he is looking at pictures of Pokemon characters. Oh, how I wish that was a joke... Still panicking, I call my Mom to tell her I need to write a paper and e-mail it to her so that she can put it on a Word document to send back to me. I am such a difficult child, I know. So in my third act of desperation, I drive to Starbucks in order to get onto the Internet via my iPod Touch. By this time, I am super stressed out with only an hour until my class. I walk into Starbucks and immediately see Taylor behind the counter. Lovely. I am a mess and my outfit is not doing me justice today. Coco Chanel would be ashamed because she always taught me that "...it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny." Unfortunately, I was not my prettiest. Just my luck. I make eye contact with Taylor and the unimaginable happens... He messes up my name. He called me Emily. I'm sorry, but who the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell &lt;/span&gt;is Emily? I guess I should re-wind 10 seconds and go over our conversation. Taylor: "Hi. Emily, right?" Me: "Oh, no. It's Erin." Taylor: "Gosh, I'll get it right eventually." Me: "Ha yeah, eventually." (I am sure he could hear the shattering of my heart by that point). He then proceeds to ask me how I am and I tell him that I forgot to do an assignment due in an hour. He proceeds to say more things but I am too stressed out and a little hurt. I swear, if he wasn't so good looking, I would probably hate him. So that was just the whip cream on top of a stupid day. Whip cream you ask? Yes, for the cherry on top of my stupid day was the fact that the letter wasn't even due today. I just... 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