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term='Football'/><category term='Ireland'/><category term='Hello Kitty'/><title type='text'>shaylahfawn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2590212757455264254</id><published>2011-11-25T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:13:29.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://amaderbangladesh.com/magazine-program/Contest_And_Competition/Channel_I_Top_Model_2011/Channel_I_Top_Model_2011_Episode_02?l=7&amp;amp;img=default.jpg&amp;amp;it=dir" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, the fashion designer Anand Jon was charged with six felony by the office of Los Angeles County District Attorney. He faces allegations of vulgar acts a minor and rape of multiple victims he allegedly committed between October 2004 and March 5, 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://media.ign.com/thumb/289/2895026/americas-next-top-model-season-12-20090616022808366_thumb_ign.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jon, a 33-year-old Indian-born fashion designer, has made numerous appearances on Top Model reality show following the United States. Known to adopt modern technology in their designs, it has been established as the only designer who so admired a number of famous celebrities and icons such as Paris Hilton, Princess Olivia de Burbon, Gloria Estefan, Alanis Morissette, Janet Jackson, Mary J. Blige, Michelle Rodriguez, Tara Reid and the Al Saud royal family just to name a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://americas-next-top-model.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ameicas-top-model4.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their frequent participation in America's Next Top Model show has been added positive exposure for the designer well established. However, with the charges currently facing, no amount of advertising America's Next Top Model was acquitted of noise about his accusations. If proven guilty, Jon could be sentenced for life. His bail is set at $ 1.3 million. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://www.thequestforit.com/the_quest_for_it/images/2007/05/19/americas_next_top_model_jaslene_gon.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In addition, the sex charges are not the only news buzz following fashion designer. Apparently, your eligibility to work in the United States is also in question. Though his lawyer argues that arrived in the U.S. with a professional work visa, the Immigration Service people have already included Jon in their watch list.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/69580838/America__s_Next_Top_Model_by_Alice_Hale.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And despite the formal complaint against him, he is adamant in his refusal, saying his firm respect for women. In fact, his attorney explained that Jon is in a difficult position of being surrounded by many women who aspire to do something big in the industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" src="http://media.ignimgs.com/media/thumb/251/2517294/americas-next-top-model-20080817020919258_thumb_ign.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It also highlights the high probability that these women make "false allegations" against his client. His first hearing is scheduled for April 4, 2007.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2590212757455264254?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2590212757455264254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2590212757455264254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/americas-next-top-model-designer.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model Designer Charged With Sexual Assault'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-9160807536599087985</id><published>2011-11-25T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:55:53.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review of American&apos;s Next Top Model'/><title type='text'>Review of American's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19000000/America-s-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-16-americas-next-top-model-19013303-400-500.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extraordinary supermodel Tyra Banks created the concept of professional competence of the first model of television, America's Next Top Model (ANTM) in 2002. The show first aired in May 2003 and has remained higher rating UPN programs. There is much at stake for each season, all groups of female contestants as they compete for a $ 100,000 modeling contract with cosmetics giant Cover Girl, professional representation by Elite Model Ford, and a range of career changes in a major fashion magazine like Elle or Vogue. Next Top Model America just saw season 7 (called cycles) and has enjoyed a wide range of impressive judges, including the famous model Twiggy in 1960, the first supermodel Janice Dickinson (who now has his own model of competition called Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency), Nigel Barker (ex-model turned fashion photographer), the track coach J. Alexander and Tyra's friend and stylist Jay Manuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://www.fashion-res.com/EX/10-10-01/top-model-01-2008-05-14.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The number of participants varies from ten to fourteen women who are between the ages of 18 and 26. Each participant comes to the fair with its own look and unique style, but Tyra quickly develops a new radical image change for each contestant. Competitors quickly became more and taking into account the brand new haircuts, hair color, makeup and new looks, often against their will. Each contestant is then moved into a house or apartment that has been designed and developed to resemble the home of a fashion model. The girls meet with peers, and often struggles to develop explosive and dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://www.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Americas-Next-Top-Model-Winner-Ann-02-2010-12-01.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each episode of America's Next Top Model hopefuls set the model in a difficult shoot, many of which occur outside of the extreme elements or frightening feature stunts with animals or insects. It is the job of the contestants to look both beautiful and safe, and also to maintain a professional attitude, regardless of the stress of the situation. Apart from the photo sessions, contestants also sent to "test" for employment and contracts to other powerful industry professionals such as designers and agents. Competition for these jobs is intense, and is part of the challenge is to see how strong the contestants remain under the bright lights of the fashion world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://images.starpulse.com/news/bloggers/8/blog_images/americas-next-top-model-23.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The public expects the international component of each cycle when Tyra announces the girls to pack immediately for a trip abroad unannounced to experience the world of fashion in another city in the fashion forward. Cities that have visited models include Paris, London, Tokyo and Barcelona. International competition is the most difficult, as the models struggle to get jobs and complete photo shoots in a strange country with little or no facility with language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4sZjoHDjl4/TTLscKkEK2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kXeRzxOTc18/s1600/America-s-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-15-Rodeo-Drive-Photoshoot-americas-next-top-model-16157118-333-500.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually one of the contestants is eliminated after each episode, and the removal is decided by the jury which is led by Tyra Banks. Each judge of views shoot the best pictures of each contestant and evaluates the shots to the head and body for balance, commercial and fashion appeal and pure aesthetic value. In each elimination, Tyra Banks delivers the news with compassion and sometimes harsh reminders of how difficult it is to stay in the business of modeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://americas-next-top-model.download-tvshows.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/america-top-model-cycle11.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last contestant remaining becomes America's Next Top Model and will have support and participate in numerous events in the fashion industry worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Review of American's Next Top Model" src="http://media33.onsugar.com/files/users/1/16245/44_2007/antm.large/i/Americas-Next-Top-Model-Catch-Up-Quiz.jpg" title="Review of American's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-9160807536599087985?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9160807536599087985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9160807536599087985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/review-of-americans-next-top-model.html' title='Review of American&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c4sZjoHDjl4/TTLscKkEK2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/kXeRzxOTc18/s72-c/America-s-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-15-Rodeo-Drive-Photoshoot-americas-next-top-model-16157118-333-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8979319290651026505</id><published>2011-11-25T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:18:28.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Audition for America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><title type='text'>How to Audition for America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://img.phombo.com/img1/photocombo/5302/50_Australias_Next_Top_Model_Wallpapers_1280_X_800-8.jpg_45.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the U.S. Top Model auditions is one of the most popular shows currently on television stations. The show is hosted by Tyra Banks and is intended to search for models of film, begins stars of film and television. Search for 2010 was completed in April 2010, and the contestants are waiting with anticipation high for the big show is coming. Tyra is a model of itself, therefore, it takes talent to impress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oRhNCEWuipU/TN5jlv9DHvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SncxIxq60XQ/s1600/507445-top-model.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are plenty of people looking for an opportunity to participate in the following U.S. model top free auditions, and everyone is anticipating out winners. At the moment, there are over 100,000 contestants trying to make their way to the top of the series. The statement of participation in the contest can be said to be done. If you are pointing to a space at the hearing, then you should be ready to cut throat competition. The following are some essential tips you can follow when it comes to competing in contests for you to reach the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://www.telecast4u.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/americas-next-top-model-cycle-11-14.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking to participate in the following U.S. model top free auditions, you need to know that the shows are held in convention centers or malls at times. The shows are from 10am to 3pm. There are some guidelines that have been established for the program to follow. Participants are supposed to observe the guidelines governing the program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16300000/America-s-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-15-Iconic-Fashion-Designers-Photoshoot-americas-next-top-model-16311677-333-500.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The judges of Americas Next Top Model auditions are actually the show's producers. That means you'll be well informed about the guidelines stipulated by the program. The non-compliance will have expelled despite his talent wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://vogueworld.blogetery.com/files/2010/09/Americas-Next-Top-Model.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For you to participate in the program there are some basic requirements a candidate must achieve. One of the main requirements is to be a U.S. citizen. However, if you have been involved in professional modeling for over 5 years, then you can not take part in the contest. Candidates must also have a height of 5'7''pies or more. It should also be between the ages of 18 and 27 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/realitytv/1/0/l/U/TopModelLisaGallery4.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a misconception among many people trying to enter the United States open auditions next higher model, provided they have the skills that are good to go. This show is looking for the top model with all the necessary skills. Not only the beauty, movement and great talent in your category are required, but also intelligence. You have to be very complete for you to reach the top. Look for intelligence and articulacy to stand out from the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/749/749866/americas-next-top-model-season-7-20061207044256251.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past, modeling is about having a good plastic face with a sleek body. For now, Americas top model auditions are open to people with good academic records, the organs of grace, and intelligence files, and sports. If you go to this show, since only think you're hot, you could be stepping n the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/top-model-fabio-turini.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, avoid appearing too confident. Many of the models that have reached the top are mostly single women with humble origins, but the relentless determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14SBTr8fquk/TOEd47M4tqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hPx92Lw82fg/s400/americas-next-top-model-cycle-10-katarzyna.jpg" title="How to Audition for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For advice and information regarding U.S. next top model auditions? You can join our site to find thousands of opportunities for America's Next Top Model holding auditions for Season 17&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8979319290651026505?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8979319290651026505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8979319290651026505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-audition-for-americas-next-top.html' title='How to Audition for America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oRhNCEWuipU/TN5jlv9DHvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SncxIxq60XQ/s72-c/507445-top-model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8833374366163289983</id><published>2011-11-24T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:23:49.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freshman Auditions for America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><title type='text'>Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/ANTM-america-27s-next-top-model-35804_1024_768.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Freshman auditioning for America's Next Top Model are mostly in universities and colleges across America. In previous cycles, students in many universities as Brown, Harvard and MIT have appeared in the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://www.tvguide.com/images/pgimg/americas-top-model10260.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;College students can participate in the program, provided they are 18 years or older and meet all other eligibility requirements. These include the fact that participants must be physically and mentally healthy. They must not have participated in a modeling job participating in a national campaign in the last two years. Freshman auditioning for the next Top Model in America are open only to U.S. citizens living in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEsYaTTZxCo/TGFyByVfbZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NvIsJKfOOSY/s1600/ANTM-america-27s-next-top-model-40987_900_675.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hundreds of girls are open calls for auditions for freshmen of America's Next Top Model. If you want to audition, you need to know about the date, time and venue of auditions in advance. On the day of the auditions, go to the place early. These hearings usually have a very long tail, which operate on a first come, first save basis. You need to be comfortable shoes because of the amount of time you will spend on hold. However, bring a pair of heels you can walk in, and you have to do a gateway to the casting directors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://cache.blippitt.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/americas_next_top_model.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have not filed your completed application in advance, you have to take with you and present it during the first year of auditions for the next Top Model in America. Be sure to answer all questions on the application form, include your videotape of three minutes and copies of all necessary accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCh-gAJte7Y/SvDqtdLlCwI/AAAAAAAADVo/sPLK0wiETlQ/s400/America%E2%80%99s+Next+Top+Model+Season+13+Episode+10.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the auditions, he was asked to talk about himself and to make a style on the catwalk. Be confident and keep your foot as natural as possible. No matter if you have had previous experience on the runway or not, will not be judged by that. The casting team just wants to see what they have to work. When talking about yourself, be sufficiently audible, not too gesture with his hands. If you are asked to demonstrate their talent, to be honest. Do not try to do something awesome that you are unsure. Just show what you like, there are people who sing, others dance while others show simple tricks you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W8O5-Xkg3k/TJJXUMFI60I/AAAAAAAAByg/JFmA2gTbosw/s1600/AmericasNextTopModel.jpg" title="Freshman Auditions for America's Next Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, when you go for the first year of auditions for the next Top Model of the U.S., keep your face free of makeup. Try to leave your skin looking as natural as possible. Keep your hair held in a ponytail or tucked behind the eyes to give the team take a good look on her face. Wear something comfortable, but decent. Jeans and T-shirts are an accepted for these auditions. Remember, only you, but keep it professional. If you do not succeed on your first try, just try again. You can hear the ANTM whenever you want as long as you are under 27 years of age. You do not have to audition in college you go to only, you can try on different places, but can only be heard once per cycle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8833374366163289983?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8833374366163289983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8833374366163289983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/freshman-auditions-for-americas-next.html' title='Freshman Auditions for America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEsYaTTZxCo/TGFyByVfbZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NvIsJKfOOSY/s72-c/ANTM-america-27s-next-top-model-40987_900_675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8958420495829739029</id><published>2011-11-24T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T15:05:01.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model Regional Auditions'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15700000/ANN-americas-next-top-model-15776815-289-369.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To find out where then the United States model Top regional auditions will take place is necessary to consult the official website for America's next Top Model (ANTM). Make sure to review the hearing record the date and time along with the place. If you do not know how to get there, try going a day early to take a look, or ask a friend or relative to drive. You have to be very early for this audition, so lost in that day may cost the auditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://images.pictureshunt.com/pics/a/americas_next_top_model-10864.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you go then the U.S. model above the regional auditions, be sure to bring your applications unless you've already sent in advance. Some of the other things you need to take with you include a pair of heels you can walk in. It's not advisable to buy a new pair of high heels and just take it with you, without trying to walk with them first. This is because, in the auditions, which will have to make a walkway, which is necessary to use high-heeled shoes that allow you to walk with grace and ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://www.pulsarwallpapers.com/data/media/935/Top%20Model%20Wallpaper%20%2828%29.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the next top American regional model auditions, casting directors will interview a few minutes. During the interview, asked to talk about yourself. Try to be short and simple as in your video audition. You can talk about anything, but be careful to remain professional. Do not be disrespectful, do not make comments that can be termed as prejudice against a group of people, for example. Be sufficiently audible, but not shout. You can also display one of his talents, provided that there is a complex or something that can alter the settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2010/11/americas-next-top-model-jane-reveals-why-she-was-eliminated.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recalls that during America's Next Top Model regional auditions, one of the things that the team really pay attention casting is his personality. Of course, your looks and stuff you need to meet eligibility requirements for height and weight, but you really need to have a good personality. When asked any questions, monosyllabic answers unless they are asked. Be interesting, but do not overdo it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/americas-next-top-model/antm-americas-next-top-model-10-ANTM-cycle-ten-whitney/americas-next-top-model-season-10-whitney-water-photoshoot.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember America's Next top regional model auditions does not mean you can only listen in your area. You can try the auditions in the different regions. You can only listen to once per cycle, but if you do not succeed in a cycle, you can go back and try again for the next cycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" src="http://americas-next-top-model.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ameicas-top-model5.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Regional Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You really need to be passionate about modeling for success in the U.S. next model higher regional auditions. This is because it has to be a very patient person. You will have to sit and wait for long periods of time before hearing because many girls turn to the open casting calls. You may be asked to do much for the casting directors, so I should be patient. If you try for a long time, this could mean they are interested in you. You have to be decided. If you do not succeed the first time, go back, prepare and try again. There are many models that reached the final only after ANTM auditions as more than once. As Tyra said, "You really have to want it," what the unit will help you get through all the auditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8958420495829739029?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8958420495829739029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8958420495829739029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/americas-next-top-model-regional.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model Regional Auditions'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3730785437256553112</id><published>2011-11-22T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:26:31.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Next Top Model Auditions'/><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model Auditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/ANTM-america-27s-next-top-model-35803_1600_1200.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Tyra Banks the creative mind behind America's Next Top Model is a successful supermodel now turned talk show host and business woman. She had a successful modelling career from the time she was sixteen years old. She graced covers of many magazines from sports illustrated to Italian vogue and walked on catwalks for numerous designers all over the world. Now that she has retired from the catwalk, she decided to help other young girls by introducing the America's Next Top Model. Models that have launched their careers through this show have gone out to be very successful in the industry whether or not they won their individual cycles. To start off your modelling career, Americas Next Top Model auditions can offer you a great platform. Through the season the models learn a lot, they get to meet a lot of designers and even go on 'go sees' to get real world experience in the industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://entertainmentrundown.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Americas-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-15.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You can find out about the America's Next Top Model auditions by checking the official websites. Once you get this information, you need to be very keen on the date and time. You have to be there very early for the auditions. If you watch the show, you can see that thousands of girls audition for America's Next Top Model (ANTM). So you need to get on the queue very early. This is normally an open casting call so everyone shows up. Wear comfortable shoes since you may be standing for very long. However, bring a pair of heels that you can walk with; you will wear them when it's your turn to audition. Another thing that you can carry with you is a swim suit. Sometimes they may ask you to wear one; sometimes they don't. It's better to be prepared though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/8900000/Cicle-12-americas-next-top-model-8979563-1599-1014.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You have to be dressed comfortably and keep your make up to the minimum. Actually Tyra always advises the girls who go for the America's Next Top Model auditions not to wear any make up at all. Your face needs to be seen. Don't wear exaggerated weaves or hair extensions that cover your face. Mostly, the girls are advised to hold back their hair in a pony tail. This allows the casting team to have a good look at your face to see the check bones and angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnRZ-llHD7Y/TeZJxrraUiI/AAAAAAAABjo/qsC5jPc1FXw/s1600/America%2527s+Next+Top+Model%252C+Cycle+10.jpeg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Remember, ANTM is not all about the looks. To succeed in your America's Next Top Model auditions, you need to have a personality. The models are asked to talk about themselves. Unlike other job interviews, you don't have to talk about your work experience. You can talk about what you do, where you live, and your family. However, be professional, just because you can talk about anything doesn't mean you can blurt out everything.Be audible; don't speak too fast and always look at the casting team; don't look down at your feet or use too much hand gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://filmodela.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Americas-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-12-Group.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Remember, even if you don't succeed in your first America's Next Top Model auditions, you can still work out another trial. For instance, Kacey had tried out for the audition in cycle 11; she dint succeed. She came back in cycle 15 and ended up being one of the finalists. Resilience and determination are paramount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="America's Next Top Model Auditions" src="http://www.ameyawdebrah.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/America%E2%80%99s-Next-Top-Model-Cycle-14.jpg" title="America's Next Top Model Auditions" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looking for tips and information regarding America's next top model auditions? You can join our site to search thousands of opportunities for America's next top model auditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3730785437256553112?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3730785437256553112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3730785437256553112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/americas-next-top-model-auditions.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model Auditions'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnRZ-llHD7Y/TeZJxrraUiI/AAAAAAAABjo/qsC5jPc1FXw/s72-c/America%2527s+Next+Top+Model%252C+Cycle+10.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8766501348080255718</id><published>2011-11-22T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:47:57.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing Like a Top Model'/><title type='text'>Dressing Like a Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/americas-next-top-model/antm-americas-next-top-model-3-eva/yaya-americas-next-top-model-season-3-yaya-spider.jpg" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dressing up is usually the passion of the fair sex. However, the men wardrobe should not be neglected but on the contrary. Even if you are male the manner you dress can significantly improve your appearance. We set aside too often the fact that men can also dress sexy, emphasizing their masculinity with the right clothing and generally speaking about themselves by means of their attire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n39OGJMT0IE/Th6VouQ81FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mvM28XLuymI/s400/naima-americas-next-top-model-season-four-antm-4-winner.jpg" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I can image only one reason why men's wardrobe has largely been neglected, which is women have too much of theirs. And, ladies thinking that you have to look better than your partner or that if the man besides you is too well dressed and handsome other of your kind might steel him from you - is the huge mistake you should not commit! Consider that on one hand you fell attracted to your boyfriend / husband not only in your intimacy but in your everyday life, and on the other hand he is a significant part of your own image. Moreover, you will not keep a man besides you by determining him to be careless about the way he dresses, but sooner make other women envious by his good looks and, of course it never hurts to brag a little...Therefore, it is important for both of you, man and woman, to care about the way you look in your own eyes and in those of your significant other, as well as in the eyes of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7OyV-MWm9fg/TLNXY54bLhI/AAAAAAAAG1M/Hy49-xltNkc/s400/America's%2BNext%2BTop%2BModel.jpg" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;In this context, treasuring and improving man´s wardrobe makes sense, but is also imperative. However, being well dressed does not mean having a ten square meters wardrobe! A proficient man wardrobe can be achieved by choosing items of clothing with multiple functions and which suit his lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qOoC8CdXiHo/TN7oiIZeqjI/AAAAAAAADB0/Z2hfbt2jlck/s1600/mariana%2Bbayon%252C%2Bwinner%2Bof%2BMeixo%2527s%2Btop%2Bmodel2.jpg" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;The first must-have of a casual man wardrobe is all occasions t-shirts. Thus, you may opt for body shaped simple t-shirts at work or when going out and graphic t-shirts for your leisure time. More than for other items of clothing, it is advisable to have a wide range of t-shirts in your wardrobe because t-shirts are worn all seasons, can be well fashioned with blouses / sweatshirts/ sweaters, etc, and are also the most often shifted. The jeans are never a problem for men, so there's no use to lay weight on them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://img.poptower.com/pic-11987/erin-wagner-antm-top-model.jpg?d=600" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;However, men's jackets are not given the importance they deserve. The leather jacket can emphasize masculinity and show style. Jeans jackets are for sportive men more into street wear but still they can be sexy and well suited for your leisure time. The men´s cloth jackets have a wide range of designs for both casual and elegant dressing out. Nevertheless, for the men that work in a privileged environment the designer suit is the best option. Yet, every gentleman should have two-three designer suits for special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dressing Like a Top Model" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_25osmSENiMs/TM3CDT_MsJI/AAAAAAAAA3w/kJDtUkoivdY/s1600/amerias-next-top-model-winner.jpg" title="Dressing Like a Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dressing like a top model if you afford it is not at all snobbish but eye-catching and seductive. Every woman would like a top model surrogate besides her, as men would love the same thing when it comes to women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8766501348080255718?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8766501348080255718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8766501348080255718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/dressing-like-top-model.html' title='Dressing Like a Top Model'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n39OGJMT0IE/Th6VouQ81FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mvM28XLuymI/s72-c/naima-americas-next-top-model-season-four-antm-4-winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-6131242060886413933</id><published>2011-11-22T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:37:40.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Model'/><title type='text'>Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/americas-next-top-model/antm-americas-next-top-model-8/americas-next-top-model-season-8-group-shot.jpg" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Loved Ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day to you all on this perfectly normal day. I love you. I love you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a few moments Right Now to share your love and light with the whole world. Your conscious effort really and truly makes a difference. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools For Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://www.lifestylo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/americas-next-top-model.jpg" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Model. Who is on top? Who is on the bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be on top of all that you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to lead your life just the way you would like it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be the creator of all that you are and all that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you modeling your life just the way you would like it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the perfect resources in the model of your world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one get to be a top model in one's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yySQidxVIAc/THdvHypHLOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bGUXjNfxclQ/s1600/next-top-model.jpg" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A role model? A top model? A perfect model? A universal model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model that is inspiring to others? A model that is encouraging to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model that makes a difference in people's lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model that is ever lasting and that is beautiful inside and out in the presence of truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you this model and more? Would you like to be on Top of your life's decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you this model of the light? Would you like to expand in consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad do you want to be a model that is so unique and individualized that everyone loves to love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLr9HayCv44/TT62P-ADzgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yXQY-SXeUSU/s1600/americas-next-top-model.jpg" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For what purpose would anyone want to be a top model anyways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the purpose of revealing the light within them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the purpose of living a larger life in awareness and fulfillment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the purpose of raising ones consciousness therefore uplifting the Universal Collective Consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the propose of having a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the purpose of the truth within our Souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the purpose of rising above our ego selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://www.americannexttopmodel.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/gallery/american-next-top-model/american-next-top-model-5.jpg" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the purpose of changing the face of the planet from darkness to the light. Watch the sparks Right Now! Watch the possibilities that our consciousness can create. The effect that this planet full of light would have on us and others and how our light would, and does, effect others and this world that we live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be a top model is to stand tall, grounded, expanded, full of energy, vitality and a desire to be someone magnificent for the highest good of all. Small gestures of kindness, care, generosity, warmth, compassion and a smile on our faces can and do place us Right on top to be the perfect model in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Top Model" src="http://img.poptower.com/pic-44186/americas-next-top-model.jpg?d=600" title="Top Model" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am that I am, you are that you are and we are all one. We are exactly Right where we are to grow and bloom through our experiences, to rise gladly and patiently and to be a Top Model in our lives, for our family, our loved ones and all of our Soul brothers and sisters. Let us be, do and have gratefully and happily to free ourselves from any and all inhibitions in our egos. Freedom within creates freedom without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now with a new perspective to what a Top Model can represent for you, I invite you to go forth and shine your light, ever so bright, to brighten your day and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-6131242060886413933?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6131242060886413933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6131242060886413933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/11/top-model.html' title='Top Model'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yySQidxVIAc/THdvHypHLOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bGUXjNfxclQ/s72-c/next-top-model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8805973321047804253</id><published>2011-10-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:06:44.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Ahhh it's Friday afternoon, I have the day off from work, I'm listening to McFly and I am baking for my friend Tara. It was her birthday the other day and tonight we are off out to partake in wine and dancing. So I thought I would bake her some fantastico rainbow cupcakes to make her happy and to impress her friends that I havent met before hahaha. I will try and learn how to upload a photo when I'm done so that you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh you do realise that my blog will be rather rubbish. My head is full of rubbish. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose.... Would you rather.... Everything you ate from now on tasted of tuna or that you had your hand stuck in a jam jar forever more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(McFly: Corrupted)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8805973321047804253?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8805973321047804253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8805973321047804253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh-its-friday-afternoon-i-have-day.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-372954646321263633</id><published>2011-10-12T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:43:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shaylahfawn</title><content type='html'>shaylahfawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-372954646321263633?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/372954646321263633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/372954646321263633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/10/shaylahfawn.html' title='shaylahfawn'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-5626754722794477965</id><published>2011-07-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America.... FUCK YEAH!</title><content type='html'>Hello to my Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note to wish y'all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 4th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy yourself. Let off some fireworks. Eat some good food. Hang out with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Andrew WK.... Party HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-5626754722794477965?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5626754722794477965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5626754722794477965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/07/america-fuck-yeah.html' title='America.... FUCK YEAH!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3688358635186779326</id><published>2011-07-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am giving up this blog....</title><content type='html'>Im going to start a new blog. A fresh one.&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I cannot bear to read back through these posts for all the bad and good memories that I managed to fill it with even though it was only supposed to be for my cupcakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if anyone reads this any more and I wouldnt blame you if you didnt... because I rarely post and when I do its crap. But if anyone does, thats lovely and thanks for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog will be pretty and not full of heartfelt emotion as it seems that it will only cause more pain when you read back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... Onwards and upwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will aim to be mildly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post here when I start the new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3688358635186779326?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3688358635186779326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3688358635186779326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-i-am-giving-up-this-blog.html' title='I think I am giving up this blog....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4623370709995934003</id><published>2011-05-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I havent started yet...</title><content type='html'>...and I know this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt give a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the element of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am so freaking lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4623370709995934003?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4623370709995934003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4623370709995934003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-started-yet.html' title='I havent started yet...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3737249471336918697</id><published>2011-05-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>And I'm back with a bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been sooooo long since I last posted and still I am in a weird place. So I am going to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0JiFB4cO_A/Td5M7rOqQfI/AAAAAAAABHY/8pMRLUwllfQ/s1600/photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611006773850423794" style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0JiFB4cO_A/Td5M7rOqQfI/AAAAAAAABHY/8pMRLUwllfQ/s400/photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically youre supposed to take a picture every day and try not to use ones you have already taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea about proper photos and I only have my iphone. But its better than doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. I will probably be a bit slow at posting. But lets give it a go hey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love dear dear followers... xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3737249471336918697?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3737249471336918697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3737249471336918697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-i-back-with-bang.html' title='And I&amp;#39;m back with a bang!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0JiFB4cO_A/Td5M7rOqQfI/AAAAAAAABHY/8pMRLUwllfQ/s72-c/photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8615965578436100389</id><published>2010-12-16T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Bitsys Birthday</title><content type='html'>So... Its that time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get a Bassett Hound puppy which is what I asked for. Instead. I got a coldsore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... So far as I know noone has made me a cake... but hey its still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have already got some sweeeeet presents. xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TQnc8qyCn-I/AAAAAAAABHI/0jUT1uZ-kiQ/s1600/basset_hound_birthday_postcard-p239029864668728811qibm_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551210950545285090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TQnc8qyCn-I/AAAAAAAABHI/0jUT1uZ-kiQ/s400/basset_hound_birthday_postcard-p239029864668728811qibm_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8615965578436100389?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8615965578436100389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8615965578436100389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitsys-birthday.html' title='Bitsys Birthday'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TQnc8qyCn-I/AAAAAAAABHI/0jUT1uZ-kiQ/s72-c/basset_hound_birthday_postcard-p239029864668728811qibm_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1074386564181294684</id><published>2010-11-22T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kamrun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Heavy Metal Delight....</title><content type='html'>So hopefully the insurance people are sending me and Lar a cheque to cover all the bits we lost in the 'Great Robbery of 2010'. Well. They say this. They also say they sent it first class post last Wednesday but we are yet to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't decided where my loathe lies yet. Royal Mail or the insurers. Id like to say I have faith in the Royal Mail and it couldn't possibly be them. It is the Queens service after all. But I have a feeling if I actually said that out loud I would have to eat my words and then yeah. I hate eating my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am depending on that cheque a little too much really. My phone has been cut off. Yea readers. That's how bad it is, it wasn't even that much of a bill. But it was slightly more than normal due to being in Miami for a bit and being an avid texter. What are normally all inclusive text messages then turn into 40p a message text messages and then you realise you are a bit screwed. But yes, I digress, it went out the bank at the end of the month when there's no money there and ding! returned payment and no other money. Therefore I now no longer have the phone or the Internet. I feel like a social leper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange phone company. I was gonna send you cakes. I retract my cakes now. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a parking ticket. But the boy is gonna pay that for me. Its my own fault really carelessly parking with my back wheels not quite in the lines. Parking Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should always stick to my motto. If its in the lines its fine. Even if its on the wonk. Or really close to the line or, you know, upside down. As long as its in the lines its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late, the road was empty. I didn't think the parking Nazi would be out in the bleak mid winter at 10pm down a back street on a Friday. My error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that. Everything is gravy. Back to Miami on Saturday. Niceeee. Only for a couple of days mind but I don't mind. I will go anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I thought I would be good and stay in and have a bath and a relax but I couldn't relax. So I went to see Kam. We decided as the boys were out being boys we would have a little drink and play rockband. Thant turned into competing hard core on rockband and downing shots of tequila when we thought we had played bad ass and deserved it hahah. The boys came home and it all went to pot. Apparently we weren't that good to the everyday onlooker. Well we liked it so what?! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get up Saturday morning to go to hot yoga at 10am. Instead....I stayed in bed. Had some toast. Much more appetising than sweating out tequila in a room full of bears disguised as men in speedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was good. Went to Soundhouse to watch &lt;a href="http://www.dethonator.com/fr_news.cfm"&gt;Dethonator&lt;/a&gt;. If you like a bit of metal. Check these guys. I think they are the most awesome thing to come out of Leicester. At first I was biased as I used to be good pals with the drummer but I am hooked. They truly are awesome and Jim the singer is immense. I have never seen someone hold notes as sick as he does live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also!&lt;a href="http://www.karlphillips.co.uk/"&gt;Karl Phillips &amp;amp; The Midnight Ramblers&lt;/a&gt;. Also siiiiiick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a weird one but I defy you to catch these guys live and not want to get in on it. They are like a hip hop band. Karl Phillips kills it and then they smash it on the instruments. Truly talented. You know when you watch something and it just looks so easy. Its like that. It looks easy, it looks fun. To be honest. I just wanted to be in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.... off on a tangent. I didn't drink. I baked. I got loads of pics to put on here but, again waiting for the cheque, so I can replace my little laptop of dreams and get my photos out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some cracking bits I have been doing and its Christmas again so the cute shit is gonna come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday got up early had a run and then made a roast with Kam for when the boys got back from football. It mostly went good. The yorkshires went a bit wrong. We didn't have a bun tin so we used cupcake cases and that didn't work. Also. I don't think the oven was hot enough hahah. SO the boy saved the day with a quick jog round to the spar and a bag of Aunt Bessies under one arm. Picto and him also brought dessert. I think I fell in love last night. Properly. When the boy dished out choc fudge cake and flake ice cream, in man portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then played rockband til our eyes fell out. If I never hear Painkiller by Judas Priest again I will be a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she goes to bed happy. Zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TOpHJw7JL4I/AAAAAAAABHA/rauXARyogVk/s1600/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542320524510179202" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TOpHJw7JL4I/AAAAAAAABHA/rauXARyogVk/s400/74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1074386564181294684?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1074386564181294684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1074386564181294684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/11/heavy-metal-delight.html' title='Heavy Metal Delight....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TOpHJw7JL4I/AAAAAAAABHA/rauXARyogVk/s72-c/74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7089750461966138953</id><published>2010-11-10T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting New Things....</title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Whats up bloggers! Its been a while aint it. Just coming to the end of another frantic period at work so thought I would update you qick on whats going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting things:&lt;br /&gt;I have been fully quit smoking for over 3 weeks now!&lt;br /&gt;I have taken up jogging AND zumba!&lt;br /&gt;The insurance should be sending us some money through so I can replace my beautiful lil pink netbook and get back to posting for you!&lt;br /&gt;Eating a wee bit healthier than before... or not as much... or something....&lt;br /&gt;Drinking a shit load more water.&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to be cooler. (Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was a lame comeback post wasnt it. Better than no comeback post at all... hmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7089750461966138953?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7089750461966138953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7089750461966138953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/11/exciting-new-things.html' title='Exciting New Things....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1743654283108700560</id><published>2010-10-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami</title><content type='html'>So... It's 6am and I am waiting for a man to pick to pick me up and take me to the airport cuz work are sending me to Miami!!! Yes!!!!! See you later England and all your rain!!!! Xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1743654283108700560?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1743654283108700560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1743654283108700560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/10/miami.html' title='Miami'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-5588541939361682582</id><published>2010-09-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>I've been robbed...</title><content type='html'>By a little old lady on a motorised cart....&lt;br /&gt;- Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. My house was actually robbed. and amongst other things my laptop was thieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So posting is hard. and few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rubbish xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-5588541939361682582?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5588541939361682582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5588541939361682582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-been-robbed.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve been robbed...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-5254972284165874822</id><published>2010-09-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Soundhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>Selling at the Soundhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJf0Go0qyXI/AAAAAAAABGw/GGnLBJfdP_c/s1600/IMG_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519148263240550770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJf0Go0qyXI/AAAAAAAABGw/GGnLBJfdP_c/s400/IMG_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJf0GcJJC_I/AAAAAAAABGo/nr8GMyvLtCg/s1600/IMG_0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519148259836759026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJf0GcJJC_I/AAAAAAAABGo/nr8GMyvLtCg/s400/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. You can't go far wrong with a well made poster and a 14+ gig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-5254972284165874822?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5254972284165874822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5254972284165874822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/selling-at-soundhouse.html' title='Selling at the Soundhouse'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJf0Go0qyXI/AAAAAAAABGw/GGnLBJfdP_c/s72-c/IMG_0988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-978859944244904850</id><published>2010-09-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Sale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beanstalk Nursery Open Day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzyY-K1QI/AAAAAAAABGg/ESiO0O1sBPs/s1600/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147915388048642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzyY-K1QI/AAAAAAAABGg/ESiO0O1sBPs/s400/IMG_0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzyGJ5S4I/AAAAAAAABGY/7b8Jf3azlm0/s1600/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147910336957314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzyGJ5S4I/AAAAAAAABGY/7b8Jf3azlm0/s400/IMG_0978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzxzpFi_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/VIXMfAZSVgM/s1600/IMG_0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147905367510002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzxzpFi_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/VIXMfAZSVgM/s400/IMG_0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzZUdW7II/AAAAAAAABGI/NlvfPXNeXH8/s1600/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147484679957634" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzZUdW7II/AAAAAAAABGI/NlvfPXNeXH8/s400/IMG_0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYlstN0I/AAAAAAAABGA/xLbNkc1etqw/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147472127866690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYlstN0I/AAAAAAAABGA/xLbNkc1etqw/s400/IMG_0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYZJ4LXI/AAAAAAAABF4/Zd60yiFLNA8/s1600/IMG_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147468760558962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYZJ4LXI/AAAAAAAABF4/Zd60yiFLNA8/s400/IMG_0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYLXs9EI/AAAAAAAABFw/tH1H3-Ac-bI/s1600/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147465060447298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzYLXs9EI/AAAAAAAABFw/tH1H3-Ac-bI/s400/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzXzLGTMI/AAAAAAAABFo/JqD_X2WnDYo/s1600/IMG_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519147458565131458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzXzLGTMI/AAAAAAAABFo/JqD_X2WnDYo/s400/IMG_0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids loved it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nursery workers... not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids cracked up on sugar bouncing on a bouncy castle. Faces all painted all psychadelic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screaming and shouting for all their lives are worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Best Conversation of the Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: Are those real cakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Girl: (eyes wide like saucers) WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-978859944244904850?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/978859944244904850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/978859944244904850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcake-sale.html' title='Cupcake Sale...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfzyY-K1QI/AAAAAAAABGg/ESiO0O1sBPs/s72-c/IMG_0980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4538446098415549483</id><published>2010-09-20T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another lovely and decent man... Off the market.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But married to a stunning lucky lady non the less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ginger Dave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The One. The Only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just like Chesney Hawkes said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyulkCBII/AAAAAAAABFQ/mlGvQOtgQ_w/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146750536975490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyulkCBII/AAAAAAAABFQ/mlGvQOtgQ_w/s400/IMG_0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyvNWJMnI/AAAAAAAABFg/6R-GvK710y4/s1600/IMG_0962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146761216143986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyvNWJMnI/AAAAAAAABFg/6R-GvK710y4/s400/IMG_0962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyuwZgWeI/AAAAAAAABFY/CDwhiPtn8vs/s1600/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146753445616098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyuwZgWeI/AAAAAAAABFY/CDwhiPtn8vs/s400/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJiPl2O3F6I/AAAAAAAABG4/mXIEzO685Qg/s1600/dave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519319223718320034" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJiPl2O3F6I/AAAAAAAABG4/mXIEzO685Qg/s400/dave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xxx congratulation to the newly weds xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4538446098415549483?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4538446098415549483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4538446098415549483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the Chapel.........'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyulkCBII/AAAAAAAABFQ/mlGvQOtgQ_w/s72-c/IMG_0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-169871121464393493</id><published>2010-09-20T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>30th Birthday Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;My absolute darling Irish boy Chris... the other Irish boy... wanted some cupcakes for his friend Beccy's birthday. He'd been a general boy and rubbish at communication and hadnt seen her in a while so wanted to make it up and what better way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146372787445314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyYmVhnkI/AAAAAAAABFA/cWeume-UILs/s400/IMG_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyYzu9QSI/AAAAAAAABFI/tngsHMf7Nfw/s1600/IMG_0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146376383775010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyYzu9QSI/AAAAAAAABFI/tngsHMf7Nfw/s400/IMG_0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 white choc &amp;amp; raspberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 vanilla stuffed with nutella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeeelish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-169871121464393493?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/169871121464393493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/169871121464393493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/30th-birthday-cupcakes.html' title='30th Birthday Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyYmVhnkI/AAAAAAAABFA/cWeume-UILs/s72-c/IMG_0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4937783399662165622</id><published>2010-09-20T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>Out and About Selling Cupcakes.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Please excuse the decidedly dodgy iPhone pictures... the lights were low....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Booze Fusion Festival, The Vic Bikers Pub, Coalville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyEcLiEOI/AAAAAAAABE4/9QrriMU23gE/s1600/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146026463793378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyEcLiEOI/AAAAAAAABE4/9QrriMU23gE/s400/IMG_0947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyDxYCFYI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ejd9NRRJHDc/s1600/IMG_0924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146014973498754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyDxYCFYI/AAAAAAAABEw/Ejd9NRRJHDc/s400/IMG_0924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyDg08LbI/AAAAAAAABEo/OPngys5phw0/s1600/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519146010531343794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyDg08LbI/AAAAAAAABEo/OPngys5phw0/s400/IMG_0925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big bikers love the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4937783399662165622?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4937783399662165622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4937783399662165622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-and-about-selling-cupcakes.html' title='Out and About Selling Cupcakes.........'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfyEcLiEOI/AAAAAAAABE4/9QrriMU23gE/s72-c/IMG_0947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7848497807983556690</id><published>2010-09-20T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty dress'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Dress of Dreams....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you wanted a picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfxZskjEiI/AAAAAAAABEg/n_lId9eXZO0/s1600/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519145292129309218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfxZskjEiI/AAAAAAAABEg/n_lId9eXZO0/s400/IMG_0963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ...That's all you're gettin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&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/9185339003051111054-7848497807983556690?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7848497807983556690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7848497807983556690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/fabulous-dress-of-dreams.html' title='Fabulous Dress of Dreams....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJfxZskjEiI/AAAAAAAABEg/n_lId9eXZO0/s72-c/IMG_0963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7999849589225221397</id><published>2010-09-17T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatness'/><title type='text'>FABULOUS NEWS....</title><content type='html'>I bought a dress ages ago... even stretching to a year ago maybe... and it was too small. But it was so pretty I thought... "No way is that going back!" So I kept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because... today it fits. If anything... Its kinda loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7999849589225221397?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7999849589225221397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7999849589225221397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/fabulous-news.html' title='FABULOUS NEWS....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1654714657082356503</id><published>2010-09-16T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 28...</title><content type='html'>Day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJJvq1tsLTI/AAAAAAAABEY/ylwWVfPl92E/s1600/drunk2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517595275246185778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJJvq1tsLTI/AAAAAAAABEY/ylwWVfPl92E/s400/drunk2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last year... Having it at Fubar... 80's styleee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJJvqXU5ysI/AAAAAAAABEQ/nm68brxCvow/s1600/drunk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517595267089156802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJJvqXU5ysI/AAAAAAAABEQ/nm68brxCvow/s400/drunk.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This year... Drunk... Sodden... Summer Sundae Festival... Hugging boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldnt say I have changed much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except I think my hair is slightly better at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had it cut shortly after that foray into the 80s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still acting like a child. And I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still working where I worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I make more cupcakes though...&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/9185339003051111054-1654714657082356503?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1654714657082356503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1654714657082356503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-28.html' title='Day 28...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TJJvq1tsLTI/AAAAAAAABEY/ylwWVfPl92E/s72-c/drunk2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3628453820952938055</id><published>2010-09-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 27...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 27... Why Are You Doing This 30 Day Thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this because.... Its something to write about ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing the will to live blog wise. And I didn't know what to put - no offence - so when I saw this I thought well may as well. Now. I don't know if anyone actually even frickin looks at it as it may be as boring as watching paint dry but hey, I'm making the effort aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you could learn some more about me. And I could learn some more about people who are doing it. Haven't even had chance to look though yet. So that makes me the wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I may be able to get rid of some of my stress/ anger/ upset whatever there is inside this silly brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynsey Quincifer Wilkins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you reading this?!?! I got your FB message but I only clocked it on my ipod phone as I was leaving the house in a rush and then I forgot and I am trying to get it at work but my phone is a complete pile of dog shit so will not connect to the Internet unless there's a wireless connection I can connect to. So I will look later on and reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now know if anyone reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your iPhone says it has free Internet right? Well mine does anyhow... but for some reason it now will no longer connect. Am I supposed to ring Orange? And tell them? Am I being robbed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3628453820952938055?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3628453820952938055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3628453820952938055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-27.html' title='Day 27...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1409643083398015827</id><published>2010-09-14T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 26....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 26.... What Do You Think Of Your Friends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Think. My. Friends. Are. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact. Not enough said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to say that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be quite happy to be snowed into a place for a year if all my friends were there and we ha d a nice supply of food and drink. I can safely say that I would be happy with them without the food and the drink etc but to be fair I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to have to sit there and pull straws as to who is gonna eat who first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1409643083398015827?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1409643083398015827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1409643083398015827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-26.html' title='Day 26....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4126092342042660875</id><published>2010-09-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 25...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 25... What Would You Find In My Bag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welll&lt;/span&gt;.... You're lucky today as my bag is always full of shit. But only the other day did I get so embarrassed of everything flying across the room, like tampons, bits of old tissue, old receipts, hairbands, nail varnishes, manky bits of old eye pencils, coins... you know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gumph&lt;/span&gt;... when I tried to find my purse that I actually had a wee tidy up and removed most things I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 100 handbags and I swap and change all the time so you can most likely guarantee that;&lt;br /&gt;a. If I have lost something I will no doubt find it somewhere in one of 100 handbags.&lt;br /&gt;b. If I counted all the loose change from my 100 handbags I would have about £10.&lt;br /&gt;and c. I'm the girl to go to for that all important emergency tampon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I say today... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all you're getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll of Sellotape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit Card Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra slim filter tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot o' C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;armex&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rimmel&lt;/span&gt; base coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rimmel&lt;/span&gt; nail varnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefit lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Staedtler&lt;/span&gt; fine liner pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car &amp;amp; house keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Biro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff discount card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work swipe card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI_teQbteVI/AAAAAAAABEI/8U1B5O4nJ30/s1600/DSCF7739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516889172615199058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI_teQbteVI/AAAAAAAABEI/8U1B5O4nJ30/s400/DSCF7739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think its better than the other day when there was all of the above... plus a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;net book&lt;/span&gt;. diary. speakers for said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;net book&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pritt&lt;/span&gt; stick. variety of coloured paper. small dog. my grandma. That kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4126092342042660875?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4126092342042660875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4126092342042660875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-25.html' title='Day 25...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI_teQbteVI/AAAAAAAABEI/8U1B5O4nJ30/s72-c/DSCF7739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4962784239258488537</id><published>2010-09-14T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 24...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 24... A Letter To Your Parents...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo Martin. Yo Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to say that as much as I was an asshole when I was growing up... (You know...I think it was around the year 7/8/9 era of school...When basically I didnt want to do much except hang out with my mates and be a dick. And you were a bit strict and in return I was more of an asshole) ... that basically thanks to you... I'm not really that much of an asshole as an adult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to apologise for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time I skived off school... (I think in year 10...) to go with my mates to Tim Chins house and we drank all his mums bacardi neat and then I went back to school to have band practice and I was blatantly drunk and Burt threw up in a bush... when they called you to fetch me because they thought I was on some kind of crack or something (oh just to put you straight... I was not... and I thought Mr Morgan was an a.hole for even making you think that maybe I was).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time I got stoned with Joe before Christmas dinner and then dropped the wine bottle on my plate and smashed it. Then ate all the Quality Street....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time I drove into that parked car in the car park at work because I was late and in a rush, and quite blatantly was retarded at parking, and you had to pay for the damage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For all the instances where as I child it was as if i could puke on demand in all the most inconvenient of places... Entrance to supermarket, entrance to tent on camping holiday, on people, on stairs in our house, in my own bed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time I drank the whole bottle of Calpol... (Lets face facts... you'd do it too. Even now. It just tastes. that. good.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The time I tried to jump from the upstairs window with an umbrella to see if I floated like Mary Poppins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah I apologise for all that. But funnily enough. We're pretty cool now. I love you, other people love you and my friends love you. Because you really are... just. that. cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have got a trendy bar in this shit hole town and now you have a super cool music venue too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum, the boy loves you more than he loves me. Dad, the boy loves you more than he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haaha. And do you know what... I dont even mind. Because thats cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I apologise for when I am a grump. Thats mainly to you Sue, because I am the same as Dad so you have to put up with two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to thank you for having me. And being the coolest parents I know. And also for having Joe. Because to be quite fair to you. I think we are the coolest family I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers Now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps. Thanks for making me like the music I like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bruce Springsteen. Neil Young. Tina Turner. Fairground Attraction. Guns n Roses. Janis Joplin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variety is the spice of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4962784239258488537?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4962784239258488537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4962784239258488537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-24.html' title='Day 24...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3411584955874398586</id><published>2010-09-14T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 23....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 23 - Something You Crave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI9SGlfYVOI/AAAAAAAABEA/NHwbMCNMfVo/s1600/chocolate_truffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516718341648569570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI9SGlfYVOI/AAAAAAAABEA/NHwbMCNMfVo/s400/chocolate_truffles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. Chocolate. Every. Day. Love. It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm like bloody Augustus Gloop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Save some room for later, Augustus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhhhhh. I am on health. No chocolate. No. No. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3411584955874398586?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3411584955874398586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3411584955874398586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-23.html' title='Day 23....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TI9SGlfYVOI/AAAAAAAABEA/NHwbMCNMfVo/s72-c/chocolate_truffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4920120442105270115</id><published>2010-09-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>I really am pretty lame at keeping up aren't I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 22... (late)... What makes you different to everybody else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually going to do this on the date it was due and I was sat at my laptop at the boy's house whilst he played on his PS3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually said to him... what do you think makes me different to everybody else... and he just sat there and said he couldn't think of anything. So I thought "oh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to be disappointed (if not a little upset) by that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think myself though and I didn't know either. I have always thought I was but I can't tell you why? I suppose if there is someone else out there that goes hyper after dinner on a Sunday... please let me know... once I just lay on the kitchen floor laughing like an idiot. Once I had been out for lunch with the girls and I was lying in the back of the car on the way home with my legs out of the window... yelling at passing cars and pedestrians... that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sometimes go a bit mad at home... you know like forward rolls from my bedroom to the bathroom. Mad dancing. Silly voices. That kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have lost all that? I want to be silly and fun still? Maybe he thinks I am boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4920120442105270115?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4920120442105270115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4920120442105270115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-really-am-pretty-lame-at-keeping-up.html' title='I really am pretty lame at keeping up aren&amp;#39;t I...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-6757910394546912881</id><published>2010-09-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>In the Night Garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQgvRX5hI/AAAAAAAABD4/Y7_pBqSF8O0/s1600/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514675898346366482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQgvRX5hI/AAAAAAAABD4/Y7_pBqSF8O0/s400/IMG_0871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQgIER1nI/AAAAAAAABDw/j8LTkDWuFPk/s1600/IMG_0870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514675887822460530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQgIER1nI/AAAAAAAABDw/j8LTkDWuFPk/s400/IMG_0870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQfWW92tI/AAAAAAAABDo/e1B1NuTbcOs/s1600/IMG_0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514675874479069906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQfWW92tI/AAAAAAAABDo/e1B1NuTbcOs/s400/IMG_0869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-6757910394546912881?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6757910394546912881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6757910394546912881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-night-garden.html' title='In the Night Garden...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgQgvRX5hI/AAAAAAAABD4/Y7_pBqSF8O0/s72-c/IMG_0871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1085463934077014232</id><published>2010-09-08T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 21....</title><content type='html'>Day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgO1_nawQI/AAAAAAAABDg/IQaYwz9-PkE/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514674064487792898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgO1_nawQI/AAAAAAAABDg/IQaYwz9-PkE/s320/fireworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I Love Love Love These ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Oh incase you cant tell theyre fireworks and they are the best things in the world. I fricking love the winter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bring. It. On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥ So many memories... ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1085463934077014232?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1085463934077014232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1085463934077014232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-21.html' title='Day 21....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIgO1_nawQI/AAAAAAAABDg/IQaYwz9-PkE/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8175703983856589170</id><published>2010-09-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 20.</title><content type='html'>Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The boy. That's all I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh except for... That's not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really. How enlightened are you really... on a scale of 1 to 10. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8175703983856589170?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8175703983856589170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8175703983856589170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-20.html' title='Day 20.'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-5352498712688752593</id><published>2010-09-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 19...</title><content type='html'>Nicknames you have and why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Charlotte. I am mostly called Char... This is because it is short for it and people are lazy but i like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... some people call me Bitsy... Mostly people that don't know me but only know me through Facebook where it is my name. So I suppose you cant blame them really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all. Uninteresting... Bring on tomorrows prompt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Beers. xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-5352498712688752593?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5352498712688752593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5352498712688752593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-19.html' title='Day 19...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1384947950017646539</id><published>2010-09-05T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>So here's a big one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 10 - songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was quite difficult I think... As I listen to all sorts... Ok. Lets think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; - Transylvania - Mcfly... Anything by Mcfly! I love them. Actually LOVE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U77wiS6NTTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U77wiS6NTTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt; - Looking back on Today - The Ataris. Why is it that when you feel sad you just listen to stuff that makes you feel a wee bit sadder? A form of self harm? Who knows. This one is pretty and the lyrics are lovely and it just makes me cry harder. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlHRnZMRGUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlHRnZMRGUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored&lt;/strong&gt; - Skid Row (downtown) - Little Shop Of Horrors Soundtrack. I could listen to anything when I am bored... And being as I like singing I will listen to anything to sing along to. Musicals kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0kSBiu1IGk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0kSBiu1IGk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyped&lt;/strong&gt; - Lo Fi Fnk - City. This song just gives me so much energy and I could just dance around all day... The whole album in fact is awesome. Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz_xe_ExhBs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wz_xe_ExhBs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad&lt;/strong&gt; - Siberian Kiss - Glassjaw. Actually the whole "Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence" album. Its so heavy and lyrical and awesome and amazing. And you can scream it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkhC4kx-eno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkhC4kx-eno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11 - Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513357194965616402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINhKGXFBxI/AAAAAAAABC4/tjd5TnqJslY/s400/friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12 - How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeeezzz. I dont even remember it was over a year ago I think now... I remember thinking I wanted to put my cake pictures somewhere and write down bits and bobs and I think I googled blog and this came up. I remember being very proud of myself for having an "area" of the internet that was all mine and it was all nice and special. I remember the feeling and I remember the feelings I had about other things at the time and I remember the house and the smells and all that.&lt;br /&gt;How weird. I havent even thought about that. In fact when I read through the old posts I feel sad as things have changed so much since then and some not for the better I dont think. I dont know. I dont like to read the old posts. Nostalgia huh. Sometimes such a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not your intentions and maybe its mostly me too I dont know. But I am hurting and all I want is for you to make it better. I feel like i have lost you. I have lost the friend I fell in love with. I have lost the guy I care about so much. It seems like yesterday that we hung out all the time sharing laughs and secrets and now a days I feel like a distant memory to you. Thats just around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things have gotten complicated between us and I know it has always been me that has felt more than I should for you. But you have always known that and yet we still got carried away. Maybe I should have been strong enough to say no... but even to this day I cant resist. How could I? End of the day... the way I feel about you and then I get to be so close to you and feel like its just me and you against the world.... Feel wanted... Feel loved.... Even if it is just for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me a glutton for punishment I know. And I guess all in all it is MY fault. I really really should say no. But thats not the issue. The issue is the feeling of you distancing yourself from me and pushing me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being mean to me to make me not want to be around you. Thing is little do you know the more you try to push me away the more I want to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my friend back. I want the old times. I know things change. But I dont want it to. I want to look for christmas trees with you and I want to cuddle up to you when we watch fireworks. I adore winter with you more than you could ever know and just writing this brings tears to my eyes as I am not sure it will ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is I dont understand why. Its ridiculous. I am embarrassed for being so blind and writing it down I can totally see how stupid it sounds... You just want to turn around and say "No Char thats not what I want. Ever." Whereas I cant see it. I just cant see it. I basically see the friends we are/were and the other stuff that goes on and I dont see why we cant put it together and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont push me away. Just talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;All my love xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINq3cyzEdI/AAAAAAAABDA/9kjenSUEdsU/s1600/famile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513367869686223314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINq3cyzEdI/AAAAAAAABDA/9kjenSUEdsU/s400/famile.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gran, Me, Auntie Helen, Cousin Thomas, Cousin Grace, Daddy, Brother Joel &amp;amp; Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 15- Put you ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;The River - Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to say you love me - Dusty Springfield&lt;br /&gt;Summer Rain - Belinda Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and all I got was this stupid song written about me - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;I dont care - Shakespeares Sister&lt;br /&gt;I see You, You see me - The Magic Numbers&lt;br /&gt;Screamager - Therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Raintown - Deacon Blue&lt;br /&gt;Objects in the rearview Mirror - Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 16- Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINu1zPZM5I/AAAAAAAABDI/IA_MV6iQuYg/s1600/Photo767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513372239398515602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINu1zPZM5I/AAAAAAAABDI/IA_MV6iQuYg/s320/Photo767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to swap lives with Brigitte Marquardt from Girls of the Playboy Mansion. Just because she was soooo lovely and so pretty and so nice and lived in the Playboy Mansion!!! I always got the impression that anyone that would live in the Playboy Mansion would be a complete whore and not ever someone I could imagine swapping lives with but I think they did pretty good when they aired that programme as it did show a real side to such a glamourous lifestyle. And I am sure that anyone that watched it would know that Bridge is so sweet and you almost automatically fall in love with her. So her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINzzuVv6ZI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3vWNiAxBDL8/s1600/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513377701281393042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINzzuVv6ZI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3vWNiAxBDL8/s320/bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Or Frankie Sandford from the Saturdays... why? because a. shes double hot and b. goes out with Dougie from Mcfly and I would totally like to be in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIN0DkY8xNI/AAAAAAAABDY/tWfKSkzCgn4/s1600/frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513377973488370898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TIN0DkY8xNI/AAAAAAAABDY/tWfKSkzCgn4/s320/frank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... nothing. I have no inspiration. sorry. I know thats not what you are supposed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I nearly crashed the car. Head on collision at 70mph. And all I could think was I couldnt kill Kam... She had only just come back from travelling. didnt think anything about me. So dont expect any goals/dreams/plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1384947950017646539?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1384947950017646539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1384947950017646539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-here-big-one.html' title='So here&amp;#39;s a big one....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TINhKGXFBxI/AAAAAAAABC4/tjd5TnqJslY/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4222960536040840281</id><published>2010-08-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Cakes'/><title type='text'>Day 9 ... On time!</title><content type='html'>Something I have been proud of the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you recall ages ago I blogged of my dislike for big cakes &lt;a href="http://bitsyscupcakery.blogspot.com/2010/01/mushroom-soup-at-work-is-not-nice.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I believe in the past I have said I will not be making big cakes again... But then my friend Steve Holyoake came about and wanted a big cake for his girlfriend to celebrate their 6 month anniversary. I had seen &lt;a href="htthttp://whisk-kid.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-it-with-cake.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and fallen in love with it... So decided to pay homage to The Whisk Kid and recreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after faffing for about 6 hours with swiss meringue buttercream... making enemies with it... whispering obscenities in its ear... I finally got the hang of it and went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to be honest, I am proud... and I dont feel sooo bad (only just) about big cakes any more. And this one was rather large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out this bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIUdixl8I/AAAAAAAABCo/gELCzC4MYKk/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092922964514754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIUdixl8I/AAAAAAAABCo/gELCzC4MYKk/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092916849148370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIUGwwgdI/AAAAAAAABCg/uO_3jGzn5Co/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIT2lywsI/AAAAAAAABCY/SLYZ0qOQ7_c/s1600/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092912508191426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIT2lywsI/AAAAAAAABCY/SLYZ0qOQ7_c/s320/IMG_0808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfITG-rnyI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gJlYrgvGAr8/s1600/IMG_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510092899727679266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfITG-rnyI/AAAAAAAABCQ/gJlYrgvGAr8/s320/IMG_0809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4222960536040840281?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4222960536040840281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4222960536040840281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-9-on-time.html' title='Day 9 ... On time!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THfIUdixl8I/AAAAAAAABCo/gELCzC4MYKk/s72-c/IMG_0806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4059243993162937336</id><published>2010-08-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 8... Laaaate...</title><content type='html'>Ok so ... short term goals this month and whyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue on Health... Why? To stop being such a fat shit. I started and then I had a mental breakdown and because I have no will power and I am rubbish    I ate loads. And I felt guilty but I still couldnt stop. Why is it that even though you know that being such a fat loser is one of the reasons which is making you so depressed and you do realise that if you werent such a fat shit maybe the boy wouldnt be so embarrassed that you still EAT.ALL.THE.FOOD. Im generally disgusting. So yeah to stop eating crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To stop smoking. Now I have been very good at that in the past and I am still no way smoking as much as I used to. But I am still having a cheeky few. In my demented brain i think it helps me when I am sad or annoyed or what have you... Im not thick enough to actually think that it does, but at the time is a different matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To go on little day trips to places. Work has stopped being so nuts so I am off for the week. I am supposed to be going on little day trips at the start of the week... with Lar... but as I type this she has just text me to say she cant. So what a waste of fucking time this holiday was,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To sort myself out financially. I am rubbish with money and I actually have less than none. Picto is trying to train me to not spend and to budget. He is making me relinquish my debit and credit cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To try to let go of the boy. Because it hurts to half have him. How is one supposed to do this when he is your best friend. And how is one to do this when one has the mentality of " I would rather have a little bit than not at all". I really am letting myself down arent i.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being as I have nowhere to go now... Maybe I will give spring cleaning the house a go. I really want it to be nice and at the moment. Its like a frickin hovel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant think of any more goals as of yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers beers. xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4059243993162937336?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4059243993162937336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4059243993162937336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8-laaaate.html' title='Day 8... Laaaate...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8170368785137853684</id><published>2010-08-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Day 7... Laaaate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone Who Has The Biggest Impact On You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THe-Ia-YOeI/AAAAAAAABCI/XkXxSOXodIc/s1600/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510081721000278498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THe-Ia-YOeI/AAAAAAAABCI/XkXxSOXodIc/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear God, I hope he never reads this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**dies of shame**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, that boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which, is probably terrible, and wrong, and all things unjust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am sorry to say that that is just the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy is my friend, my best friend, and I love him a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the same time I hate him. Because I like him too much. Too much than is necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that his mood influences my mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that all it takes is one nice thing... an action...a word... a look...and I am on cloud nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that all it takes is one mean thing... an action... a word... a look... and I am lower than low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that everything I do is for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that I would run to him whenever he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that I feel this way for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that he cant handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it that when its just the two of us he relaxes and its lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that he panics and closes up like an old dusty book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that he can be stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that if we argue he acts like he doesn't care and he can play that for as long as he likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that even if we argue I cant be mad at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that I want him in my life forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that I cant let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate that even when I feel strong and try to pull away from him he can get me back with just a click of his fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Generally. I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just wish everything was easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8170368785137853684?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8170368785137853684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8170368785137853684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7-laaaate.html' title='Day 7... Laaaate'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THe-Ia-YOeI/AAAAAAAABCI/XkXxSOXodIc/s72-c/IMG_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-9027719991381490245</id><published>2010-08-24T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 6...</title><content type='html'>Favourite Superhero and why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really ♥ The Thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THOTGnNj3GI/AAAAAAAABCA/uR3I0voWIc8/s1600/thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508908511018605666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THOTGnNj3GI/AAAAAAAABCA/uR3I0voWIc8/s320/thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him because I feel a bit sorry for him. He doesn't want to be made of rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-9027719991381490245?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9027719991381490245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9027719991381490245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html' title='Day 6...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THOTGnNj3GI/AAAAAAAABCA/uR3I0voWIc8/s72-c/thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4943725640212565474</id><published>2010-08-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Cookie Monster Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1FfeWX-I/AAAAAAAABB4/ic_FDe6C6Yk/s1600/IMG_0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734768924483554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1FfeWX-I/AAAAAAAABB4/ic_FDe6C6Yk/s400/IMG_0691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EyLDtCI/AAAAAAAABBw/nfQATWvc3WY/s1600/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734756763972642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EyLDtCI/AAAAAAAABBw/nfQATWvc3WY/s400/IMG_0692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EUcRh3I/AAAAAAAABBo/Zr-8iQU1opA/s1600/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734748783118194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EUcRh3I/AAAAAAAABBo/Zr-8iQU1opA/s400/IMG_0693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EIf2KZI/AAAAAAAABBg/fITmSAalRdo/s1600/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734745576876434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1EIf2KZI/AAAAAAAABBg/fITmSAalRdo/s400/IMG_0689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1DRs_8xI/AAAAAAAABBY/1t3redksA-w/s1600/IMG_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508734730868093714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1DRs_8xI/AAAAAAAABBY/1t3redksA-w/s400/IMG_0688.jpg" /&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/9185339003051111054-4943725640212565474?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4943725640212565474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4943725640212565474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/cookie-monster-cupcakes.html' title='Cookie Monster Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL1FfeWX-I/AAAAAAAABB4/ic_FDe6C6Yk/s72-c/IMG_0691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3391315050273250231</id><published>2010-08-23T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Helen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL0SclakbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/3DQa4MTgAFQ/s1600/IMG_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508733891975483826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL0SclakbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/3DQa4MTgAFQ/s400/IMG_0684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL0R0anKiI/AAAAAAAABBI/H4urKNmmTaA/s1600/IMG_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508733881192753698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL0R0anKiI/AAAAAAAABBI/H4urKNmmTaA/s400/IMG_0683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9185339003051111054-3391315050273250231?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3391315050273250231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3391315050273250231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-helen.html' title='Happy Birthday Helen'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THL0SclakbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/3DQa4MTgAFQ/s72-c/IMG_0684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1505514224053854372</id><published>2010-08-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>New Baby in the Family - Baby Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy7ci5kWI/AAAAAAAABAo/9RlDhRo9PTE/s1600/IMG_0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508732397316313442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy7ci5kWI/AAAAAAAABAo/9RlDhRo9PTE/s400/IMG_0679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy8EFElNI/AAAAAAAABA4/fp4X9NP-CYo/s1600/IMG_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508732407928624338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy8EFElNI/AAAAAAAABA4/fp4X9NP-CYo/s400/IMG_0681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy7_--0kI/AAAAAAAABAw/sWCmfrp4FMg/s1600/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508732406829339202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLy7_--0kI/AAAAAAAABAw/sWCmfrp4FMg/s400/IMG_0680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508731689853079682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLySRChUII/AAAAAAAABAg/sBm6GaABKoU/s400/IMG_0636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-5358067412081673004?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5358067412081673004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5358067412081673004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-dj.html' title='Happy Birthday DJ'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLySRChUII/AAAAAAAABAg/sBm6GaABKoU/s72-c/IMG_0636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2919193304023637951</id><published>2010-08-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Everton Football Club Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508731340879851282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLx99A0bxI/AAAAAAAABAY/FWztlA3tfPA/s400/IMG_0635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLx9bWZWXI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZF4s5Tg8wxE/s1600/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508731331843545458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLx9bWZWXI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZF4s5Tg8wxE/s400/IMG_0632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2919193304023637951?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2919193304023637951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2919193304023637951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/everton-football-club-cupcakes.html' title='Everton Football Club Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLx99A0bxI/AAAAAAAABAY/FWztlA3tfPA/s72-c/IMG_0635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-845162359056574657</id><published>2010-08-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Cherry Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLxQ8mFgkI/AAAAAAAABAI/4cmh-GvTWcU/s1600/IMG_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508730567673610818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLxQ8mFgkI/AAAAAAAABAI/4cmh-GvTWcU/s400/IMG_0617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-845162359056574657?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/845162359056574657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/845162359056574657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherry-cupcakes.html' title='Cherry Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLxQ8mFgkI/AAAAAAAABAI/4cmh-GvTWcU/s72-c/IMG_0617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-988165301168712383</id><published>2010-08-23T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Baby Cakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLwlvTDkFI/AAAAAAAABAA/hndb3-1Qv5w/s1600/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508729825369755730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLwlvTDkFI/AAAAAAAABAA/hndb3-1Qv5w/s400/IMG_0579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mini cupcakes for a 5-year olds birthday party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-988165301168712383?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/988165301168712383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/988165301168712383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-cakes.html' title='Baby Cakes...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLwlvTDkFI/AAAAAAAABAA/hndb3-1Qv5w/s72-c/IMG_0579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4845523546075217779</id><published>2010-08-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 5... And we're back on track!!</title><content type='html'>Somewhere I have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLuUEY0tRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/B3oNPLtL1c4/s1600/nyc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLuUEY0tRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/B3oNPLtL1c4/s400/nyc.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508727322770191634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqlJl1LfDP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqlJl1LfDP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell I have learnt how to embed videos... hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4845523546075217779?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4845523546075217779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4845523546075217779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5-and-we-back-on-track.html' title='Day 5... And we&amp;#39;re back on track!!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLuUEY0tRI/AAAAAAAAA_4/B3oNPLtL1c4/s72-c/nyc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7993233776533446270</id><published>2010-08-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 4... Late...</title><content type='html'>BAD HABIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a smokey Joe. Well here and there but still... its shit and my lungs will collapse and I will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am rubbish at moisturising. I go through phases where I do it all the time and I am all peachy... then I forget or something and I am as dry as a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83oVJM3yU5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83oVJM3yU5U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7993233776533446270?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7993233776533446270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7993233776533446270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-4-late.html' title='Day 4... Late...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-27588337830779144</id><published>2010-08-23T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Mancunian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Day 3 ... late...</title><content type='html'>Evening Readers,&lt;br /&gt;So its the day where I show a photo of me and my friends... Well it is so hard to choose just one especially as I have so many good friends all of which come and go in different groups and stuff so I saw other people putting a few pics up and I felt like that gave me a green light to do the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you likey like... It was really lovely to look through a load of old pics... good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look different in all the pictures hahah. Youll never guess who I am haaa xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlwEFC_5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/raBmcTKDF0Y/s1600/friends13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508717908118929298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlwEFC_5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/raBmcTKDF0Y/s320/friends13.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlvpBJEwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BkvFy6s0zdI/s1600/friends12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508717900854792962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlvpBJEwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BkvFy6s0zdI/s320/friends12.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlvEMr8EI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sz4aYPEvrQ0/s1600/friends11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508717890971103298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlvEMr8EI/AAAAAAAAA_g/sz4aYPEvrQ0/s320/friends11.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLluvmSSmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ktKtJiPA3gQ/s1600/friends10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508717885441329762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLluvmSSmI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ktKtJiPA3gQ/s320/friends10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLluGDKJCI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nC-cGWR8oYY/s1600/friends9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508717874288141346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLluGDKJCI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nC-cGWR8oYY/s320/friends9.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkuCV41iI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Bi1t5_ZbxP8/s1600/friends5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716773781329442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkuCV41iI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Bi1t5_ZbxP8/s320/friends5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLktSgo3KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/_SmOrzFmApo/s1600/friends4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716760941517986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLktSgo3KI/AAAAAAAAA-o/_SmOrzFmApo/s320/friends4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLks1COASI/AAAAAAAAA-g/KEQALPg6V3g/s1600/friends3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716753029300514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLks1COASI/AAAAAAAAA-g/KEQALPg6V3g/s320/friends3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkB0mh5WI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zeTOUIBEYxs/s1600/freinds71.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716014178788706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkB0mh5WI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zeTOUIBEYxs/s320/freinds71.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLksgrwqII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5uBwJwN99Dc/s1600/friends2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716747566393474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLksgrwqII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5uBwJwN99Dc/s320/friends2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLksQAL3vI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IP6ZCpOpMio/s1600/friends1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716743088660210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLksQAL3vI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IP6ZCpOpMio/s320/friends1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkAc-bUEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/62nL3rFN6zg/s1600/freidns12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508715990656700482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkAc-bUEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/62nL3rFN6zg/s320/freidns12.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkCTxmyyI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Go9_uqueurY/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716022546746146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkCTxmyyI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Go9_uqueurY/s320/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkApZrbHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6x1If0f9bYA/s1600/freinds2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508715993992227954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkApZrbHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/6x1If0f9bYA/s320/freinds2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkBSO-MII/AAAAAAAAA94/T-yV2FJappc/s1600/freinds23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508716004953174146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLkBSO-MII/AAAAAAAAA94/T-yV2FJappc/s320/freinds23.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top to Bottom...L-R: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Em: Boy, Me, Kam &amp;amp; Darran: Kam &amp;amp; Me: Me &amp;amp; Boy: Irish Mancunian, Picto &amp;amp; Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Us Girls: Reuben, Cary, Katy &amp;amp; Me: Homemade boardgames shenanigans: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alan, Sinead, Laura, Picto, Boy &amp;amp; Me: Girls, Matthew Bateman &amp;amp; Mike Cider: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lar, Boy, Me &amp;amp; Picto: Zoddy, Katy, Lar &amp;amp; Me: Zoddy, Katy, Lauren, Lar, Briar, Me, Preya &amp;amp; Shivi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; James: Me &amp;amp; Spark.&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/9185339003051111054-27588337830779144?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/27588337830779144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/27588337830779144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3-late.html' title='Day 3 ... late...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/THLlwEFC_5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/raBmcTKDF0Y/s72-c/friends13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-119686794189534630</id><published>2010-08-23T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologies'/><title type='text'>Apologies...</title><content type='html'>Well.... look. I haven't done day 3 or 4! Rubbish. I promise I will do a big fat post later with 3,4 &amp; 5 on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!! Its been a busy weekend! Will update y'all later xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-119686794189534630?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/119686794189534630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/119686794189534630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/apologies.html' title='Apologies...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1408810641862583343</id><published>2010-08-20T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 2...</title><content type='html'>Good morning loyal blog followers of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2... The meaning behind my blog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to describe and discuss what my blog name really means because I wouldnt want you to be left in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog name means I am Bitsy and I make cupcakes. I display them, in picture form, here. Hence... Bitsy's Cupcakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that come across as sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in one of those moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are doing this 30 days things comment and let me know so I can follow and learn all about y'all. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Cupcake pictures to come soon. Sorry its been ages. I am slack... I am sure if you carry on following this 30 days thing at some point it will all come out in a giant flood of sadness and rage and you will understand why I have been so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1408810641862583343?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1408810641862583343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1408810641862583343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-757579153904495987</id><published>2010-08-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>Day 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TG28EKdpQ5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/djBelNz_wE0/s1600/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507264699058176914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TG28EKdpQ5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/djBelNz_wE0/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just.me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok... 15 interesting facts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I am so embarrassed to have uploaded that photo... I am terribly self conscious and hate my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I used to own a horse. (oh these arent interesting at all are they)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. My dad was a roadie with bands... He was offered a 12 month tour with AC/DC but my mom said if he went he may as well not come back... (thats not even about me...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I would give anything to be able to speak french fluently... any language... the fact that it takes time is not good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I used to sing and play bass in a band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I have a secret love for "urban" music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I cannot for the life of me walk in heels yet I have about 50 pairs. I sometimes buy them because they are pretty and would look good on display...shhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I am a pretty independent person but when I am hungover I get all cuddly and like to be with someone I can cosy up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Im a winter baby and love nothing more than snow, frosts, open fires, christmas that kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. I love movies I have about 600 DVDs but I rarely watch one all the way through if I am by myself. Mostly I nod off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. I can whip up pretty nifty fancy dress costumes... of late I have been... A lion, Cheetara from Thundercats, The black Smoke from Lost and Chun-Li from Streetfighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. My hair is naturally GINGER. Pretty curly. And massive. You should see the Lion dress up pictures. I backcombed it into an afro to make a mane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. I love Andrew McCarthy (of St Elmos Fire/Pretty in Pink fame) and would have married him had he of not aged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I fed a hedgehog cheese once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well there you go... enlightened? Didnt think so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did a thing like this on Facebook once... I think it was slightly more interesting... I gave it a bit more thought... Maybe I should have pasted it in... Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for your ears. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-757579153904495987?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/757579153904495987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/757579153904495987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TG28EKdpQ5I/AAAAAAAAA9g/djBelNz_wE0/s72-c/IMG_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-42861705127946470</id><published>2010-08-19T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Me'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Me</title><content type='html'>So this lovely lady, Kellie from &lt;A HREF="http://getthewordsout.blogspot.com/"&gt;Get The Words Out&lt;/A&gt; is doing this blog thing where you have something to do each day... if you get me. I am having a right shit time of it right now. I feel sad even looking at this blog because I used it to write down a lot of happy memories I had that I feel all crushed and crappy about right now and I am just not feeling writing or updating or anything... but I have been having a read of everyones stuff and I noticed this and thought maybe it would help me out a bit... So this is what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day there is a thing I have to write about (see below) it may make things more interesting over here as its not at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the daily prompts for 30 days of me:&lt;br /&gt;day 1- recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 2- the meaning behind you blog name&lt;br /&gt;day 3- a picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;day 5- a picture of somewhere youve been to&lt;br /&gt;day 6- favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;day 7- a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;day 8- short term goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;day 9- something youre proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad&lt;br /&gt;day 11- another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 12- how you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;day 13- a letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;day 14- a picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;day 15- put you ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;day 16- another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;day 19- nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;day 20- someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22- what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;day 23- something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;day 24- a letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;day 25- what I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;day 26- what do you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 27- why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;day 29- in this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;day 30- you favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dont get too bored and you dont think Im a total dick haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-42861705127946470?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/42861705127946470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/42861705127946470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-me.html' title='30 Days of Me'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3961102422158521021</id><published>2010-08-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Some Little Cupcake Cuties</title><content type='html'>I made these pretties for my lovely Rachel at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinness Chocolate Cake WITH Choc Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were for her mom to take into work on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnj65T3w-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Zbt044BnmcI/s1600/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501679020765856738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnj65T3w-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Zbt044BnmcI/s400/IMG_0573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnj6uXmVzI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dl__lO2yllA/s1600/IMG_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501679017828702002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnj6uXmVzI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dl__lO2yllA/s400/IMG_0571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3961102422158521021?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3961102422158521021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3961102422158521021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-little-cupcake-cuties.html' title='Some Little Cupcake Cuties'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnj65T3w-I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Zbt044BnmcI/s72-c/IMG_0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3770665391624595227</id><published>2010-08-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>90th Birthday Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Remember Anna &amp;amp; Dave who I did my first wedding cupcakes for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they LOVE the cakes! And so do their families!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it was Anna's grandma's 90th birthday Anna asked me for some gorgeous fresh lemon cupcakes with pretty silver and white decoration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta Daaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnh6ugbGiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8sezI8Y3pxc/s1600/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501676818842458658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnh6ugbGiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8sezI8Y3pxc/s400/IMG_0497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnh6TltF2I/AAAAAAAAA9A/0IQctBdTvew/s1600/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501676811616851810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnh6TltF2I/AAAAAAAAA9A/0IQctBdTvew/s400/IMG_0495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_center" border="0" alt="Align Centre" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3770665391624595227?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3770665391624595227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3770665391624595227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/90th-birthday-cupcakes.html' title='90th Birthday Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnh6ugbGiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8sezI8Y3pxc/s72-c/IMG_0497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-9050554327679359797</id><published>2010-08-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Wanna see some cupcakes??!?</title><content type='html'>Bitsy's Cupcakery has been busy like a bumble bee. Here's to keeping busy to try not to think about people being asssssshoooolllleeesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it artists that make better art through being tortured souls? Maybe thats me. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random order from Facebook. Sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be my friend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/bitsys.cupcakery"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.facebook.com/bitsys.cupcakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneL5M82kI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EJ9_ERWBjas/s1600/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501672715724839490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneL5M82kI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EJ9_ERWBjas/s400/IMG_0502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501672709536440722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneLiJhYZI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c1QdiGLDYto/s400/IMG_0503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneLVIhGMI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/o2iQXNprtHU/s1600/IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501672706042566850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneLVIhGMI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/o2iQXNprtHU/s400/IMG_0501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneKx3ZSXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uNHAQra1lN4/s1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501672696575510898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneKx3ZSXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uNHAQra1lN4/s400/IMG_0500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-9050554327679359797?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9050554327679359797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9050554327679359797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/wanna-see-some-cupcakes.html' title='Wanna see some cupcakes??!?'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFneL5M82kI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EJ9_ERWBjas/s72-c/IMG_0502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8489044413290314646</id><published>2010-08-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><title type='text'>Chun-Li plus a Lemming take on the town...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnb3YbBYxI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cSYUHkeWzDg/s1600/larchar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501670164304847634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnb3YbBYxI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cSYUHkeWzDg/s400/larchar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8489044413290314646?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8489044413290314646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8489044413290314646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/chun-li-plus-lemming-take-on-town.html' title='Chun-Li plus a Lemming take on the town...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TFnb3YbBYxI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cSYUHkeWzDg/s72-c/larchar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1759370289432243950</id><published>2010-08-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>This Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Was lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Thursday onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I had half day so went to meet the boy for lunch. Nandos... And this time I had quarter chicken with mashed potato and macho peas (which, for those that don't know, are peas mixed with some mashed up peas with like chili and stuff all up in there... they do have quite a kick... but are LUSH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping for birthday fancy dress outfits and birthday prezzies as it was Picto and Darrans birthday. I got tired of shopping before he did and begged to go to the pub... I think he was secretly uber glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the pub, met Picto and John had some laughs and then walked back to the boys house where he tried on his outfit... Fancy dress for Pictos birthday was computer game characters... he was Guybrush Threepwood from Monkey Island and he looked HOT. I don't know what it was about that costume... but I was smitten hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then randomly went to Nottingham where the boys all played football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Darrans birthday. Was cool because we all went to his and his Xbox is now fixed! YAY!! So we played rockband and some tony hawks skate game where you actually stand on a skateboard... I felt like a dick because I have no balance but I did better than a dead cow. Which is something to be proud of surely? But then again, I have never seen a dead cow play tony hawks skate game haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave him a tonne of boardgames for his birthday. All from charity shops like but awesome. The boy also got him the neighbours boardgame which we found. Darran had apparently played this before when he was a kid and was already a fan so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday came and I was hungover and still had to make a costume to make me look like a convincing Chun-Li from Streetfighter. I was in no way in the mood. I went to the boys house to get ready in the afternoon and just sat down and cried, partly because I was hungover and pathetic partly because in my rush to bring all my things over I forgot the essential safety pins I was gonna pin my costume together with because I couldn't be arsed to sew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was mostly awesome and amazing and gave me lots of cuddles. Disappeared and brought me up diet coke and chocolate biscuits and I thought nothing could get better... Then he put his costume on and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was fun. Apparently people knew who I was. Some lad came over to me in Mosh and said...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Are you dressed as Chun-Li?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: Let me see your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shocked face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy looked about 15. I am 27. Really. Hahaha. Secretly thought it was a bit cool. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lar dressed as a lemming. She looked so cool with green hair it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, put candles on and cuddled the boy loads... candles and drunk people shouldn't be allowed haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was lazy. I felt like shit and just chilled on the boys sofa til late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Lar... I felt like I had been on holiday, it was that nice a weekend with the boy, and that I dreaded Monday because everything would go back to normal. I wouldn't see him. He wouldn't text. And if he did he would be cold and mean. I hoped hoped hoped that wouldn't happen. In the bottom of my heart I always have hope that he will continue to be the awesome person I know he is... but he didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1759370289432243950?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1759370289432243950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1759370289432243950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3308156870558068501</id><published>2010-07-25T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>cupcakes what what...</title><content type='html'>Another birthday another cupcake order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time for my mums friends daughter Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla cupcakes with nutella squashed in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932445065906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUbfM_icI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rBpFFikL7ac/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUajrPGII/AAAAAAAAA74/BRCY6PWvadM/s1600/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932429086627970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUajrPGII/AAAAAAAAA74/BRCY6PWvadM/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUaf2RUtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fh2JdnJC4ik/s1600/IMG_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932428059169490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUaf2RUtI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fh2JdnJC4ik/s320/IMG_0460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUZ3LEvFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/u7MgYOAFdj4/s1600/IMG_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932417140571218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUZ3LEvFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/u7MgYOAFdj4/s320/IMG_0458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With creamy pink vanilla buttercream and pretty decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sugar paste roses...sugar paste hearts... cute heart sprinkles and lots of glitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3308156870558068501?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3308156870558068501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3308156870558068501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcakes-what-what.html' title='cupcakes what what...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyUbfM_icI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rBpFFikL7ac/s72-c/IMG_0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2347215495551419935</id><published>2010-07-25T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Lar's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was Lar's birthday on Friday and we took on the town. As you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her some beautiful cupcakes in the style of the wizard of oz... because thats what she likes and I am nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyOUvUxHAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5w6i7el1L8o/s1600/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497925732064631810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyOUvUxHAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5w6i7el1L8o/s400/IMG_0451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was amazed because I had made out that I was a shitty friend and that i had not made her anything or brought her anything and generally was a shit but then we took her to dinner and the waitress brought these out and all was redeemed and everyone in the restaurant sang happy birthday and cheered and it was sweeeeeet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah. We ate good food. We drank good wine. We had good cupcakes. We applied good bronzer. (thank you Laura Mercier ,you god you) and we danced good and hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497927698392223186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyQHMdzDdI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1Sz6xXepFGE/s320/out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for having us Leicester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2347215495551419935?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2347215495551419935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2347215495551419935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/lar-birthday.html' title='Lar&amp;#39;s Birthday'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEyOUvUxHAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5w6i7el1L8o/s72-c/IMG_0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4328357568518230968</id><published>2010-07-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>uh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I suppose if anything makes me feel not like throwing myself off a cliff its this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEmxjYmMdoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ClAUvvjX8KY/s1600/pugdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497120041638590082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEmxjYmMdoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ClAUvvjX8KY/s400/pugdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He does look sad like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4328357568518230968?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4328357568518230968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4328357568518230968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/uh.html' title='uh.'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEmxjYmMdoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ClAUvvjX8KY/s72-c/pugdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-548263003916418854</id><published>2010-07-18T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Soundhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>A glorious weekend for cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>I have been keeping myself busy with cupcakes this weekend. I baked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and it was pretty cool doing so, because I bake in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soundhouse&lt;/span&gt; kitchen now, so I get to watch bands while cakes are cooking/cooling etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cakes were left over from orders that I made so I put them in a pretty glass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cake stand&lt;/span&gt; and sell them in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soundhouse&lt;/span&gt;. Go there and buy them! Guinness choc cake this week with vanilla butter icing... These ones just looked pretty with various sprinkles and sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkxOH1QVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RpMmdssE1w8/s1600/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495276398345273682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkxOH1QVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RpMmdssE1w8/s400/IMG_0438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was Lars moms birthday so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lar&lt;/span&gt; put an order in for 6 for the lovely Jane. Jane likes a good cup of tea and a smoke... So we decided to make little ciggies and a tea pot with the words mum. I think they look lovely. With nice purple cupcake cases and lilac and purple glitter... Apparently, she loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkw31aGcI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oiT1TE9EPRE/s1600/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495276392362416578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkw31aGcI/AAAAAAAAA7A/oiT1TE9EPRE/s400/IMG_0436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this guy right... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; John. (with me sneaking in the back...) Hes my pal and I love him so being as his birthday was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; I thought I would make him some lovely cakes... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure what to do on them though and then I thought... I know... I will get creepy on his ass and try and create his head out of icing... a bit like in the "hello" video by Lionel Richie but not as detailed... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... look at his face here... and then look at the cupcakes and then compare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkwSTx01I/AAAAAAAAA64/IdsRTTP0QDQ/s1600/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495276382289253202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkwSTx01I/AAAAAAAAA64/IdsRTTP0QDQ/s400/IMG_0213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FACE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkwbmx7HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/5RkEcHKiRAo/s1600/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495276384784870514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkwbmx7HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/5RkEcHKiRAo/s400/IMG_0434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkv4DdFpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5iajDIjpETM/s1600/IMG_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495276375241463442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkv4DdFpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5iajDIjpETM/s400/IMG_0435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My bro was working the bar when I was creating this and he came into the kitchen and i said... Yo. Do you think this looks like John....? He said .... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; his hair needs to be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its true. But I worked it... I think I did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; him out a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-548263003916418854?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/548263003916418854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/548263003916418854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/glorious-weekend-for-cupcakes.html' title='A glorious weekend for cupcakes!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TEMkxOH1QVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RpMmdssE1w8/s72-c/IMG_0438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-6419831101471921311</id><published>2010-07-14T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>How's Everybodies Week Going So Far....</title><content type='html'>Its thursday which basically means its the weekend because Friday's dont count... even though they are my busy day... but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored. Literally so bored I could die. And I am totally on edge because I have to have a talk with the boy tonight. So whatever I do have to do, work-wise, I dont want to do because its boring today and not keeping my mind busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh I hate feeling like this. But things like this have been going on for ages and I suppose it cant go on forever. Its either gonna hurt like hell now or hurt like hell in the future. So maybe... like a plaster I should rip it off now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to. I wish he'd just accept me for who I am and love me loads and be happy and laugh with me. Not be afraid of what other people will think or how things will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me a wee bit paranoid. I fear hes embarrassed. He says hes not but when he freaks out about everything I dont see what else it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its making me feel like shit and become a paranoid mess, and I dont like it. So I guess I am trying to save myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-6419831101471921311?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6419831101471921311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6419831101471921311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-everybodies-week-going-so-far.html' title='How&amp;#39;s Everybodies Week Going So Far....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2751889492284444880</id><published>2010-07-13T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><title type='text'>Thanks for taking the time to browse!!</title><content type='html'>So there you have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the latest for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to do such a massive load of posts but I wanted to keep y'all up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear great things from you lot! I miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will make more of an effort from now on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2751889492284444880?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2751889492284444880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2751889492284444880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanks-for-taking-time-to-browse.html' title='Thanks for taking the time to browse!!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2874082790139861969</id><published>2010-07-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Soundhouse'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 9.... LAST ONE!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know you all know about my parents new venture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundhouseleicester.co.uk/"&gt;www.soundhouseleicester.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDz0LtfVLXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mgqejAuWQFQ/s1600/LOGO+sign+bold%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493534127511907698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDz0LtfVLXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mgqejAuWQFQ/s400/LOGO+sign+bold%5B1%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I moved Bitsys Cupcakery from my home to the Sound House kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lar... She loved living in a bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could make cupcakes for the Sound House to sell at lunchtimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for the opening weekend "Sound House is GO!" I made these little beasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDz0EoqvOiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/7i5a5eSk8XE/s1600/IMG_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493534005958490658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDz0EoqvOiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/7i5a5eSk8XE/s400/IMG_0399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemon Cupcakes Filled With Lemon Curd With Yellow Butter Icing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanilla Cupcakes with Sound House Logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2874082790139861969?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2874082790139861969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2874082790139861969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-9-last-one.html' title='Cupcake Update 9.... LAST ONE!!!!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDz0LtfVLXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mgqejAuWQFQ/s72-c/LOGO+sign+bold%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8384173842141887703</id><published>2010-07-13T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 8.....</title><content type='html'>Not long back, our friend Karl got married....&lt;br /&gt;If you recall I sent him cupcakes for his stag (bachelor) party... If you dont remember go &lt;a href="http://bitsyscupcakery.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-one-i-promise.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... about a year or so later... him and his lovely wife Maria had a little boy called Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish Mancunian asked me whether he could order some "Its a boy!" cupcakes to take down when he went to visit them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made them some pretty blue vanilla cupcakes choc full of nutella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzyIJIZJvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/YxA_cJg_DTE/s1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493531867189159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzyIJIZJvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/YxA_cJg_DTE/s400/IMG_0398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations Karl &amp;amp; Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are so lovely and Joey is uber lucky to have such awesome parents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxx&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/9185339003051111054-8384173842141887703?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8384173842141887703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8384173842141887703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-8.html' title='Cupcake Update 8.....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzyIJIZJvI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/YxA_cJg_DTE/s72-c/IMG_0398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7140168921580368479</id><published>2010-07-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 7.... (told you there'd be loads!)</title><content type='html'>Not long back I decided to put Bitsy's Cupcakery onto Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Join me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/bitsys.cupcakery"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.facebook.com/bitsys.cupcakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the first orders I got from someone I dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jag for ordering these pretty little cupcakes for her daughters birthday party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzv0l711EI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZCB6GBpx-ZY/s1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493529332300502082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzv0l711EI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZCB6GBpx-ZY/s400/IMG_0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzv0dapE4I/AAAAAAAAA6A/YmgWjkyoAcQ/s1600/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493529330013770626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzv0dapE4I/AAAAAAAAA6A/YmgWjkyoAcQ/s400/IMG_0396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanilla cupcakes with nutella centre and yellow butter icing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks again Jag... I'm so glad you, your daughter and her friends loved these!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/9185339003051111054-7140168921580368479?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7140168921580368479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7140168921580368479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-7-told-you-there-be.html' title='Cupcake Update 7.... (told you there&amp;#39;d be loads!)'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzv0l711EI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZCB6GBpx-ZY/s72-c/IMG_0397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2907974352865027755</id><published>2010-07-13T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 6...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMwQleAI/AAAAAAAAA54/pGe9NAmgOI4/s1600/IMG_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our girl got married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one of our lot to defect to the married bench...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Briar Mays became Mrs Briar Casella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made her and her new husband some pretty cupcakes as a little wedding present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMvyn14I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Fuvz1YtKgI0/s1600/IMG_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493527548239796098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMvyn14I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Fuvz1YtKgI0/s400/IMG_0243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinness Chocolate Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Casella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Happy Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuLxyKiFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0raJp8lxOwA/s1600/IMG_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493527531594877010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuLxyKiFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/0raJp8lxOwA/s400/IMG_0300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; All the girls at the most beautiful wedding ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMdI3UoI/AAAAAAAAA5o/GiqH2jreKuU/s1600/IMG_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493527543232811650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMdI3UoI/AAAAAAAAA5o/GiqH2jreKuU/s400/IMG_0288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2907974352865027755?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2907974352865027755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2907974352865027755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-6.html' title='Cupcake Update 6...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzuMvyn14I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Fuvz1YtKgI0/s72-c/IMG_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7300492505036324552</id><published>2010-07-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 5.... (sorrrrrryyyy)</title><content type='html'>Birthday cupcake order for Emma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzW5EmruSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jrdfxbHQh64/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493501921462040866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzW5EmruSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jrdfxbHQh64/s400/IMG_0241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzW4gg0EbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hfBC3dWs0Hw/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493501911773745586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzW4gg0EbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hfBC3dWs0Hw/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guinness Chocolate Cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7300492505036324552?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7300492505036324552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7300492505036324552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-5-sorrrrrryyyy.html' title='Cupcake Update 5.... (sorrrrrryyyy)'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzW5EmruSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jrdfxbHQh64/s72-c/IMG_0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8152880613508354677</id><published>2010-07-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Cake'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 4....</title><content type='html'>In June the lovely John dropped me a text and said... "Yo its Savvo's birthday soon... Can you knock me up a pizza cake? You know... a cake...that looks like a pizza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Leave it to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUUqJHGvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xlzuBSu901w/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493499096860138226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUUqJHGvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xlzuBSu901w/s400/IMG_0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUUGarIEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0HZx8FmmlLk/s1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493499087270125634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUUGarIEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0HZx8FmmlLk/s400/IMG_0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanilla cake base. Red butter icing base topped with a bit of jam for that authentic tomatoey look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherry sour discs for pepperoni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Green and red liquorice laces for peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sugarpaste sliced mushrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grated white chocolate for cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAD BOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUTl0zvfI/AAAAAAAAA44/xqtfXscKTbI/s1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493499078521372146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUTl0zvfI/AAAAAAAAA44/xqtfXscKTbI/s400/IMG_0168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pizza Cake! (Piece a cake...gettit??? hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I would feature the lovely pair because they are just so... lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUTe6FP2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/_TsWJ5b-LFA/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493499076664442722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUTe6FP2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/_TsWJ5b-LFA/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8152880613508354677?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8152880613508354677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8152880613508354677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-4.html' title='Cupcake Update 4....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzUUqJHGvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xlzuBSu901w/s72-c/IMG_0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1938645762245821855</id><published>2010-07-13T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 3...</title><content type='html'>One Friday we went to Goals Football Centre (where the boy plays his 5 a side Sunday football...) because they were having an awards evening and the boys were due some medals for being the funnest team at Goals. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picto decided, as manager of the Beardfaces, that they should do their own award for the best referee, so he decided to commission me to make some cupcakes for the team and then a slightly bigger one for the award for the ref... who is really sweet, if not a little pervy, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wanted blue and yellow cupcakes and then the main cupcake to have the Beardfaces team badge on it... I thought "no sweat". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after about 2 hours of trying to get the bastard badge right it came out quite well. (hardest bloody badge to pipe in the history of man!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took AGES. Right... Did it... Thought... Hmmm that's fine and then stupidly dropped the scissors and smeared and squashed bit of it! (What was I thinking?!?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using cocktails sticks and a steady hand cleaned it up and re piped bits... put it in the fridge... (it was roasting and it was getting all melty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took it out of the fridge to place on cupcake (was piped onto a square of sugar paste) and the sides folded down a bit to shape to the cupcake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH LOOK... all the icing I had piped has all cracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cue me storming about the house shouting at things that weren't there and then piping over the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am surprised that badge didn't stand 3 foot out from the cake the amount of layers that were on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ref and his daughter shared the cake. His little girl danced at the disco like she was on crack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the sugar baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzMBFe158I/AAAAAAAAA4o/tV8hD0uI2AU/s1600/IMG_0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489964508637122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzMBFe158I/AAAAAAAAA4o/tV8hD0uI2AU/s400/IMG_0163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzMA0l2k5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/dmFZ02qwcGU/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493489959974638482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzMA0l2k5I/AAAAAAAAA4g/dmFZ02qwcGU/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1938645762245821855?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1938645762245821855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1938645762245821855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-3.html' title='Cupcake Update 3...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzMBFe158I/AAAAAAAAA4o/tV8hD0uI2AU/s72-c/IMG_0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2094103922411049048</id><published>2010-07-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Update 2...</title><content type='html'>So, this July I baked gorgeous cupcakes for my second wedding order... I'm getting a bit good at this big order lark! This time for Charlotte &amp;amp; Paul, again at the City Rooms in Leicester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte &amp;amp; her Irish hubby, Paul asked for the Guinness Chocolate cake as they had had this when Tara ordered some cakes for their engagement present... and Paul said they were the best cupcakes he had EVER had. Take his word for it! They wanted pretty pastel cupcakes as favours for their guests to make up a beautiful table filled with pick and mix sweets in beautiful vintage jars and bowls and a three tiered wedding cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the process below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493483343302939298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzF_rkY0qI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LIjiXkO3Aeg/s400/IMG_0128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493483025098041458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFtKKbaHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/5kxIlJwvqgk/s400/IMG_0136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493483016499077026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFsqIRn6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/WrGxolnjiCY/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFsct5pyI/AAAAAAAAA34/zXZsHJ1iKBo/s1600/IMG_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493483012898793250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFsct5pyI/AAAAAAAAA34/zXZsHJ1iKBo/s400/IMG_0150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFrX4sC9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/48bEhkz-eGM/s1600/IMG_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493482994421992402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFrX4sC9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/48bEhkz-eGM/s400/IMG_0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now... on my pretty new Iphone I have a cute application to make your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look like they have been shot on a hipstamatic camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so the next couple of pics are just me showing that off.... how pretty!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFrD0ME9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mfOPW-jEu8A/s1600/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493482989034410962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzFrD0ME9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/mfOPW-jEu8A/s400/IMG_0158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pretty Pick and Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzIQrkXOjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/eO8uTNuNDSs/s1600/IMG_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493485834383866418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzIQrkXOjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/eO8uTNuNDSs/s400/IMG_0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2094103922411049048?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2094103922411049048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2094103922411049048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcake-update-2.html' title='Cupcake Update 2...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzF_rkY0qI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LIjiXkO3Aeg/s72-c/IMG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3998366046248620139</id><published>2010-07-13T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Here goes nothing...</title><content type='html'>Cupcake Update 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok my lovely lovely followers, who I have neglected for faarrrr too long, these cupcakes date waaaay back to Fathers day back in June, when the world cup was still going and England were still in. (so ages ago. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzDA3hXWyI/AAAAAAAAA24/-ZoG6SDvOc8/s1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493480065156471586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzDA3hXWyI/AAAAAAAAA24/-ZoG6SDvOc8/s400/IMG_0113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These English bad boys were a mix of double chocolate cupcakes (guinness chocolate cake with choc chips) and Vanilla choc chip cupcakes decorated with vanilla butter cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An order for Zoe... Happy Fathers day (although its belated now) Zoe's dad!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3998366046248620139?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3998366046248620139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3998366046248620139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TDzDA3hXWyI/AAAAAAAAA24/-ZoG6SDvOc8/s72-c/IMG_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2749162863678019577</id><published>2010-07-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisis'/><title type='text'>Is anyone out there....?</title><content type='html'>England (well Leicester...) is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many readers do I have??? 75? If everyone put £10 into a charity pot for me... I may well be able to take a trip somewhere or at least buy myself something pretty. I am so down and feel like I cannot get out of this hole. I just want to be away. AWAY I TELLS YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people read this? I'm sorry if you are one of the unfortunate that do. I used to be funny. Now look at me ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. Help. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2749162863678019577?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2749162863678019577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2749162863678019577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is anyone out there....?'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8794906586017324749</id><published>2010-07-09T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><title type='text'>A Little Warning... and a tiny apology...</title><content type='html'>The apology is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I havent blogged in AGGGGES. I dont know if anyone has noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except for little Quincifer over there at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quinciferrr.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...Like A Fool In The Rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, might I add, has a wicked awesome blog and is my blog pal. So go check her out)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But yeah, whether you have noticed or not. I havent... and I feel a bit sad about that. People still manage to blog who have had babies or have probably lost fingers in some kind of machinery accident but me. No. But... I think... I am pretty much back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of my black cloud and maybe you lot, you fine readers you, can help me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making cupcakes... Lots of them so as soon as I get a night to chill and upload photos you will be bombarded. Bombarded with lots of pictures that will make you dribble on your keyboard*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Much Love! xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. I appreciate all the comments left here and there in my absence...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bitsy's Cupcakery cannot be held responsible for broken and sticky keyboards due to the sheer prettiness of her cupcakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8794906586017324749?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8794906586017324749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8794906586017324749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-warning-and-tiny-apology.html' title='A Little Warning... and a tiny apology...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1185647394139936833</id><published>2010-06-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Cute Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;White Chocolate Chip Vanilla Cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White Chocolate Butter Icing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heart Shaped Sprinkles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1yXX6dKpI/AAAAAAAAA2w/m0j-W7hAOXQ/s1600/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484665667088886418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1yXX6dKpI/AAAAAAAAA2w/m0j-W7hAOXQ/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1yWxF1EoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5ewgLl1TguI/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484665656667607682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1yWxF1EoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5ewgLl1TguI/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with those who are reckless with yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary Schmich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1185647394139936833?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1185647394139936833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1185647394139936833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/cute-cupcakes.html' title='Cute Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1yXX6dKpI/AAAAAAAAA2w/m0j-W7hAOXQ/s72-c/IMG_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-9164809705775203816</id><published>2010-06-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>World Cup/Fathers Day Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vyjNEJFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/VsVhMDprLOY/s1600/Photo981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662835441312850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vyjNEJFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/VsVhMDprLOY/s320/Photo981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vy1FEFxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/luk-encnGwg/s1600/Photo982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662840239593234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vy1FEFxI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/luk-encnGwg/s320/Photo982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1v5vuOh3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/9v3-chqdnVA/s1600/Photo984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662959060715378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1v5vuOh3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/9v3-chqdnVA/s320/Photo984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vzHWocGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7O-_1NV0gRk/s1600/Photo983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662845145116770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vzHWocGI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7O-_1NV0gRk/s320/Photo983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vx30tmJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/76XKacDQKIw/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662823796447378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vx30tmJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/76XKacDQKIw/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vxaC-WuI/AAAAAAAAA14/598D8qPmsCw/s1600/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484662815803202274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vxaC-WuI/AAAAAAAAA14/598D8qPmsCw/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/9185339003051111054-9164809705775203816?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9164809705775203816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/9164809705775203816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cupfathers-day-cupcakes.html' title='World Cup/Fathers Day Cupcakes'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1vyjNEJFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/VsVhMDprLOY/s72-c/Photo981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1536604817597923169</id><published>2010-06-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Soundhouse'/><title type='text'>Check this out...</title><content type='html'>Oooh Look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster for our weekend opening festival. Make plans. Come to Leicester. Bus here. Fly here. Walk here. Train here. Drive here. Do what you can do! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1tqc3e8eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/S_PrsfBan2g/s1600/SOUNDHOUSE_WEEKENDERV2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484660497277972962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1tqc3e8eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/S_PrsfBan2g/s400/SOUNDHOUSE_WEEKENDERV2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1536604817597923169?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1536604817597923169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1536604817597923169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TB1tqc3e8eI/AAAAAAAAA1w/S_PrsfBan2g/s72-c/SOUNDHOUSE_WEEKENDERV2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7911817387807220220</id><published>2010-06-18T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Soundhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>You want to be my INSPIRATION??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no post! I have had little if anything to tell you! So this will be the most boring post in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Email Me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have something you feel you would like to say through the means of my blog do email me and I will paste you in if I feel what you have to say is worthy of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits of advice. Fun things. Nice photos. Nuts videos. (not videos about nuts... edible or genital... but you know"insane") haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I dont think I want to see a nuts video if it is either edible or genital. But feel free to try and convince me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring right now. Work is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please work, are you listening? Will you send me away? I need to get out of here! I am at my wits end! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are opening a new venue in Leicester City Centre. A music venue. If you are in or around the area and have a band or know a band or you just want to come in? We open on Saturday 3rd July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE SOUNDHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southampton Street, Leicester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will serve lunch 11-3. We will be the place to be. &lt;strong&gt;FACE FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a poster up soon. I dont have one on the work computer. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a week and a day holiday starting from next friday. As I am making lots of beautiful cupcakes for a wedding on Friday. Then the following week I am sorting out the Soundhouse making sure it is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rest for the wicked! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7911817387807220220?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7911817387807220220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7911817387807220220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-want-to-be-my-inspiration.html' title='You want to be my INSPIRATION??'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7370530606621687574</id><published>2010-06-11T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>World Cup Cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guinness Chocolate Cake &amp;amp; Vanilla cupcakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;England, Brazil, Scotland, America, USA, Ireland, Honduras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKCf3UfX0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/lrri8e9Tr5w/s1600/Photo963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481587180400762690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKCf3UfX0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/lrri8e9Tr5w/s320/Photo963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guinness Chocolate Cupcakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKCfT9Re-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LLUtSYpiOHw/s1600/Photo961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481587170908142562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKCfT9Re-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/LLUtSYpiOHw/s320/Photo961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7370530606621687574?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7370530606621687574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7370530606621687574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-cupcakes.html' title='World Cup Cupcakes...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKCf3UfX0I/AAAAAAAAA1o/lrri8e9Tr5w/s72-c/Photo963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8517819811101130324</id><published>2010-06-11T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Banana/Fudge/Choc Chip Cupcakes with Caramel Butter Icing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKBcm27EaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xE8kbDyvXA0/s1600/Photo960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481586024930546082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKBcm27EaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xE8kbDyvXA0/s320/Photo960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKBcImR84I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/EbvUR15HKzg/s1600/Photo958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481586016807678850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKBcImR84I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/EbvUR15HKzg/s320/Photo958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the title just says it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nom Nom Nom...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8517819811101130324?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8517819811101130324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8517819811101130324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/bananafudgechoc-chip-cupcakes-with.html' title='Banana/Fudge/Choc Chip Cupcakes with Caramel Butter Icing'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBKBcm27EaI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/xE8kbDyvXA0/s72-c/Photo960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1975968283744080174</id><published>2010-06-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap TV'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>... Two and A Half Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how cheesy and rubbish it is. And I hate it because I hate how Jon Cryer went from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so cool Duckie Dale in one of my favourite films....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBJTI8tpBkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5YmDo-1Yv6E/s1600/duckie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481535109664933442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBJTI8tpBkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5YmDo-1Yv6E/s320/duckie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the complete loser that is Alan in Two and a Half Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBJTI3gcCRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/iUjAyS_DVhA/s1600/jon-cryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481535108267378962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBJTI3gcCRI/AAAAAAAAA1I/iUjAyS_DVhA/s320/jon-cryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Uh. And whats with the theme tune. Is it him and Charlie Sheen and that fat little boy singing the words "Men Men Men Men Manly Men Woo Hooooo" over and over? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Terrible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just thought I would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm happy today. Made a bunch of cakes last night. Photos to come... And then the boy invited me over for dinner and we curled up and watched a film and had a sleepover. First night of lovely undisturbed sleep in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Char.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh. Also wanna say big fat HIGH FIVE to &lt;a href="http://duderay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tuesday Kid&lt;/a&gt; cuz he got a job and all that. Yay, now go get yo' self some pink wine and get yourself down by the Lagan, lazy days are over my friend, make the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1975968283744080174?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1975968283744080174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1975968283744080174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TBJTI8tpBkI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5YmDo-1Yv6E/s72-c/duckie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-2398728589783717730</id><published>2010-06-07T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Middle of the Night...</title><content type='html'>... Wishing life was like TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rlcS7Ob0T0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;A really lovely clip from Scrubs...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs gets me... Because its funny and also sad and sometimes really moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a bit of a fairytale land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make things so... Like JD says... The future can be anything you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That clip basically is what I want to happen. Maybe not now. But thats it. Is that sad? I feel a bit silly saying it. But I guess there comes a point. Maybe thats why I have been so upset. Because thats what I want... with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-2398728589783717730?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2398728589783717730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/2398728589783717730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/middle-of-night.html' title='Middle of the Night...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3617722843344584778</id><published>2010-06-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Yep that's me. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down and would rather not discuss it and bring all of yous down so as usual I will keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please buy some cupcakes. I am so poor. I mean so poor I raided my piggy bank and bought a can of diet coke with my last 50p made up of 5p's. All that's left is coppers now. And not even much of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am offering WORLD CUP cupcakes now. 6 for £10. Choose your cupcake and then I will ice the flags of any country you want on top. You know it makes sense...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't buy them you know all I am gonna do is sit at home and cry. My head hurts from all the crying. It'll be all your fault if my head explodes. You hear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl that eats her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fat mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TA1z-dJZz1I/AAAAAAAAA04/OmxAF0Sldxg/s1600/burt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480163838392913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TA1z-dJZz1I/AAAAAAAAA04/OmxAF0Sldxg/s320/burt.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kirstie Lois Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10th Dec 1982 - 6th June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I thought if I was very quiet, I would hear you. If I was still enough, you might come back"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3617722843344584778?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3617722843344584778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3617722843344584778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/TA1z-dJZz1I/AAAAAAAAA04/OmxAF0Sldxg/s72-c/burt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4365630535519017767</id><published>2010-05-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and The City'/><title type='text'>I have...</title><content type='html'>The worst Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITED for the end of this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the boy Thursday after work. Going to get him a new bed as he's a grown up and has actually brought a house! Then going cash and carry to buy regular things just massive versions hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnn LOST FINAL!! Double episode. Pizza. Beers. Last sleepover in the old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnn Friday... Off boy goes to see his friend in Sheffield and I get to see my girls! MY SEX AND THE CITY GIRLS!!! So excited to see this film. I remember two years ago like it was yesterday thinking. May. May 2010. I cannot wait. And here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another thing I have managed to completely avoid. I haven't seen the trailer. I haven't seen anything to do with it. I haven't read any stories on it. Nothing. I know nothing about this film. I am saving it alllll up for Friday. 2 years of saving! And the time is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and drinks with the girls and then whoomph there it isssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Pictos parents are down to help him move because he is moving in with the boy so that'll be nice. Then the boy is back Sunday to move his stuff. Last minute as always... and I actually love that... And its bank holiday Monday! YAYAYAYAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Facebook Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.&lt;br /&gt;No Twitter Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.&lt;br /&gt;No Telly Makes Bitsy A Dull Girl.&lt;br /&gt;No Magazines Make Bitsy A Dull Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4365630535519017767?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4365630535519017767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4365630535519017767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have.html' title='I have...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-8871376788192688356</id><published>2010-05-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden Fruit'/><title type='text'>NO LOST SPOILERS PLEEEEASE!</title><content type='html'>OHHHH. I am not watching the final of Lost until Thursday. &lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;. So I cannot look at Facebook, Twitter, Your blogs, The internet in general. Cannot have Lost conversations or conversations in general for that matter. I fear I am going to over hear something. I cannot see people. Oh. I wish I didnt have a job so I could just hide in my house watching DVDs not the television. Not reading papers or magazines. For those who know me you know that magazines are MY LIFE BLOOD. I cannot go without. I spend hundreds on magazines. Good ones. Shit ones. It doesnt matter. I love them. Well I have forbidden myself from them for FOUR WHOLE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden fruit. OH HOW I WANT YOU MORE THAN I CAN EVEN EXPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And I am in my lunch break eating my breadless soup and normally I peruse your blogs, you know to keep up to date, but I can't. JUST IN CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you are friendly and awesome and lovely and care about me enough to tell me that I can read your blog because it wont contain any LOST information in any way. Please do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or share links to cool things I can look at for I am bored. BORED. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-8871376788192688356?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8871376788192688356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/8871376788192688356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-lost-spoilers-pleeeease.html' title='NO LOST SPOILERS PLEEEEASE!'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7804003927695215576</id><published>2010-05-23T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Mancunian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirate Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><title type='text'>Glorious Weekend...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was glorious! Except the fact I am still falling apart - healthwise haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England is soooo weird. How does it go from two saturdays ago being wet and icy and windy and soooo depressing to this weekend sunbathing at 7pm at night! So weird! To be fair. I am a bit burnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this weekend was nice because it was beautiful weather. Ginger Dave was commuting from Colchester to see the boys, my Irish Mancunian was coming down and also Army Tom was back from Afghan so he was coming from Londres. So it was awesome. Kam and Darran were holding a BBQ friday night so that was lovely. Late night but lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then saturday came and we all decided to go to the park to play cricket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_m643nAUNI/AAAAAAAAA0o/W7K6h0_MKvY/s1600/DSCF7680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474612308208537810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_m643nAUNI/AAAAAAAAA0o/W7K6h0_MKvY/s400/DSCF7680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vote Shaun Dyer for Pirate Party! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahaaha &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took a wee picnic and loads of beers in cool box and went and killed it. Me and Sav didnt play this time. We have retired from cricket so we played travel scrabble, gossiped, played uno, watched the boys, sunbathed, ate cookies... that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there til like 8, still piping hot, got a bit of sunburn, headed home for a shower then met the boys in the pub for the Champions League final. Last two C.L finals I have watched have had English teams in so it was weird to watch it and there not be. Not as exciting for me but the boys will watch literally ANY football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on to Fubar and we stayed there all night. At first we were all a bit done from our day in the sun but then the Jager Bombs came out and we fucked about with You Tube. Nothing better than having your mom shut the bar at closing time and leaving you in there. Old 90s summer music on the You Tube... think Big Mountain, Charles &amp;amp; Eddie, Aswad, Inner Circle, Peter Andre... Oh and she's like the wind from the legend that is Patrick Swayze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginger dave is getting married in September and he is having She's like the wind as his first dance. Thats amazing cuz its not even a joke!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and all the cool songs from the Rocky soundtrack and Karate Kid sound track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfg97-5uhFQ"&gt;LISTEN!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, picture it... Me and these boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_m65UB1utI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0a6_tNogQG8/s1600/DSCF7701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474612315837283026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_m65UB1utI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0a6_tNogQG8/s400/DSCF7701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinking and dancing like we were 15 in our own little club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to the boy's house where he fed me Jim Beam and we watched Road trip and had a cuddle then I went home at 6am. You know when you have no stuff and its all hot and meehhh and you really want your own bed... Yeah so that was me 6am Sunday morning bright sunlight... Walk. Of. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning dog walkers, morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bit of toast... Went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday My Irish Mancunian and Army Tom came and plucked me from my pit, where I now had lost my voice completely, still cold sored up to buggery and had now developed a little ulcer right in the corner of my mouth so it hurts to eat, talk, move, anything. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, thats why I am falling apart.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, those lovely boys came and got me and we went to go look at my mothers new pub... its in the process of being done out. I hope its gonna be cool, then we went into town to shop for sunglasses. And it was ROASTING out. Then the lovely I.M brought me lunch at Handmade Burger. Pesto mozzerella and chicken. YUM. Then back to the boys to get him to go watch football. Then Lost. Penultimate Episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH. I cannot wait for the final. Its on at 5am this morning they time it is being aired in US. BUT we are saving it for Thursday. I am gonna have to shelter myself from the world until then. If someone spills the beans I will literally beat them with a baking tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sunburnt and my bedroom is hot. I am uncomfortable. My cough is still there and I cannot talk. My mouth hurts. I look like a crack whore with this coldsore and I am still fat like a hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT on the upside... I had one of the best weekends with my boys and girls. . . Put a couple of pics in for good measure. Gotta break up the rambling hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to work when its hot! My bits like a bloody greenhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of cakes to make next week so expect some actual cupcakes all up in this cupcake blogggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceeeee xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*This is what happens in England. A wee bit of sun comes out and all the men take their tops off and start acting like nobs hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shaun. Put your nips away hahaha. Love you!&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/9185339003051111054-7804003927695215576?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7804003927695215576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7804003927695215576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/glorious-weekend.html' title='Glorious Weekend...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_m643nAUNI/AAAAAAAAA0o/W7K6h0_MKvY/s72-c/DSCF7680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7754496310452938387</id><published>2010-05-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Soup...</title><content type='html'>...Without bread is like a world without sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me when you have a glorious lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is what I will be eating for the foreseeable future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;An extremely poor and horrendously fat Bitsy xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7754496310452938387?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7754496310452938387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7754496310452938387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/soup.html' title='Soup...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3166288006974974142</id><published>2010-05-19T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Doorstep Cry</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Had a row with the boy. Only because I am down and wanted attention. Nothing more. And it seems the slightest thing will set me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home to bed. I sat on the step and sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember before when I said I sobbed so hard my chest hurt. Yeah. It was that again. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to cheer the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter note... Alan wants 40 cakes for his birthday. I have no idea who he will be giving these to. An order is an order and I REALLY need the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV5ZyyCU0_g"&gt;I love this song more than words can say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably not want you want to listen to when you're a bit sad, but it has nice memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heard it on Katy's Ipod when we were on holiday in LA and this, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pp9S_QirwhQ"&gt;Wish you Were here by Incubus&lt;/a&gt; (Oh Brandon you beautiful beautiful man) and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzpijLuO5qs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger&lt;/a&gt; were our LA songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3166288006974974142?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3166288006974974142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3166288006974974142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/doorstep-cry.html' title='Doorstep Cry'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-611190392619983245</id><published>2010-05-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><title type='text'>Techno-phobe</title><content type='html'>I am trying to link this blog up to twitter... but I am failing miserably... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. It all looks weird. But it may well have to do because its starting to bore me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone nice to come in and say... " Now Bitsy... you sit down and have a cuppa and I will fix all of this for you and make it all pretty and nice in no time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest... I spend a lot of time dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-611190392619983245?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/611190392619983245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/611190392619983245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/techno-phobe.html' title='Techno-phobe'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-1547445485547422045</id><published>2010-05-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank Yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD exchange'/><title type='text'>CD Exchange of Awesome-ness</title><content type='html'>Remember a while I ago I participated in a CD swap with a lovely lass called &lt;a href="http://bicoastally.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt; well... I got my stuff from her! It has been a while and its my own laziness that I have reported this late! Sorry Claire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cool looking envelope on my dining room floor when I got back from work! Sure made a cool change to bill this, bill that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M_MEx9mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fm9SQ1cpwmI/s1600/CD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472787448859564498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M_MEx9mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fm9SQ1cpwmI/s400/CD.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A really cute little card with a wee note in about how cool it was to be part of the exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M7lJi9zKI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SBP0KnPltrk/s1600/Photo867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472783481589058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M7lJi9zKI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SBP0KnPltrk/s400/Photo867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then the two CDs came in this super cool little booklet thing that Claire had made! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M7k4a_m3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/uA1R1Ca0AsI/s1600/Photo830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472783476992220018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M7k4a_m3I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/uA1R1Ca0AsI/s400/Photo830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was totally overwhelmed by the packaging alone! It was sooooo cool! I felt a bit bad that mine was a bit second rate! But at least I know for next time what I need to aim for! Never under estimate how crafty/arty/talented/thoughtful people are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take a picture of the CDs I dont know why. I think it was because I had one of them in the stereo in the kitchen and the other one in the stereo in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are crammed with the most awesome songs. And although some stuff I may well have not picked myself I love it all which has opened my eyes to a lot of things and some stuff, well! I was amazed because it was totally stuff I would like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Claire! When I get some time I might even send you some other stuff just because its nice to have a little bit of a penpal hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of any more of these snazzy little exchange things please tell me because it was the first one i did and I really really enjoyed it! It really made my day to receive such lovely things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Claire, thank you so much!! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-1547445485547422045?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1547445485547422045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/1547445485547422045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/cd-exchange-of-awesome-ness.html' title='CD Exchange of Awesome-ness'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M_MEx9mdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Fm9SQ1cpwmI/s72-c/CD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-6851484820496035949</id><published>2010-05-18T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel....</title><content type='html'>Nearly time for my 2nd wedding order. June 25th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made some more tester cupcakes for the lovely Charlotte just to make sure I had it right. She wanted simple pastels and sprinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M6dsD1iQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/AkXB3aZv25g/s1600/Photo828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472782253903153410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M6dsD1iQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/AkXB3aZv25g/s400/Photo828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Check out the cute little polka dot cups they are baked in. I have never used anything like that but they were the only pink polka dot cake cases I could find which were of a decent size. But they're quite sturdy and pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, I think this is what we are going with. 150 times over! Wooooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-6851484820496035949?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6851484820496035949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/6851484820496035949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the Chapel....'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_M6dsD1iQI/AAAAAAAAA0A/AkXB3aZv25g/s72-c/Photo828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-7243149532195641048</id><published>2010-05-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poorly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>It's late in the night...</title><content type='html'>And I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought maybe I should take this chance to blog about whats gone on in the past couple of weeks. Nothing major really. Mostly work. But a few bits. I hope I don't bore you. I really don't have the energy to write but I feel bad for not writing. It's so weird how this blogging thing gets a hold on you hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I will report that right now I feel disgusting. Basically I am ill from work and I have just been stressing about my backlog and blah blah because it is my busiest time. I went in this morning because I physically couldn't stand it and I think it was making me feel worse and it didn't seem like I had that much to do and I managed to delegate some stuff to my friend Alicia who is temping to help out the other girls and they didn't have much for her to do. I felt bad for dumping stuff on her but it kinda lifted the pressure on me a wee bit. And I have a sore throat. Sunday and Monday I had chills. Today oh look! A cold sore. On my lip. Basically, that was the final straw. I burst into tears and that was the end of me for the day. I went home. The bus from work fucked me over. I ended up having to walk for ages to get home because I got dropped by the train station. I am skint. So managed to scab £5 off my brother and went to the shop. Brought junk food and ate it ALL. And I feel like a dirty tramp. If my throat wasn't killing like it is, and I hadn't have had a bad experience with trying to make myself sick when I thought I had eaten a wrong frozen meal, I would have tried to have thrown it all up. That's how disgusting I feel. I feel like a big fat ugly blob of doom. And I text the boy to say I was sobbing on a bus and I needed cheering and he didn't text me for like 4 hours and then when he did said he wasn't going to cheer because he had been in interviews all afternoon so wasn't in the mood. Thanks. Sometimes I do wonder what on earth I expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the boys Sunday night football team award evening. Which was just a silly little get together that involved drinking cake and silly awards. The boys always do these awards at the end of each season which only lasts about 1 month (haha) then they get together and have dinner and then meet us girls out for drinks and they give out awards to each other. But this time Kam, Sav &amp;amp; I decided that we would do our own set of silly awards and we made rosettes for each winner. It was a lot of fun, even when halfway through making the rosettes we wanted to give up because they were taking so long, but the look on the boy's faces was worth it. And we were proud of the end product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_Mw1ZpUPyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LsDiJPVK99Y/s1600/Photo841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472771666160664354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_Mw1ZpUPyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LsDiJPVK99Y/s400/Photo841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were them. We ended up making ten of them...phewwww. Took LONGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening and we ended up staying in mums bar til late and when it was just the Boy, Darran, Nuj, Kam &amp;amp; I the boys had one of their "wrestling matches" the kind they used to have back in the day when we always stayed out late in the bar when I worked there, the kind that have me and Kam in stitches of laughter and it was so much fun. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Laura's birthday in John and Sav's garden. The weather was nice which was a change and it was nice to mingle around drink appletinis and eat pringles. Then we went inside when it got cooler and watches silly things on you tube featuring Brian Blessed. Who the boys LOVE. He makes anything funny just with his laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMMIhJOXY1w"&gt;Watch this episode of Henry 8.0&lt;/a&gt; its only mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with the boy and had a sleepover which was nice. Went to sleep laaaate. And was woken up by my friend Mark calling to remind me he was coming to get me so we could take Brodie out for the afternoon! What?! Oh no. I am hungover and tired. OK fine. Went to the countryside and looked at a model village. We were going to go to &lt;a href="http://www.wistow.com/maze.asp"&gt;Wistow Maze&lt;/a&gt; but we fucked up a bit because it hadn't even grown yet and wasn't open until the end of July haha. So we took her to the pub for some lunch. I wasn't eating and decided to go meet Kam Darran &amp;amp; the Boy for a roast at the &lt;a href="http://www.publeicesterle2.co.uk/"&gt;Old Horse&lt;/a&gt; and I thought I would walk there and in my hungover tired state I thought i was only 15 mins away as it was a straight road from where I was. Shame I didn't click on how long it was. I reckon if Darran hadn't have been so kind as to have rescued me I would have been walking for a good hour maybe 2. And my converse shoe had started to rub on my heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the cricket later on. England beat Australia to win the 20/20 World Cup. So that was pretty awesome. Then went to the football with the boy and they lost. Boo. Then came home to watch lost. I watched last weeks and this weeks. I cried when I watched last weeks. I actually sobbed. I guess we are probably behind a wee bit on America but it was the one where the gang get on the sub. Well if you watch it you know how it ends. I felt utterly sad and depressed. So the boy made me beef and mushroom noodles and I remembered why I think hes awesome. Still feeling ill at this point wearing a jumper a jacket and a scarf in the house drinking tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then couldn't speak when I woke up on Monday. So that's that. I can't remember any further back than that? I don't think anything of interest happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Lar is back from the states. She brought me back Victoria's Secrets pants with a cupcake on, and some magnets from Hollywood and Vegas for my international fridge magnet collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to contribute to my international fridge magnet collection, feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone lives in the USA and would like to purchase &lt;a href="http://designsonyoujeromeaz.com/_product_81296/Parrot_Palm_Tree_Sunglasses"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE BEAUTIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and send them to me because they only ship to the USA. Gab has a picture of her in them and I cannot believe she didn't buy them!! I collect sunnies and these are frickin fab! Even if you don't want to send them to me out of the goodness of your heart... Just go look and do yourself a favour and purchase them for yourself and spread some happiness about your city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might leave this post here and maybe start a new one with some cakes on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know. An advertisement just came on the TV for the penultimate episode of Lost on Friday. It was all dramatic. I truly and honestly do not know what I will do when it ends. What will happen to Sundays? (we record it save it and all get together Sunday after the football and watch it) We will have to life in normal society again. Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-7243149532195641048?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7243149532195641048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/7243149532195641048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-late-in-night.html' title='It&amp;#39;s late in the night...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_Mw1ZpUPyI/AAAAAAAAAzw/LsDiJPVK99Y/s72-c/Photo841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4360332112994476599</id><published>2010-05-17T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poorly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologies'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>I have been uber busy... at work and in general... and now I am ill. So I haven't posted or wanted to post. I still don't. But I thought I would just let y'all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! Claire! Just to let you know I got my Cd's from you in the post and I love love LOVE them. And I promise I will write more when I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Patient with me. Send me Chocolate. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much (poorly) love people xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_GvvWh_khI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jtzs04LI8f4/s1600/tache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472348250268733970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_GvvWh_khI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jtzs04LI8f4/s400/tache.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4360332112994476599?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4360332112994476599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4360332112994476599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-sorry.html' title='I&amp;#39;m sorry...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S_GvvWh_khI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jtzs04LI8f4/s72-c/tache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-5346777728365113235</id><published>2010-05-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dulverton Palace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><title type='text'>2 Lovely Things In.My.Home...</title><content type='html'>SO, thought I would play this game again... I haven't done in a while... have linked up on &lt;a href="http://bacwoodsfern.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kass's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Cuz she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things I love around my home... Hmmm. I had a think and I was in the kitchen at the time and I thought. Feck! I love most things... Right... What's nice or meaningful or something and close to snap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9xE6x3T2sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eLo4EPRLyqg/s1600/Photo817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466319824329366210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9xE6x3T2sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eLo4EPRLyqg/s400/Photo817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I bought this when I lived with Lar and Zod. It signified everything about how we felt about living in Dulverton Palace and it still holds true now. I never thought I would be as happy as I am living with either Lar &amp;amp; Zod or just Lar. So its nice. And its a really cute thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I absolutely &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9xE6j9AqwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2oaDic9hh7Y/s1600/Photo816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466319820595178242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9xE6j9AqwI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2oaDic9hh7Y/s400/Photo816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hello Kitty toaster. I love it because I love Hello Kitty, like loads, and I also love it because the boy got it for me and it shows that he knows the kind of shit I like and I thought it was really sweet and thoughtful and I really didn't expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. you should buy a Hello Kitty toaster because when it toasts it toasts Hello Kitty into the bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh... On the subject of toast. I had toast for breakfast. Oh toast. Loveeeee you.&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/9185339003051111054-5346777728365113235?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5346777728365113235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/5346777728365113235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-lovely-things-inmyhome.html' title='2 Lovely Things In.My.Home...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9xE6x3T2sI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eLo4EPRLyqg/s72-c/Photo817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-4938100282542245016</id><published>2010-04-30T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>So the boy put in a little request...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you make peanut butter cupcakes? Because I always think that peanut butter should be sweet and its not so I thought that maybe if you mixed it with chocolate it would be nice? So I thought maybe you could make peanut butter and chocolate cupcakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah. I was amused by this but I thought... I freakin love peanut butter and you should love it too... So yeah I will do that, partly because you are lovely and you only need ask and I do anything (ha) and partly because I have wanted to make these for some time. Just needed a little nudge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I actually invented a recipe. I replaced the butter with peanut butter...well some of it...and that's all I will give away. Oh except for the fact that I put bits of Cadburys Fudge in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdITFVpAJvM"&gt;A finger of fudge is just enough...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peanut Butter Cupcake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlItXMOkI/AAAAAAAAAys/nL8zsFAA5dg/s1600/Photo808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073773034453570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlItXMOkI/AAAAAAAAAys/nL8zsFAA5dg/s400/Photo808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filled with chopped up bits of Cadburys Fudge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlJSqAerI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9vJraXR0S8E/s1600/Photo809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073783045487282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlJSqAerI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9vJraXR0S8E/s400/Photo809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Nutella Icing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crumbled up Cadburys Twirl on Top....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Cadburys... Sponsor me? Yeah? Go on... I'm nice...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlIIDz23I/AAAAAAAAAyc/JJilnad3Gp8/s1600/Photo806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073763021052786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlIIDz23I/AAAAAAAAAyc/JJilnad3Gp8/s400/Photo806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuppy Cuppy Cake... In My HAND...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlIdtxyGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-QF1JSYLv84/s1600/Photo807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466073768834222178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlIdtxyGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-QF1JSYLv84/s400/Photo807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nom Nom Nom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for inventing it boy... ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can thank me later for making it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-4938100282542245016?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4938100282542245016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/4938100282542245016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/04/peanut-butter-cupcakes.html' title='Peanut Butter Cupcakes...'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9tlItXMOkI/AAAAAAAAAys/nL8zsFAA5dg/s72-c/Photo808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185339003051111054.post-3363291557489082650</id><published>2010-04-29T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:16:29.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Kamrun's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my awesome friend Kamrun's birthday... she is the baby of the gang and is only 25. I feel pretty lame because they are all out at the pub only around the corner but I am cream crackered and instead am in bed blogging. Work is knackering me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did do good things... I saw her last night and we did silly things like drink Malibu and Milk (try it... it really is awesome!) chatted for hours and then went on an adventure and followed the boys whilst they were flyering for the Pirate Party... you know the sort of thing... running quietly hiding behind trees and cars trying not to giggle. Was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today text her nice birthday messages only for her to say she felt sad and didnt like birthdays and was at work and it was crappo. I hadnt had time to get her a present so I ordered for a beautiful bunch of flowers to be delivered the same day to her work, I couldnt have her feeling sad! I would absolutely die if someone sent me flowers to work so worded the card as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Kamrun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receiving flowers at work is the gayest thing so... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of Love, Char xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah and true to form she received them and died of embarrassment. But the thought was there and she did love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then I made her a cute card...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkzmiFOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ciSJTuidaWQ/s1600/Photo800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465692725210911970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkzmiFOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ciSJTuidaWQ/s400/Photo800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And then I went home and made her snickers cupcakes because snickers is her fave chocolate bar. Another invention. The photos are crap. Shakey hand tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snickers chopped up on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark chocolate melted into the butter icing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a slab of snickers plonked on the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkjww0XI/AAAAAAAAAyM/zos8c7QiKcM/s1600/Photo804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465692720958853490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkjww0XI/AAAAAAAAAyM/zos8c7QiKcM/s400/Photo804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkMORxAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/o9PedokI_2s/s1600/Photo801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465692714640196610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkMORxAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/o9PedokI_2s/s400/Photo801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Happy Birthday Kamrun... You truely are AWESOME! ♥ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185339003051111054-3363291557489082650?l=shaylahfawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3363291557489082650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185339003051111054/posts/default/3363291557489082650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylahfawn.blogspot.com/2010/04/kamrun-birthday.html' title='Kamrun&amp;#39;s Birthday'/><author><name>andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432430835018238362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HxER3_1BBQQ/S9oKkzmiFOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ciSJTuidaWQ/s72-c/Photo800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
