<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850779823822143461</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:53.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From LA to Where???</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577558713660582551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M51ompr_sfQ/SMqrVDU-ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/YiaRQ76Lb6U/S220/coral+dress.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850779823822143461.post-5554338465019288385</id><published>2011-03-03T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:04:08.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Suites</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oulX0gSTBsE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850779823822143461-5554338465019288385?l=fromlatowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5554338465019288385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850779823822143461&amp;postID=5554338465019288385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/5554338465019288385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/5554338465019288385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/2011/03/washington-suites.html' title='Washington Suites'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577558713660582551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M51ompr_sfQ/SMqrVDU-ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/YiaRQ76Lb6U/S220/coral+dress.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oulX0gSTBsE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850779823822143461.post-4687831837681773106</id><published>2008-09-26T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:56:23.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new clothes</title><content type='html'>It never really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that I would not have the same 99 pound, 21 year old, body forever, and what is even worse that one day you just wake up and it seems that your body changed over night.  Now most people would look at me and and see a cute, skinny girl so it is hard for me to really over complain about the issue, but in all girls over night you will get a woman's body and it will no longer be the hot girl body but hot woman's body, because we are all hot in our own ways.  I just find it crazy that we don't know about it before it comes and when we go to put on our hot going out jeans something inside you just says this doesn't look right.  So of course we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; more, eat healthier and rack up a crap load of credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we need new wardrobes.  But who says it all has to always be like that?  Can't you just pretend to be 21 for a night so you can feel better about yourself?  I like to do that about once a month and the funny thing is people out and about totally buy it.  I of course don't really feel 21 anymore.  I don't have the endurance, I can't stay out all night, I can't drink as much as I use to (not nearly as much), but it is really fun to pretend and act up about it, and it works.  Go be 21 this weekend and have a drink for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850779823822143461-4687831837681773106?l=fromlatowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4687831837681773106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850779823822143461&amp;postID=4687831837681773106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/4687831837681773106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/4687831837681773106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-clothes.html' title='new clothes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577558713660582551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M51ompr_sfQ/SMqrVDU-ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/YiaRQ76Lb6U/S220/coral+dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850779823822143461.post-6193684555735204499</id><published>2008-09-13T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:22:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite 30</title><content type='html'>So me and most of my friends are almost 30, but not quite there yet, and everything seems so awkward. I guess that for some reason when you are in your young 20's turning 30 feels so far away and so much older, meaning that I would be a complete adult when I turn 30. I feel that it is almost like the preteen years of being older. Everyone graduates, tries to start a career, some get married, some are still single, some are starting to have children and unfortunately some are already talking about divorce. Everyone kind of just lives and doesn't really know what to do next. I guess that is part of life, taking it as it comes and trying to deal with it and enjoy it along the way. And maybe it is just different then what "we" are used to because our parents grew up in a much faster pace then any of us do. Is that because we are more selfish? Or living longer? Luckily I am the type of person that adapts easily and loves to be spontaneous with what I am doing with my life. But even for me, who has worked in almost every different kind of job industry, just because I like to be different and try new things that sound fun, I too find myself trying to figure life out. As we have all heard many times from many people is take life as it comes. But I would like to add, that even in hard times when life seems bleak, take life as it comes but try and have fun while doing it. If you don't know what to do with yourself, try different things, meet different people in different circles and travel to different spots of the world. And it is OK to not know how to handle or what is coming next, sit down with a bottle of wine, or go for a good hike or swim and learn to clear your head and keep your endorphins up, this will help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850779823822143461-6193684555735204499?l=fromlatowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6193684555735204499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850779823822143461&amp;postID=6193684555735204499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/6193684555735204499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/6193684555735204499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-quite-30.html' title='Not Quite 30'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577558713660582551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M51ompr_sfQ/SMqrVDU-ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/YiaRQ76Lb6U/S220/coral+dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850779823822143461.post-6206609934430483638</id><published>2008-09-07T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:17:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Here</title><content type='html'>When I was 23 I would never have dreamt that I would go on a cruise to the Caribbean and find Mr. Right.  Only Mr. Right was in the wrong spot.  I was living in southern California, pretty much right on the beach and working in the movie industry.   He was running an insurance agency right outside of Washington DC, three hours away from any beach and full of conservative, stuck up people.  I thought for sure it would never work.  Well four and half years later he popped the question with a beautiful ring.  It was now the dilemma of who was going where and since he was running a family business I agreed to come to the DC area but only for a couple of years because DC life wasn’t for me.  It’s now been a year and half since I’ve been here, I can’t say that I love it but I am dealing with it and I have learned that sometimes in life you have to just deal with things for them to get better.  Or as the Rolling Stones say, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find that you get what you need.” &lt;br /&gt;            I consider myself a very social person but finding friends here has not been easy.  I went from being the social butterfly to nonexistent.  I was depressed for a while, not just grumpy, gloomy, depressed but seriously unhappy that is until one day I woke up and got over myself, which is what most people need to do!  There is a lot to do here and people worth meeting.  I’m constantly going and I do this so I don’t get down.  And I have found that I am ok and I have done and seen a lot of really cool things and I still have the same great friends that I constantly talk to and give advice to on the West Coast.  I just talked to Sandra today, a great friend from college, and happen to be an almost 30-year old virgin.  I have been trying to break her into life for years and as soon as I am gone of course she finds a guy at a bar, no they didn’t sleep together, but they had an amazing make out session!  So I cheered and rooted her on from the phone.  Making out is a major thing for this girl, when we were all out at the bars during college, making out with every other guy and having a great time, she would just be there wishing for something to happen.  Because I am me I always tried to make sure that at least a dance did.  So though it was only a make out, it was a major make out for this girl!  And though I am away I still am that friend that her girlfriends love to call and get advice from and always have a great life experience to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4850779823822143461-6206609934430483638?l=fromlatowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6206609934430483638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4850779823822143461&amp;postID=6206609934430483638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/6206609934430483638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4850779823822143461/posts/default/6206609934430483638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromlatowhere.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-here.html' title='I Am Here'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17577558713660582551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M51ompr_sfQ/SMqrVDU-ydI/AAAAAAAAABE/YiaRQ76Lb6U/S220/coral+dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
