<?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-3750656940155981723</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:30:27.120-05:00</updated><category term='can I?'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='travel'/><category term='fly'/><category term='remaining friends'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='websites'/><category term='coming back soon'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='items I want back'/><category term='motivationless'/><category term='sicky'/><category term='no trip?'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Labeless character</title><subtitle type='html'>A bit of this and a bit of that about the FETTE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-3176298525673141006</id><published>2009-12-05T04:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:18:24.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Quebec City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWxzwRYCqY0/Sxot1szGe5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SxlMpUWs_2k/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWxzwRYCqY0/Sxot1szGe5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SxlMpUWs_2k/s320/Picture+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411688302820883346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite photos I took on a recent trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quebec City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends and me decided it was time to go on a photography trip.&lt;br /&gt;He suggested Old Quebec City and I readily agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed a massive suitcase full of anything I could possibly need over 4-5 days (mono pod, duct tape, tons of clothes, half my bathroom, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first full day of shooting, it started raining about half way through. This was a bit disheartening for me and my love of my dSLR and not wanting to get it drenched. At least this cleared out the most part of pedestrians on the street I wanted to check out (Rue du Petit Champagn). (Photo above from that day). We wandered in and out of stores some featuring many unique items and local art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was antoher grey day. After a few hours of wandering around  photographing main streets, side streets, random this and  that....it was becoming extremely demotivating for me see grey old stone buildings barely creating a contrast against a grey-almost white over-exposed sky. On top of the lack of sun and blue skies, it was cold. I headed back to the hotel for some alone time to regather my motivation and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was all blue skies and sun! This reenergized me and my motivation levels to a much higher level. Took hundreds of photos. I think I was button happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 (technically 5) we were homebound by 330pm in a taxi heading to the airport. It was nice to be home, but definitely valued and enjoyed the time away. Just getting out of the city was great. It makes me miss my weekend trips to the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3750656940155981723-3176298525673141006?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/3176298525673141006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=3176298525673141006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3176298525673141006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3176298525673141006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2009/12/quebec-city.html' title='Quebec City'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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/_VWxzwRYCqY0/Sxot1szGe5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SxlMpUWs_2k/s72-c/Picture+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-4010667902577826965</id><published>2009-11-17T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:59:53.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Note</title><content type='html'>To those who seem to like calling my work line (you know who you are). Please stop. Seriously. This is my work place. It is not appropriate for your constant calling. I do not have time for personal calls. I share a work space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-4010667902577826965?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/4010667902577826965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=4010667902577826965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/4010667902577826965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/4010667902577826965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-note.html' title='One More Note'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-3850517369575694031</id><published>2009-11-17T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:47:43.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming back soon'/><title type='text'>World Hold On</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to forget to write here. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, in all truth...not much new is going on in the world I share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise...I'm still doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts...I'm still photographing and trying to make sure my work is seen...for now online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music and relaxing in my office. doing some work that needs to be done and taking a quick break to say hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I will go back to doing work...hopefully I will remember to pop on here more often with thought provoking and intelligent things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-3850517369575694031?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/3850517369575694031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=3850517369575694031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3850517369575694031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3850517369575694031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-hold-on.html' title='World Hold On'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-6468924341388622818</id><published>2007-11-12T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:08:55.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappiest Latte EVER!</title><content type='html'>How much does it suck when you walk 5 mins/direction to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Second Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get your favorite holiday latte and when it's actually cool enough to drink...you are back in your office, taste it and it tastes like the barista..or is it barrister (male?) hehe.. umm gave you one that tastes like he managed to figure out the&lt;strong&gt; espresso&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; part, but completely lacks the flavour part of it. Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latte is horrible.  If I wanted to drink &lt;strong&gt;espresso&lt;/strong&gt; flavoured milk, I'd stay at work and conjure up something.  FFS!  This sucks.  I don't have time to go back, because my break time is done.  So I have this $4 drink sitting here that tastes like s**t, but feel compelled to drink it due to paying for it.  I think from now on I'll have to try and leave 10 mins earlier, so I can get off the streetcar and go to the &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Second Cup&lt;/span&gt; where the girls know how to make the best &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; latte around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my brief ranting and raving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-6468924341388622818?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/6468924341388622818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=6468924341388622818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/6468924341388622818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/6468924341388622818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/11/crappiest-latte-ever.html' title='Crappiest Latte EVER!'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-777879889617556450</id><published>2007-11-12T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:51:54.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss fette</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a very long time it seems.  I will have to give a point form listed update of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had my first photography public showing!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;My work is still up and for sale at:  &lt;strong&gt;PeriDot Resto Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;  in &lt;strong&gt;Toronto&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;81 Bloor St E&lt;/strong&gt; (just east on Yonge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I did the photoshoot for the hair contest...so my hair is still &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm maintaining it..with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;...it wasn't too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been working on my photos a lot lately and taking photos whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got 4 hours of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;new ink&lt;/span&gt; on my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's pretty much the last few months in a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;  Life has been extremely busy and always interesting as can be expected.  I never really did lead a "normal" life and I'm glad.  There's been some twists, some turns and some fun bumps along the way, but everything is making sense and falling nicely into place. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and get something together for shebytches this week, as I've been hardcore slacking lately.  &lt;strong&gt;BAD ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-777879889617556450?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/777879889617556450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=777879889617556450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/777879889617556450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/777879889617556450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/11/miss-fette.html' title='miss fette'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-7698415750010106723</id><published>2007-07-09T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:04:28.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><title type='text'>Flying out of windows</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my office gazing out my huge window.  I'm on the top floor (only 5 stories) and all I want to do is fly out that window and wake up somewhere new.  I don't mean waking up in some hospital packaged up in plaster with respirators pumping oxygen in me.  I am referring to waking up somewhere brand new.  Starting again from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;If my job wasn't so awesome I likely would have done this years ago.  Now, I should say.  I truly love my friends and family and all that is here, but I'm sure they would all be happy for me where ever I went as long as I was happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though maybe because a lot has been going on behind the scenes in my life that is why I'm having my yearly random urge to leave.  Maybe it just means a new chapter in my life is starting again.  I guess time will tell and we'll see where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was decent.  Saw lots of friends, wiggled my bum, had alone time and had not even close to enough sleep.  Now, I'm tryingto figure out how to sketch a wave...argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-7698415750010106723?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/7698415750010106723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=7698415750010106723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/7698415750010106723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/7698415750010106723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/07/flying-out-of-windows.html' title='Flying out of windows'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-766518022220416941</id><published>2007-06-21T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:01:57.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>up to the date</title><content type='html'>Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I inform you all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my birthday was...well it was my birthday.  Yup.  Not too exciting.  Though I did get to go to The KEG Mansion finally!!!  Yay!  Amazing environment to eat in.  I want to move in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom still hasn't called, which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I did get my first cake in about 17 years!!  That was pretty exciting.  Yes, that's how sad my life is.  That I get excited when I get a cake for my birthday.  I have gotten shared ones in the past between my uncle and me, but they are always cheesecake, because he loves cheesecake and I dislike it a lot.  EWwW, I sound like a silly 12 year old ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bday lunch in a couple mins, then another one tomorrow!!  WHeeEee.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I shall be EYES for my grand ma at the Mandarin.  EWWw, but grand ma likes it so I'll be a good grand daughter and eat that crap, hopefully they have some sushi or something I can not get overly grossed out by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's lunch time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-766518022220416941?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/766518022220416941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=766518022220416941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/766518022220416941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/766518022220416941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/06/up-to-date.html' title='up to the date'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-6521911386822885221</id><published>2007-06-18T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:45:23.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Pity PArty</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's my Birthday. I think this gives me full whining rights or whatever the fuck I want to write about. I really am not as narcissistic as this will come out sounding...it's just Monday and I'm bummed and what not.&lt;br /&gt;First off I'm at work...on my break so I can write this if I please.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have woken up to not one single birthday email in my inbox. That's pretty depressing. Maybe only because for the last few years my birthday has been a big fucking deal. Maybe everyone is sick of me...who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly..dinner tonight..I won't even go there. Let's just say my plans were cancelled not by me, I know and understand why...but it's still disappointing on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly...this was the first year in like 5 years I have made my own breakfast and eaten it alone on my birthday. That actually truly sucked and was depressing. Also no one offered to take me out for birthday lunch this year. It's generally pretty hard to actually depress me, but maybe because I'm used to people making a big deal about me one day a year I've grown accustomed to it, I'm feeling pretty let done and sad this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...it's 11:20am and none of my family members have called yet. My mom and grand ma are usually quite awesome about this. My so-called dad is generally impressed with himself if he calls within the week and my aunt and uncle will likely have left a message by the end of the day...I don't expect them to have called by now. They never forget :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will take myself to get a frappuchino, cause it is MY birthday after all. Then I shall grumble and whatever in my office after, catching up on some work while having a pity party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 20 minutes later and I just wanted to add something, even though my friends don't read this. I know exactly what would help me feel better.  If for once someone would throw a bday event for me.  In high school my friends would tell me they were going to throw me a surprise party, when my bday rolled around and waved goodbye nothing had happened.  That's why the last few years I have always had to make the plans and everything.  I just wish for once someone would think to be the one to organize something big and fun for my birthday.  Is that really asking a lot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-6521911386822885221?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/6521911386822885221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=6521911386822885221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/6521911386822885221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/6521911386822885221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-pity-party.html' title='Birthday Pity PArty'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-8389027328939372917</id><published>2007-05-28T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:25:35.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY WISHLIST</title><content type='html'>As my birthday is slowly but quickly approaching, I know it's time to start generating a BIRTHDAY WISHLIST!!  Maybe I already have and don't remember??  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have one brewing in my head right now, that needs to be shared for those who can't think of something creative on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black housecoat/robe&lt;br /&gt;2. 2-day Tickets to the VIRGIN music festival in Sept&lt;br /&gt;3. Tickets to Wake Stock (Deftones are playing!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Canon macro lens that will work with a Canon 30D SLR (even a Sigma is kewl as it is significantly cheaper, not as good quality, but hey, such is life)&lt;br /&gt;5. Canon Powershot SD430 camera (I need something that is light and easy to carry around)&lt;br /&gt;6. Pretty skin&lt;br /&gt;7. Plugs for my ears that screw on and have a star design, gauged either 8 or 6. It has to be a screw on type as others fall out of my stretchy ears.&lt;br /&gt;8. Canon EW-63II Hood (28-105) lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRm..that's all I can really think of, unless someone wants to take me on vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More may be coming...we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-8389027328939372917?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/8389027328939372917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=8389027328939372917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8389027328939372917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8389027328939372917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-wishlist.html' title='BIRTHDAY WISHLIST'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-1499385103203801074</id><published>2007-05-23T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:33:56.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>holy moly BATMAN</title><content type='html'>Well well well, look who it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoot whoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all none of you that read this I will recount my actions lately.&lt;br /&gt;All weekend (which was extended) I was at my cottage relaxing and enjoying akdov.  It was great to get up north and be out of the city for a little bit.  I know it is good for my own mental health, so I don't let my mind out of my head and lose it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRm..what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I shall get back into pseudo-modelling.  I say pseudo, only because I will never call myself a model.  I love doing photoshoots for photographers, but it's not like I have people lined up around the block wanting to shoot me.  Though, it seems I may very possibly be working with a known Toronto photographer for a series/project he is doing which is of great interest to me and think suitable for me to be posing for. &lt;br /&gt;I've also had a couple other photographers ask to work with me doing some shoots and such. I think the only interest in me is that I am rather unique looking and intense. I can look 19 and I can look 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I have been putting up a couple photos a week on deviant.. &lt;a href="http://amberfette.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://amberfette.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;  so check there often!!  Feel free to inquire about buying work too...come on I'm a starving artist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front... I won a garden plot!  I entered a contest where I had to write a 100 word essay as to why I wanted a garden plot in downtown Toronto and won one of only 12 plots!! For some reason I knew I would get it.  Finally my writing skills won me something...though I do really lack writing skills, but that's why I blog and write for shebytches and stuff.  To hopefully have my skills constantly growing and developing.  I would love to write and photograph some day as a career.  I love my regular job, but it is taxing on my health with my disorder (Narcolepsy).  See, this is why I need you all to buy my photos!! (ok, they aren't that great, but I try).&lt;br /&gt;WHeeE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going back up north for a wedding reception.  I have to supervise those crazy kids under the influence...actually more like photograph them while under the influence!!  HEHehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to go attempt to write a piece for Shebytches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-1499385103203801074?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/1499385103203801074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=1499385103203801074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/1499385103203801074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/1499385103203801074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-moly-batman.html' title='holy moly BATMAN'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-3366366405294955021</id><published>2007-04-30T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:32:20.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicky'/><title type='text'>moving mountains</title><content type='html'>ARgh.  What an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;icky&lt;/span&gt; feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day you wake up feeling like a &lt;strong&gt;Mack&lt;/strong&gt; truck or something of that caliber ran you over a couple times in your sleep, when you were laying low and had no control of this evil wrong doing.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you probably get my drift..I feel kind of like ass or something like that, because I'm coming down with a cold.  Working in a hospital and a building with circulating recycled air probably doesn't help the fact either.  And those damn germs we are brainwashed to believe will eat us alive if we don't sanitize everything we come into contact with.  They didn't eat people 20-30-40 years ago...why would they start now?  We make sanitizer, the germs get stronger and probably will learn to eat us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm eating my vitamins and have increased my dosage a bit for the sake of giving my immune system a few extra Oomph's of power.  Go team vitamins!  I'm currently chowing down 3.5 cups of chopped up fruit..which should also help, but is part of my daily food intake, so who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my taxes all mailed off.  The government should be giving me some $$$, but not nearly as much as in the past where I was able to pay for a trip one year and laser hair removal another.  This year, maybe I can buy...hrm...something that costs significantly less...GRrr.   I certainly will not be buying a mountain as David Bowie recently has...  I wonder how much that costs?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm very random today..and that is the brilliance of today and I'll use being sick and being at work as my excuse!!  I should have called in sick...but whatever.  I can mask the symptoms and possibly kill them.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sends in the invaders*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KILL KILL KILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the bad guys in me!!!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should go do the purchasing I must do for work.  Woohoo fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-3366366405294955021?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/3366366405294955021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=3366366405294955021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3366366405294955021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3366366405294955021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-mountains.html' title='moving mountains'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-2915978432695773869</id><published>2007-04-24T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:58:27.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivationless'/><title type='text'>Lack of Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  That's my current mood. &lt;br /&gt;I dislike this mood greatly and would like it to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No motivation what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need some &lt;strong&gt;espresso&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a 6 hour hug?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to...ummm no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck does it take me over 2 hours to  eat my lunch?  My lunch would take the average person about 10 mins to eat...goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing anything of any intelligence today.  You'll have to excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-2915978432695773869?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/2915978432695773869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=2915978432695773869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/2915978432695773869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/2915978432695773869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/04/lack-of-motivation.html' title='Lack of Motivation'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-3719096877969882154</id><published>2007-04-19T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:39:14.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><title type='text'>cookie love</title><content type='html'>Oh Goodness.  I am officially addicted to cookies.  It all started with Second Cup having some super yummy gingerbread ones dipped in milk chocolate in winter..MmmMmMmmm.  Then they had gingerbread people half dipped in chocolate...good, but not quite as much. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I eat at Subway every other week and they have incredible cookies..so those are always  nice.  At work, there always seems to be cookies (I'm not talking about prepackaged crap cookies either...I like fresh baked ones).  AND...I seem to make a couple cookies each day (not by the batch as I don't enjoy them if they aren't fresh) getting creative with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCOOOOKKIIEESS!!!!!!! AhHHhh sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is probably my lamest and weirdest post EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet GIR would totally get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-3719096877969882154?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/3719096877969882154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=3719096877969882154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3719096877969882154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/3719096877969882154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/04/cookie-love.html' title='cookie love'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-5850276250326382954</id><published>2007-04-18T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:57:02.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remaining friends'/><title type='text'>Friends with exs not benefits</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel I am completely misunderstood by the majority of the world.  I know a lot of people say this and claim this, etc.  It's just that I am an extremely free spirited person. I don't have the same morals, ideas and such as society has formed.  With the nonsense society has formed, it has created a lot of tension for me vs everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, I'm friends for the most part, with my exs.  They are not my exs anymore, they are my friends.  They are friendships that can only be friendships and nothing more and we figured that out through trial and error of dating.  No hard feelings.  Why don't people understand this? Is it that hard of a concept to wrap your head around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand for some people it is extremely difficult to just be friends with an ex sometimes, because there are such intense feelings and it does suck that the other doesn't feel that way anymore.  But, why lose the underlying friendship that was developed.  Of course there are some people you just can't stay friends with after a relationship and that's life.  Just like sometimes you have friends that you can't stay friends with.  And, there are people in general you can't be friends with either.  That's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to those who do not believe people who've been in a relationship can remain only friends with an ex, that is unfortunate. You could be missing out on some great opportunities of friendships.  Now it is completely up to you if that is how you choose to feel about the topic.  But, please do not judge other people and their abilities to remain friends with people they've dated in the past.  Other people do not have the same views and abilities to remain friends as you do. So please don't be close minded or critical of those with the ability.  Don't try to trap their free spirited nature or open mindedness on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to eat my lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-5850276250326382954?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/5850276250326382954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=5850276250326382954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5850276250326382954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5850276250326382954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends-with-exs-not-benefits.html' title='Friends with exs not benefits'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-607095796981547122</id><published>2007-04-16T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:49:41.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Salvador and such</title><content type='html'>I just realized it's been forever and a day since I've written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to let everyone know what I've been up too....if anyone even cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. I finally did end up in El Savador!!  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;One week of sun, warmth, extremely healthy eating and various activities.&lt;br /&gt;The resort was in Salinitas.  But, hardly spent much time there, except to eat, the occasional sun bathing and sleeping.  We (my best friend) and me went to San Salvador for one night and  stayed in a fancy 5-star hotel there...sooo nice!  During the day we were taken around the capital and such. I got a couple great tops and some kickass crafts.  But, also got to take in some absolutely beauty of the country side (90-120 min drive to the town we stayed in) and the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day was spent on a very long day-trip to Guatemala, mainly to see the city of Antigua (not to be confused with the island).  It is a fascinatingly beautiful city!  The only not so great part about Antigua is that, they are used to tourists as it has been a tourist spot quite some many of years now. And, the market people have no problem trying to push everything on you to get you to spend your money.  Whereas in El Salvador tourism is still pretty new and they are in that "be super nice and helpful" to everyone phase, which is a lot more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day was spent at another beach where we met some absolutely adorable El Salvadorian kids who were a delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally another day was spent in plans to go surfing.  We (some friends I made at the resort and me) went to a surf town for the day.  Unfortunately the waves were crashing about 5 feet from shore and there were serious rocks under where they crashed and the water was about waist deep.  In other words, very dangerous to bother surfing on, with a pretty intense undertow.  The boys tried to surf these waves and were getting worked...surf board to the head, being rammed into the rocks, etc.  I didn't bother even attempting to ride this nonsense. I personally didn't need to break myself on the last day of my vacation.  It was more fun trying to figure out if I was supposed to cook my own meal that I bought at a hostel (long story, you'll have to inquire to hear the funny details...which reminds me I need to get the photo from Nick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, what an awesome trip!  I would definitely go back to do another week there and go on the other trips i couldn't get to this time.  I want to go to Honduras, see the Mayan ruins, do the coffee tour and play on the canopies!!  Hopefully that can happen the next round. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can bet I took tons of photos...which are slowly but surely making their way up on &lt;a href="http://amberfette.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://amberfette.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;  Everything there is for sale (but not from their site, as I think the artist..me in this case...deserves the full profits, not 1/10th of them) through me directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been fairly regularly writing for &lt;a href="http://www.shebytches.com/"&gt;http://www.shebytches.com&lt;/a&gt; this week I actually wrote a longer rant, which is good for me to get something out in longer form.  Usually I have so many ideas of things I want to write about, but can get it out in 2-3 sentences which isn't good.  Yet, when I'm writing on my own in my written journal, I can seem to rant and rave for pages; but it is not stuff I'm ready to put online yet.  One day I will let myself free some of that stuff online, but now just isn't quite the time for me to feel that vulnerable.  Soon, I hope to be able to do that though, because that is where my best writing is.  This writing does include people from my life, so I hope they can handle it too.  My mom will likely get some fame...luckily she doesn't read my stuff!!! (Or at least as far as I know.) LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to continue plotting my next adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-607095796981547122?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/607095796981547122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=607095796981547122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/607095796981547122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/607095796981547122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-salvador-and-such.html' title='El Salvador and such'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-8728979405457016870</id><published>2007-02-27T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:37:55.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><title type='text'>Go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; do you have to bother me all the time?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;left alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am being more than &lt;em&gt;tolerant&lt;/em&gt; and more than &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;beyond nice&lt;/strong&gt; about this. I disgust myself with how tolerant I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shenanigans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have gone too far. I have better things to do then deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you just want the attention and bathe in it. It is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just go far far away. I've had enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-8728979405457016870?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/8728979405457016870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=8728979405457016870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8728979405457016870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8728979405457016870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-away.html' title='Go away'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-4785159844929158274</id><published>2007-02-20T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:39:47.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I love finding stuff I wrote a time long ago about exs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a piece that amuses me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take your heart and beat it with a spiked club; I just might. You don't know the meaning of love. Or maybe you just don't know what it means to love someone. You can only see things from your point of view. And such a select tiny, narrow point of view it is. You say I don't care and that I never make time for you. Am I supposed to magically know your ever changing work schedule? And then plan my everything around that? When you go and break those plans with me anyways. I know you break them to be narcissistic..and not "to be", but because you are. You want to see if I'll bend to you and what you want. Hoping to leave me planless. Sorry darling, but I can have plans at the drop of a hat. Don't play stupid games, like st00pid boys. I don't have time for that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me and my mom you will drive us to the airport...and this is giving you 2 weeks notice. Then you go and make "lunch plans" with someone else that day and don't even tell me; I have to ask you! That's fucking BULLSHIT and you know it. Dude, I invented BULLSHIT. I know you didn't have plans with a friend. The only plans you could of possibly had would have been with some new chick. (I wasn't born yesterday dumbass! I invented that game too...only I'm the master.) And I really question you having the balls to do that. But if you do, then you truly don't deserve anyone nearly as great as me. And trust me, even though I'm weird and stuff. I am the most interesting and best girlfriend you'll ever have had. Don't you ever forget that fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I was a learning curve for this boy. Learning about what it means to date a real woman, not some BS little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Remember, meeting half way means you move half way too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-4785159844929158274?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/4785159844929158274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=4785159844929158274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/4785159844929158274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/4785159844929158274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-i-love-finding-stuff-i-wrote-time.html' title=''/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-7272073774640145129</id><published>2007-02-20T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:52:30.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='items I want back'/><title type='text'>dvds and keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fine. I get it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends has decided that he no longer wishes to have contact with me. I'm pretty sure this will make some closure in his life (we dated for years).  That's fine.  My only beef is...I want &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; fucking &lt;strong&gt;DVD&lt;/strong&gt;s and &lt;strong&gt;keys&lt;/strong&gt; back.  I'm not asking for much.  I just want what is rightfully mine.&lt;br /&gt;The DVD thing might sound petty to some, but DVDs are my thing.  I love my movies..and do not have interest in going out and buying them again...one of which would be hard to find used and new would cost WAY too much.  And having paid for them once, I don't see the point in me paying for them again.  I was nice enough to lend them out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;strong&gt;if &lt;em&gt;you are&lt;/em&gt; indeed reading this&lt;/strong&gt;..and you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;I just want my movies (2 or 3) and keys (3 of them) back.  You can leave them in a bag at your parents, or leave them at my moms or what have you...just let me know where they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-7272073774640145129?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/7272073774640145129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=7272073774640145129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/7272073774640145129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/7272073774640145129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/dvds-and-keys.html' title='dvds and keys'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-2580450816568687383</id><published>2007-02-13T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:28:28.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>El Salvador?</title><content type='html'>I want to go to El Salvador either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 22- Mar 1  $1100 apprx&lt;br /&gt;Mar 1 - Mar 8  $975  apprx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could give in and do the Cuba thing...found a decent priced one Feb 22- Mar 1 for just over $800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sun and warmth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know ASAP if you can travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-2580450816568687383?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/2580450816568687383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=2580450816568687383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/2580450816568687383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/2580450816568687383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/el-salvador.html' title='El Salvador?'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-5877560557889444593</id><published>2007-02-13T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:10:12.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no trip?'/><title type='text'>GRumble</title><content type='html'>Alright...I'm a little peeved! I was supposed to jump on a plane and go to El Salvador next week with one of my best friends. Well it's a no go!!! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm willing to go cheap to Cuba for a week all inclusive if anyone wants to go. There's a decent hotel and with tax it's $800, leaving on the 25th. LET ME KNOW!!! Seriously!! I need a vacation. All inclusive at that. I just need a break from life....well and work...and the cold!!! Also, it's rather therapeutic for my Narcolepsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot..Colombia is another reasonable option....under $1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this will probably get posted in all the places I write...so I'm sorry to those who actually check all the places I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-5877560557889444593?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/5877560557889444593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=5877560557889444593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5877560557889444593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5877560557889444593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/grumble.html' title='GRumble'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-5806538709914354977</id><published>2007-02-13T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T02:06:16.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>random  rant</title><content type='html'>Oh..I don't beat myself up over the past...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVEr&lt;/span&gt;.  I learn from it all....I love my past..I've&lt;br /&gt;experienced soo much and now find it easier to take on life...I'm not afraid of much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously big anacondas and such...but you know what I mean. I don't think there's an aspect of a relationship I can't handle...except marriage...don't want to do that.  But, I've been engaged 2 times, I've felt my heart break a few times...usually due to me leaving someone...lol...&lt;br /&gt;but ya.... So many people are like "omg as if you've been engaged" or omg..to whatever I throw at them...it's like wtf?? I'd rather know what it's like and know how to deal with stuff...than sit there and wonder... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LIVE MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST&lt;/span&gt; and love it....if people don't like it..&lt;br /&gt;they can bite me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-5806538709914354977?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/5806538709914354977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=5806538709914354977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5806538709914354977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/5806538709914354977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-rant.html' title='random  rant'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-148303179172832160</id><published>2007-02-05T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:05:44.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can I?'/><title type='text'>best writing when</title><content type='html'>So, I'm trying to figure out if the following is fair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do some of my best writing when it is about something I first handly experience in my personal life.  The last kickass piece I wrote happens to involve a variety of exs.  Now, would it be bad to submit this piece to a well known and public site like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shebytches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?  I never use names or anything of the sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-148303179172832160?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/148303179172832160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=148303179172832160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/148303179172832160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/148303179172832160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-writing-when.html' title='best writing when'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-1855075890880709159</id><published>2007-02-05T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:57:30.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>being seen</title><content type='html'>Places you can see more of my work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberfette.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://amberfette.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shebytches.com"&gt;http://www.shebytches.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am taking this world by force.  So hold on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You'll be seeing more of me.  I guarantee that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-1855075890880709159?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/1855075890880709159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=1855075890880709159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/1855075890880709159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/1855075890880709159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-seen.html' title='being seen'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3750656940155981723.post-8901243680672744111</id><published>2007-02-05T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:20:10.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Grand Entrance</title><content type='html'>Well, I must welcome myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had various journals/blogs up on all sorts of sites....but those sites are generally geared to specific genres and such...and I wanted post somewhere broad and open to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HELLO WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...welcome to mine! (Or at least the parts I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privy&lt;/span&gt; you too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a great year so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;writing&lt;/strong&gt; might be following along....as long as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shebytches&lt;/span&gt; continue to like my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and...well the rest is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog...which means I don't have to use excellent grammar. I use good grammar all the time..this should be the one place to just free everything and not care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3750656940155981723-8901243680672744111?l=amberfette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/feeds/8901243680672744111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3750656940155981723&amp;postID=8901243680672744111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8901243680672744111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3750656940155981723/posts/default/8901243680672744111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberfette.blogspot.com/2007/02/grand-entrance.html' title='Grand Entrance'/><author><name>amberfette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05359950302510816952</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
