tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77846013200944593572024-03-05T19:32:16.410-06:00I'm in heaven when you smile...grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-72774508311393572412012-02-12T20:54:00.002-06:002012-02-12T20:56:11.296-06:00Somedays. This about sums it up.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9jSD0N-O4uE8v3YXZ1smf_Ji3-rw36cCD5R9hw_9fkbKXuze4Bfa5pBOrjXz2IOT1TkYEhJONy0BNLME8a-EU7__heEIEfaTZxCjEDKf8SxnzEgAowawOeiXF0hqL_9vU592chq0uZ72/s1600/430014_1817022937929_1010760516_32125501_208742690_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9jSD0N-O4uE8v3YXZ1smf_Ji3-rw36cCD5R9hw_9fkbKXuze4Bfa5pBOrjXz2IOT1TkYEhJONy0BNLME8a-EU7__heEIEfaTZxCjEDKf8SxnzEgAowawOeiXF0hqL_9vU592chq0uZ72/s400/430014_1817022937929_1010760516_32125501_208742690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708448349980002690" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now smile. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And move on.</div><div><br /></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-50599606565529007222012-01-07T14:16:00.002-06:002012-01-07T14:23:40.692-06:00You never marry the right person<div>"The reason that marriage is so painful and yet wonderful is because it is a reflection of the Gospel, which is painful and wonderful at once. The Gospel is-we are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared to believe, and at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope."</div><div><br /></div><div>Read about it yourself at <a href="http://m.relevantmagazine.com/life/relationship/features/27749-you-never-marry-the-right-person" target="_blank">Relevant Magazine.</a></div><div><br /></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-59004828611882258732011-12-23T09:41:00.001-06:002011-12-23T09:44:53.372-06:00It's not so bad being crazy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonk0bCQBcprYpj9lIs7v1JfHv2CnCbNVZsGQIpsrMnmf4nzhf_BI4tXBvFtRU9Z_XHnsxRlpHBDz73yreF9XmLRe2iz7cEmQjYw11kjpiJiZaswfqz59iQEJUzgV_-g_O0_WGz6n0Ph6-/s1600/tumblr_lts4puxp121r3c508o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonk0bCQBcprYpj9lIs7v1JfHv2CnCbNVZsGQIpsrMnmf4nzhf_BI4tXBvFtRU9Z_XHnsxRlpHBDz73yreF9XmLRe2iz7cEmQjYw11kjpiJiZaswfqz59iQEJUzgV_-g_O0_WGz6n0Ph6-/s400/tumblr_lts4puxp121r3c508o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689349606484081042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Found this little jewel <a href="http://prettystuff.tumblr.com/post/12034808005/manabagoblog-image-seen-here" target="_blank">here.</a></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-8105439687750551992011-12-20T23:15:00.004-06:002011-12-20T23:20:53.845-06:00Typical. Complicating the simple<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnaiBihRv5PMQL7rYbLNHYdA2_DUnV_geWXvsMnFO5ZKCznHKFzXpDjmivKe2h-6EagERrT-_CdZxt23bxSeZYqoOTAz8lKqSlbXv0UCrt-qUzPE5RXkIdkTpHgrJLN9tk6qQIaduYUyy/s1600/5982944985_17509894a0_z.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnaiBihRv5PMQL7rYbLNHYdA2_DUnV_geWXvsMnFO5ZKCznHKFzXpDjmivKe2h-6EagERrT-_CdZxt23bxSeZYqoOTAz8lKqSlbXv0UCrt-qUzPE5RXkIdkTpHgrJLN9tk6qQIaduYUyy/s400/5982944985_17509894a0_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688446021775300578" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><p>Pinned it <a href="http://pinterest.com/grace_louise/live-in-love/" target="_blank">here</a></p></div>Set your standard, goal. Make your dream known. The universe will fall into place accordingly. It's for us. Not against us.</div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-72980088711508453012011-12-20T23:11:00.001-06:002011-12-20T23:12:56.686-06:00Be vulnerable<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPnTDJfldRx1Lm_0nLEV0_xB3CDTqGjdn55qAFipt5MMXv-noYOn-w4bOPNY8C1sleuzL-H670yZnCyijWlMcqA-5gY3QHhINZ9lBFR8Muymw-miV7fTP4d5Yvwr6sFNVzG1srJgSYKUf/s1600/12666442671598226_BtNphIoy_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPnTDJfldRx1Lm_0nLEV0_xB3CDTqGjdn55qAFipt5MMXv-noYOn-w4bOPNY8C1sleuzL-H670yZnCyijWlMcqA-5gY3QHhINZ9lBFR8Muymw-miV7fTP4d5Yvwr6sFNVzG1srJgSYKUf/s400/12666442671598226_BtNphIoy_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688445151563948770" /></a>let love be genuinegrace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-32947753463854929332011-10-05T17:28:00.001-05:002011-10-05T17:28:54.121-05:00Just think about it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBYrXBlKUOGnQc4A4X9JQSMLkTkC-0it0X6UluwTs3aIHq3bkbxpxwgVdJE-65GzccNx4LbIAKzq5mXmTULlQB5QTZaBICJU8mJE2ZW8al4GLw135uL5y1OaClZ2hE3AL2uy7dc7LduXb/s1600/tumblr_lk2m14YUm41qaqnlfo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBYrXBlKUOGnQc4A4X9JQSMLkTkC-0it0X6UluwTs3aIHq3bkbxpxwgVdJE-65GzccNx4LbIAKzq5mXmTULlQB5QTZaBICJU8mJE2ZW8al4GLw135uL5y1OaClZ2hE3AL2uy7dc7LduXb/s400/tumblr_lk2m14YUm41qaqnlfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660138629268269490" /></a>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-92165474025187836012011-09-12T12:10:00.003-05:002011-09-14T21:00:21.371-05:00Prodigy in me<div><iframe height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27878814?color=ff9933" frameborder="0" width="400" allowfullscreen="" webkitallowfullscreen=""></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/27878814">Defining a Prodigy</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/elevationchurch">Elevation Church</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-83253174077954037512011-09-08T12:27:00.002-05:002011-09-08T17:10:33.425-05:00My thoughts exactly<div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 358px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650041941344569138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojGGosxmsj6XD54j6cNZHgvCheZe_s9kcokvrXYSEFA4HwX62HCzhVMogV-yUPy8aYqMYN9y53FQQTZXuq0gDBJ3-dS7bg3HGZuWEHMYI0eDu5ag_FpSo8JENFK_KpK_Y8a0W4hezh1DT/s400/love_things+that+inspire0.jpg" /><a href="http://infinitebeginningx.tumblr.com/post/5968236258" target="_blank">Things That Inspire</a> </div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-43219728726580686452011-08-21T17:22:00.002-05:002011-08-21T17:28:52.443-05:00Everything I need to know, I learned from Titanic...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Jack</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Rose</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: Jack, I...
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Jack</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Rose</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Jack</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Rose</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
<br /></span></span><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Jack</span></span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">: You're right... only you can do that. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">It's my favorite movie. I'm devoted to saying this is my favorite movie for the rest of my life. But I would have found a way to get two people on that darn floating debris. Orrrr when I was producing the movie, I would have gotten a smaller piece of wood.</span></span></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-35071826786465517172011-08-07T23:28:00.006-05:002011-08-07T23:42:33.719-05:00Wedding Season 2011: the kind not in neat blogs, but a happily ever after nonetheless.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNM2Sc98eBFpAwKzyhrV3zNNiedND9G6YOaPkT72EXHFfMx4UTK_926dnq6Ftj2M8M7ckG8GWLxWxFZ7rXL3oEfkwtEzUjGL9ds_fAkMr0Vk9Qb5-NZhoHluJKXLlP9vkbu9xb5_gw-_wc/s1600/281926_10100324781053031_7030445_50981064_6940480_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNM2Sc98eBFpAwKzyhrV3zNNiedND9G6YOaPkT72EXHFfMx4UTK_926dnq6Ftj2M8M7ckG8GWLxWxFZ7rXL3oEfkwtEzUjGL9ds_fAkMr0Vk9Qb5-NZhoHluJKXLlP9vkbu9xb5_gw-_wc/s400/281926_10100324781053031_7030445_50981064_6940480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638337540042341986" /></a>Dear Wedding Season 2011,<div><div>You have given me temporary depression quickly erased with great hope, many smiles, telling-grandchildren-worthy memories-many which are unforgettable thanks to Facebook and the moments captured by friends with my camera phone-sweaty southern nights, more engagements, expensive dry cleaning and alterations bills, more strapless dresses, glory days reminiscing, priceless dancing lessons, experimentations with white wine, reunions with best friends, and above all, love. </div><div>Sincerely,</div><div>me</div><div>p.s. I'll be getting hitched on New Year's Eve in the unforeseen though no less exciting future.</div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-25135345858598704672011-08-03T09:29:00.009-05:002011-09-22T21:22:04.207-05:00What Strunk and White Elements of Style forgot to mention<div style="text-align: center;">"So avoid using the word 'very' because it's lazy. A man in not very tired, he is exhausted. Don't use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won't do in your essays." -Dead Poets Society</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj791uj-3CCADJ6BjHtzkIZOI0igM7FAstn9NRU0tpHBIzHwLo4P00qcf1j87fFi8pCyimkYMBJOq-0X4lGBQ0xegidLotA0AFdRN_LD_mK8aKAXS8kaGVJgwg_PmWBIEB77SddZ7js1B5K/s1600/tumblr_lmqmwpIK5O1qbflj9o1_1280.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj791uj-3CCADJ6BjHtzkIZOI0igM7FAstn9NRU0tpHBIzHwLo4P00qcf1j87fFi8pCyimkYMBJOq-0X4lGBQ0xegidLotA0AFdRN_LD_mK8aKAXS8kaGVJgwg_PmWBIEB77SddZ7js1B5K/s320/tumblr_lmqmwpIK5O1qbflj9o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641626088369291250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://infinitebeginningx.tumblr.com/post/6491306504/i-love-love-love-this-photo" target="_blank">found them here</a></span></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-29494153189119598552011-07-27T09:10:00.003-05:002011-07-27T09:21:47.701-05:00reality"I'd like to refocus everyone's attention away from the Kardashians and onto Doctors Without Borders or aid workers. Let's redefine scandal. Scandal is not who so-and-so is dating; scandal is the fact that 1.2 million people are still living in tents in Haiti, and cholera is rampant because Nepalese U.N. soldiers dumped *cuss from their Porta-Potties into the river.<br />That's a *cussing scandal. If the average 15-year-old was hearing about that instead of so-and-so's plastic surgery or cheating in Hollywood, I'd feel better about our future."<br />Olivia Wilde to Marie Claire<br />via <a href="http://damnedifyoudontdamnedifyoudo.tumblr.com/post/7640394145/id-like-to-refocus-everyones-attention-away-from" target="_blank">damned if you dont, damned if you do</a>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-30137046886995221112011-06-13T13:11:00.005-05:002011-06-13T13:37:41.691-05:00Thank goodness someone gets it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDueId3hSfXCVldyq43zOYMLI75lKFrsOeDO6NE5UETi1E7lEYzpvb6KUxBf-fpjChAU4DBu4QPZwsnMrHvAspKi941ul-pLjSHb-sXgSnI6hoecQ-bGcx-iOXqIaB2H6nWW7mo5P5OVl2/s1600/bday_TJ+old_lady.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769758691911506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDueId3hSfXCVldyq43zOYMLI75lKFrsOeDO6NE5UETi1E7lEYzpvb6KUxBf-fpjChAU4DBu4QPZwsnMrHvAspKi941ul-pLjSHb-sXgSnI6hoecQ-bGcx-iOXqIaB2H6nWW7mo5P5OVl2/s320/bday_TJ+old_lady.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWc6kuiBpHrji60Ax24zgFd0lY1veJDLOD0-KG_rzSNDOJe9AhmdKs46Wbcn9PUjiUryDAlQrBjKpjz4C6nCAwj8ApRXtNjzvmQX5yflmCPDGoz7fI2_NTT614EtZpAiOpWKIU3Lh1OpLy/s1600/Julie_Andrews_as_Mary_Poppins.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769620584450242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWc6kuiBpHrji60Ax24zgFd0lY1veJDLOD0-KG_rzSNDOJe9AhmdKs46Wbcn9PUjiUryDAlQrBjKpjz4C6nCAwj8ApRXtNjzvmQX5yflmCPDGoz7fI2_NTT614EtZpAiOpWKIU3Lh1OpLy/s320/Julie_Andrews_as_Mary_Poppins.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57qD87qjzRci9fL4uTJX9RdJfUUW4warLGacTh9Gm8g3xoBpBAto4LGUkctt0CHXMObIRgiulWkCUcSJSq-AI-HOS8osqayi-8fRb7Sd37udZNVLn2ywNbg8YeEW-ifpDH65O3P8xQ4yu/s1600/carmen-sandiego.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769487096172178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57qD87qjzRci9fL4uTJX9RdJfUUW4warLGacTh9Gm8g3xoBpBAto4LGUkctt0CHXMObIRgiulWkCUcSJSq-AI-HOS8osqayi-8fRb7Sd37udZNVLn2ywNbg8YeEW-ifpDH65O3P8xQ4yu/s320/carmen-sandiego.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeeRc5cusQRrr9lmfpCPPoi9xrjiOkMRmlsmfnHpPaJeOTunfdaX_Icq6Ce5N1FtkFAFVhWOC2HAUSFIxlIkXcstnGrv3GMCkXY-sv9ZlGAX4w3TPSRT16MxV-bi9matFp-ThK6-L80eB/s1600/Audrey_Hepburn.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769321034652594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeeRc5cusQRrr9lmfpCPPoi9xrjiOkMRmlsmfnHpPaJeOTunfdaX_Icq6Ce5N1FtkFAFVhWOC2HAUSFIxlIkXcstnGrv3GMCkXY-sv9ZlGAX4w3TPSRT16MxV-bi9matFp-ThK6-L80eB/s320/Audrey_Hepburn.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?" -Oscar Wilde</div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-69350179830253799242011-06-10T14:31:00.004-05:002011-06-10T14:58:24.759-05:00E-mails at work... and online dating<div>A friend e-mailed me this extremely disturbing video at work. I think he thinks I'm a lot more concerned with my single status and feels the need terrify me about finding love online...</div><div><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mTTwcCVajAc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>Here's the transcript of what every other non-Serzone-addicted and functional American is thinking (God forbid this has gotten out of the country):</div><div>#1. Where's Miss South Carolina and that awful map answer because at least while she was failing the female species and living up to every pageant stereotype, she's smokin hot and perfectly lip glossed.</div><div>Setting: Apartment or hospital room</div><div>"Hello. My name is I-Just-Sucked-In-Every-Helium-Balloon-at-Party-City. I'm saying this is my first attempt at online dating bc I'm scared to say what I'm ab to confess about CATS has made every boy everrrr run away upon first meeting me making conventional dating impossible." (insert spastic fairy-like black finger painted hand waves and adjusting of her sports bra top, which even if she was Pam Anderson wouldn't make her look better after the word vomit she's ab to spew)</div><div>"I have no idea what I'm feeling and Heaven forbid I make a rational decision based on the state of my mental health, which would save me from the 720,463 and rising views of people who will confirm I am psycho."</div><div>"I'm just going to humiliate myself, family, friends, community, hairdresser and woman who slices deli meet at my local Publix, <i>and hope I get replies</i>." (o hun, <i>replies</i>? I'd bet my 401K that statement is the most understated of your young life) </div><div>"Villanova MBA is a joke and needs better recruiters/admission process."</div><div>(she looks away picking the perfect next few words)</div><div>"I love purring, scratching, finicky CATS." (insert: wait, what...)</div><div>"Sorry, this first attempt at making an online dating profile makes me so upset..." (noo. she's just upset bc she loves CATS. wait,what...) </div><div>(insert: black finger painted hands wiping away mascara she obviously didn't take the time to put on despite this desperate attempt to find a soul mate)</div><div>"Sorry, I just realllly love CATS." (insert: wait, what...)</div><div>"Blah, blah, I just want to. I want to." (insert: more spastic black finger painted hand waving bc she's somehow getting more upset ab loving CATS. wait, what...)</div><div>"I promised myself I wouldn't do this." (admitting this isn't a one-time emotional outbreak but a serious condition of hers)</div><div>"I'm a CAT-lover" (insert chest beating like Tarzan's gf, Jane)</div><div>"I'm redeeming myself somewhat bc I also love to run... Nope, just can't let this CAT thing go" (insert: wait, what...)</div><div>"Despite that people across America are without homes, I canNOT stop thinking ab soul-less CATS and how these 11-inch creatures will live without running water... And how their ears. and the whiskers. and the nose" </div><div>(Insert: At this point, I'm thinking this is a drinking game. Every cat reference means a sip, shot or something I am not in on. But I'm also hoping she'll pick up a hotel-looking glass tumbler full of a dark liqour known as Absinthe or at least Scotch.)</div><div>"I just love them and want them in a basket" (where is this going...) "with wittle bow ties" (ugly cry. ugly cry) "AND I WANT THEM TO BE ON A RAINBOW. and just in my bed. and instead of building shelters for natural disaster victims, I want to roll around with CATS."</div><div>She can no longer continue the online dating profile video she's self-producing bc either the memory of her 7th-grade crush denying her a dance to E. McCain's "I'll Be Your Crying Shoulder" is ripping her heart, the hidden IV pumping her Morphine has stopped or she's legitimately upset ab CATS... </div><div>Or she scared herself when she put CATS and rainbows in the same sentence</div><div><div><br /></div><div>She's like the Justin Bieber of CAT world. She just wants some less lonely CATS.</div></div><div> </div><div>That is my personal take on that video and this probs still single girl.</div><div>If that's what's online now, I'm thinking, there's either great or absolutely NO hope for souls like mine. </div><div>For goodness sake, keep calm and carry on.</div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-57802418683169102182011-06-08T11:16:00.004-05:002011-06-08T11:28:08.440-05:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmxtpFZ_pXFNE6bo9_6tn64C20FNi_JpHoJ7ds6Lc2yaykFCOnKV-uAPup-fXdavbDfVXHVHQ2VgzJGtT5-397CX0TWYPDm9gufSxbqy2rUfpwS0mfHt1eLhHwGb1yuAUvnR9Ud2YjyKf/s1600/mr+darcy+elizabeth.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615884377177864786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmxtpFZ_pXFNE6bo9_6tn64C20FNi_JpHoJ7ds6Lc2yaykFCOnKV-uAPup-fXdavbDfVXHVHQ2VgzJGtT5-397CX0TWYPDm9gufSxbqy2rUfpwS0mfHt1eLhHwGb1yuAUvnR9Ud2YjyKf/s400/mr+darcy+elizabeth.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://southerndarlin.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">Darlin, I think you're pretty</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center">I mean, how hard is it to be found worthy of impractical, inconvenient and lovely... </div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-18691667459239912792011-06-01T13:01:00.004-05:002011-06-01T13:15:32.266-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnQd_pbLA-7Ej8giFAG59xTQs8FRgMaJj2UelaS8_qrE70dRYF2Yy0ik0ueYd1Rkq9yyI783NrgH-2mW_DFrnKx5tlKRf_WAwpBTa-FK_436aox_8SihIYUer3noqwg1u4RLig-FLx9a_/s1600/4276063842_7fd9d5cfb8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnQd_pbLA-7Ej8giFAG59xTQs8FRgMaJj2UelaS8_qrE70dRYF2Yy0ik0ueYd1Rkq9yyI783NrgH-2mW_DFrnKx5tlKRf_WAwpBTa-FK_436aox_8SihIYUer3noqwg1u4RLig-FLx9a_/s400/4276063842_7fd9d5cfb8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613316216565022386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>God loves me not because I am worthy, but because I am a fixture in His mind... <div>a.w. tozer</div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-74559073575873231192011-03-20T21:19:00.007-05:002012-02-12T21:03:30.256-06:00When I grow Up...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijT2lTTvaLSkGigjOpovHnColtDdV9G_ryWmWLsCAaxt-3tworB4h4xO0y0hOHfgrxvp_B2s8UDau4KmcR5QMorWwFzkrhZUGAz45fwbVrjPnPGkEyQl86qKhNqciYEslBpFGLFVGTLmtO/s1600/tumblr_lhq33qOl7u1qalfieo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijT2lTTvaLSkGigjOpovHnColtDdV9G_ryWmWLsCAaxt-3tworB4h4xO0y0hOHfgrxvp_B2s8UDau4KmcR5QMorWwFzkrhZUGAz45fwbVrjPnPGkEyQl86qKhNqciYEslBpFGLFVGTLmtO/s400/tumblr_lhq33qOl7u1qalfieo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586355055385228338" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-76668313626219589602011-03-18T10:50:00.005-05:002011-03-18T10:59:39.683-05:00if you catch it in the moonlight<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXScPl0wiU0cfxvsYXIAhmbDpGtZ8lCsKNy-VwdecsRPQ3kegoMkJj_I3-VknkHjMKi9F9GoCdwqaj-e6sl9VZdtlzX0pZ-XMI19Icwjjd7WsBmiu1QEDPW0gI8mIcydsy5xp8BOzfuOPx/s1600/Pearl-Cleage_Design-Crush.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585449658570510722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXScPl0wiU0cfxvsYXIAhmbDpGtZ8lCsKNy-VwdecsRPQ3kegoMkJj_I3-VknkHjMKi9F9GoCdwqaj-e6sl9VZdtlzX0pZ-XMI19Icwjjd7WsBmiu1QEDPW0gI8mIcydsy5xp8BOzfuOPx/s400/Pearl-Cleage_Design-Crush.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/" target="_blank">via Design Crush</a><br /><br /></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-47253402343300033652011-03-13T21:20:00.003-05:002011-03-18T10:50:05.273-05:00I'm such a sucker for anything When-Harry-Met-Sally-esque<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghZt2cILcCU?rel=0&hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />"You wear white, and I'll wear out the words 'I love you'" <div><br /></div><div>...live in love...</div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-77669926723325265442011-03-10T15:13:00.006-06:002011-03-20T21:37:31.663-05:00<div>if i could sum up my life on any given day, "it's like showing up to work with shiny lip gloss, perfectly placed messy pony tail, new top, j.crew skirt, flats-or cowgirl boots-and a rip down to the back of my knee in my tights..." </div><br /><div>yep, that does it many a day...</div><div><br /></div><div>for those days, there are three chords and the truth otherwise known as country music...<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xCj9dRu0ksM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-23592099903030149892011-03-08T22:20:00.006-06:002011-03-08T22:41:43.259-06:00C.S. Lewis, you pierce my heart...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lGgQwxhedFgZPX9nMg9Q7eiHDUorne2FtlUjBrkSjvoXc3UcWJjBWocXVsqs0HxeQ4GzYvHWqyTjdEkMPH2Mth2FOVDoQCaqxR3XanQuHSOWoJXpxdcDxgqMEa9MeiTaHPa_Z82I4gAB/s1600/yeriplusadam-0044.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lGgQwxhedFgZPX9nMg9Q7eiHDUorne2FtlUjBrkSjvoXc3UcWJjBWocXVsqs0HxeQ4GzYvHWqyTjdEkMPH2Mth2FOVDoQCaqxR3XanQuHSOWoJXpxdcDxgqMEa9MeiTaHPa_Z82I4gAB/s320/yeriplusadam-0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581934767628918210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://yvonne-wong.com/blog/2010/06/yeriadam/" target="_blank">Mrs. Wong</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://yvonne-wong.com/blog/2010/06/yeriadam/" target="_blank"></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Helvetica Neue Arial Lucida', sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><div class="quote_text" style=" border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 2px; border-left-color: rgb(252, 179, 16); padding-left: 10px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', 'Arial Lucida', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It costs God nothing, as far as we know, to create nice things: but to convert rebellious wills, cost him crucifixion. -c.s. lewis</span></span></div></span></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-39251486014567271382011-03-02T00:05:00.004-06:002011-06-01T13:22:09.656-05:00The "F" BombMind out of the gutter-the other F bomb.<div>So here's the deal about "forever." It is the one word that simply put means the day after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that, etc etc etc. You get the picture. I made the point.<div><div>So when you're with someone, you eventually-hopefully sooner rather than later-but who am I to judge-come to the ultimate question: </div><div>Many would lead you to believe that is, "do I love (insert name)?"</div><div>But I think the ultimate question is, "do I want to spend the day after tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that, etc etc etc, with (insert name)?"</div><div>Because love, as much as it is the ultimate compromise between emotion and game-time decisions, is more intangible. Because we desperately believe in its ideals, truths and infectious butterflies, we conveniently and flirtatiously forget if it's lost or missed.</div><div>But forever. Now, we know exactly when something is <i>not</i> forever. Nap times in Mrs. Williams' first-grade class were not forever. Running the mile in middle school was not forever though it felt like an Iron Man bc Pizitz Middle School was surrounded by torturous smelling Bradford Pear Trees and strategically built on a hill for the sun god to beat us all with hot, sweaty sticks.</div><div>Love conquers all.</div><div>But there is only one forever...</div><div>And we're not there with the Author, Writer and Maker of Forever.</div><div>So therein lies the dilemma...</div><div>Grace be active. Patience be outstanding. Wisdom be obvious. Boldness be encouraging. </div><div>Love be genuine.</div><div>Forever be near. </div><div>Sooner rather than later.</div></div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-9130366708963743892010-12-21T09:22:00.004-06:002010-12-21T10:30:55.434-06:00Peace on earth... and in my heartPeace.<br />I recently read in <a href="http://utmost.org/the-great-life/" target="_blank">My Utmost for His Highest</a> that peace is God's mark of approval from when we obey Him.<br />I recently made a few decisions (insert "duh. you're 22 w a mediocre income, depending on your parents, deciding ab grad school vs real world, still living in a college town with a heart as big and as tossed yet as anchored as a Macy's Thanksgiving Day balloon).<br />I accepted a new job still in Auburn, turned another opportunity down and am patiently waiting to see a few more decisions unfold themselves.<br />While transitioning into my new position working with development in <a href="http://www.cadc.auburn.edu/" target="_blank">AU's College of Architecture, Design, and Construction</a>, but still working full-time in my old job with Special Events, I realized there was deep unrest in my heart. I felt hasty despite knowing good and well the Lord will never leave nor forsake me.<br />I thought I was lacking peace because I didn't pray for months about some of these decisions like I had in the past. ex 1) I have prayed since freshman year for a fulfilling job, and I prayed even more fervently before graduation about which job to take because I was blessed to have two promosing options. ex 2) I pray for my husband, but I admit, I may/may not have asked the Lord to hold off on that one until I had ex 1 at least semi-controlled. Commit-a-phob strikes again. Moving on...<br />Today, this phase in life, everything is different now. I didn't have months this time.<br />I had urgency.<br />Funny because Jesus didn't have months either while praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, but I'm pretty sure the blood sweat came from a deep sense of urgency for His Father's will too. Not that I'm sweating blood bullets here, but I find courage and so should you knowing it's not always the amount of prayer but the need of the prayer. Yes, there have been months and years of counceling/prayer in the Word, so when the time came, I would know His will. I'm not saying Jesus nor I hadn't prayed about a day that would come when we'd need the Lord urgently-just saying, sometimes, He calls for our immediate action, and we should be prepared to pray accordingly.<br />Never doubt the Lord's response (though it might not be what you want) to the sincerest prayer that come from the most humblest of circumstances asking for the wisdom to do His work.<br />But be ready because He'll ask you to "go" or "no" or "stop" or "now" at any unannounced moment... And He expects you to do just what you prayed for-His will, not yours, to be done.<br />So here we are at Christmas, and I can't help but sing,<br />"Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."<br /><br />Hit it Gladys...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pF8oBdvvTVQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pF8oBdvvTVQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />live in love,<br />gracegrace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-62945429735939936162010-12-18T10:14:00.006-06:002010-12-18T11:50:53.086-06:00A little sugar goes a long wayFind the theme:<div>"Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch. You know that I love you. Can't help myself..." or </div><div>"Sugar, Sugar. You are my candy girl, and you got me wanting you..."</div><div>And my personal favorite <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFWO7GLkRbk" target="_blank">Stevie Wonder's "Sugar"</a> "Sugar, sugar, I want to be your main boy... All I got is good, good lovin."</div><div>Geez. Just typing those words makes me want to find an unsuspecting victim (or Fred Astair) and dance floor.... Anywho.</div><div><a href="http://bakingforgood.com/" target="_blank">Baking for Good</a> is an online bake sale with peppermint brownies, chocolate crackels, gingersnaps and many more (including vegan options), but that's not all... 15 percent of your purchase supports a cause YOU pick!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uQbjvXgxb8IkBAiRmaEw8G7wSbnl-URIjaNUQE_50TpddTb8NInRJgd5q53_E9320fuvQE9pnsnatG66wkdfcezvU0vAnjujeYHNDEjuG7ZcskOZI0JFtMVz6cJ1l1fDuiRobPDm7XJC/s400/custom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552066102038608994" /><div><div style="text-align: left;">You can support nonprofit causes such as American Cancer Society, Action Against Hunger and Art for Change, or you can support community causes such as art.party.theater.company and the Red Swing Project. These are only a few of the manyyyy causes Baking for Good supports. Shoot, you can even e-mail them about adding a cause!</div><div>So, not only are you sending a beautifully wrapped, delicious treat to bake, you are supporting national and international causes.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_THOpVlPmv7_vLaucJg9J94mtqeoyJUuw2u4A_YQB8E-B0Dg1exGptVgMhvE9bld0ukYz-1k8rrQ-_XJSL5QkULB1upjqvAQpku1WgeQ1o_taSXmAI4eiNUoyHp6QZF2TYVT_VvhelQi/s1600/blog_baking+for+good.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_THOpVlPmv7_vLaucJg9J94mtqeoyJUuw2u4A_YQB8E-B0Dg1exGptVgMhvE9bld0ukYz-1k8rrQ-_XJSL5QkULB1upjqvAQpku1WgeQ1o_taSXmAI4eiNUoyHp6QZF2TYVT_VvhelQi/s320/blog_baking+for+good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552069065091522594" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>That'll convict me next time I'm tempted to pick up that convenient pre-packaged, shake-and-bake cookie package...</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a smart choice too. Manhattan-inhabitant and founder, Emily Dubner, grew up raising money for school projects with bake sales, and continued baking for fun while studying at Harvard. (Try to make a woman-in-the-kitchen-joke after that line) After working as a management consultant at a fancy NYC firm, she was inspired by a gift package delivered to her mom and started Baking for Good creating unique, gourmet treats, which support causes all over the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Call Barbara Walters. She beats Gaga, Kim K and Betty White for most fascinating woman in my humble, but pretty dang accurate opinion. </div><div><br /></div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784601320094459357.post-343058948792016182010-12-16T23:04:00.004-06:002010-12-16T23:37:22.013-06:00I love you more than blank... a live in love campaignI love (love, love) campaigns. I'm not talking political today. I'm talking about personal and innovative campaigns. I love campaigns that cost nothing or cost a fortune, but either way, improve quality of life. <div>I love large-scale campaigns such as <a href="http://www.refresheverything.com/" target="_blank">Pepsi's Refresh Project</a>, which is giving away millions of doll-hairs to individuals supporting community projects just because... It's Pepsi. It can. Awesome.<div>But as generous as Pepsi is, I think I found another campaign where we can all win. It's called i love you more than blank dot com.<br /><div>The campaign started in a paperwhite studio in NYC's lower east side from the belief that someone can't evaluate the value of something unless it can be measured to something else... </div><div>They even divided your love into categories: the benjamins, coffee vs. fizz, wired, eatables, wax poetic, if you only knew, homies, i heart and motley crew... </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Go to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(37, 37, 37); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><a href="http://www.iloveyoumorethanblank.com/about" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">i love you more than blank</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to find your category and submit a reason why you love</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(37, 37, 37); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If you know me, you might know which one I submitted...<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(37, 37, 37); line-height: 20px; font-family:Avenir, Arial;font-size:13px;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(88, 89, 91); font-size:20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In their words, it's "a small project w a big heart"</span></span></span></span></h1><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(88, 89, 91); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></h1><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(88, 89, 91); font-size:20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">live in love, me</span></span></span></span></h1><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></div></div></div></div>grace louisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04483885027129031847noreply@blogger.com0