<?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-7417504411592819070</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:56:57.187-07:00</updated><category term='zaftig'/><category term='lazy day'/><category term='carpet bag'/><category term='coffee.'/><category term='EFT'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Grey Gardens'/><category term='Mae West'/><category term='Ann Arbor'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='ModCloth'/><category term='Design Sponge'/><category term='Skiing'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Telluride'/><category term='Telephone'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Weeds'/><category term='San Juan Riding Program'/><category term='Urban Outfitters'/><category term='United States of Tara'/><category term='wedding ring'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Nutella'/><category term='chinchilla'/><category term='about me'/><category term='the tao of equus'/><category term='The Getup'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='Thrifting'/><category term='Vintage'/><category term='Bunnies'/><category term='football'/><category term='Riding Between the Worlds'/><title type='text'>Dap Zaftig</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-1614341275137164455</id><published>2010-05-02T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:28:13.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ModCloth'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0028/0450/10011-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0028/0450/10011-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Accessories/Necklaces/Gilded+Goldfinch+Necklace"&gt;Gilded Goldfinch Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$17.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0036/5502/11816-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0036/5502/11816-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Long+Chain+Drifter+Necklace"&gt;Long Chain Drifter Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$62.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0018/6737/5425_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0018/6737/5425_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Accessories/Necklaces/Florence+Nightingale+Necklace"&gt;Florence Nightingale Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$12.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/7405/12652-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/7405/12652-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Bottoms/The+Wild+Rose+Skirt"&gt;The Wild Rose Skirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$37.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9733/12735-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9733/12735-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying for a maxi dress for so long, and I am in love with this one! I think I am on some sort of a bird kick...or would be if I could afford to purchase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses/Chic+adee+Maxi+Dress"&gt;Chic-adee Maxi Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$74.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0020/1127/6154-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0020/1127/6154-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Particulier Dress&lt;br /&gt;$99.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0704/12770-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0029/6141/10722-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0029/6141/10722-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously lusting over this dress for ages. Finally when it is back in stock...I am completely broke...and heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses/Under+50/Sci+Fi+Heroine+Dress"&gt;Sci Fi Heroine Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$47.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9559/12710-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9559/12710-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses/Keyhole+to+Your+Heart+Dress"&gt;Keyhole To Your Heart Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$47.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9870/12746-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/9870/12746-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you how know me, know I have a seriously animal love. In particular: bunnies. Seriously. It's a bunny with a bowtie. It doesn't get cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Black+Tie+A+Hare+Top"&gt;Black Tie A-Hare Top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$27.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0495/12763-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0495/12763-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Don+t+Come+Walking+Boot"&gt;Don't Come Walking Boot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$44.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0943/12779-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0943/12779-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Wrapped+Around+Your+Finger+Dress"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped Around Your Finger Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$74.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0277/12762-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0039/0277/12762-1.jpg?1caaedb5fd293edd03c0ea7563d23c2a51a7fcc8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses/Kind+Intentions+Dress"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind Intentions Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$44.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now if I could only magically come up with $600....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-1614341275137164455?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/1614341275137164455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1614341275137164455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1614341275137164455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-3809637291730807482</id><published>2010-03-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:59:44.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telluride'/><title type='text'>Ring-a-ding-ding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't found my hookup for my camera...so I don't have any photos from my trip to Telluride yet. I ended up snowboarding most of the time there. In my personal skiing vs. snowboarding argument, snowboarding is the reigning champion. I do enjoying being able to say that I ski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; snowboard now though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been browsing Etsy for wedding rings lately. Again, no intentions of getting married soon, but it goes along with my general wedding obsession...and it can't hurt to keep an eye out right? Well here are some of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.131882232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.131882232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=43179617&amp;amp;ref=cat3_gallery_5"&gt;Fingerprint Ring by chrisperry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this, it's so personal and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.131763722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.131763722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=43145039&amp;amp;ref=cat3_gallery_20"&gt;Diamond Stacker Band by sarawestermark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.131664757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.131664757.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=43116775&amp;amp;ref=cat3_gallery_16"&gt;Fleur Ring by sudlow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I just want this ring...period.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ring is love at first sight. It is so perfect. I think if I were to be proposed to with this ring today, I couldn't help but say yes just so I could wear it on my finger...just kidding...kind of! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.70366144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 254px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.70366144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.70366090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 475px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.70366090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24834154&amp;amp;ref=cat3_gallery_18"&gt;Ideal Twig Solitaire by bmjnyc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AND it is all recycled! How do I go about hinting to my boyfriend that even though it is too early for us to be thinking about marriage...he should definitely think about investing in this ring if he has any intentions of a future...?)&lt;/span&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/7417504411592819070-3809637291730807482?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/3809637291730807482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/ring-ding-ding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3809637291730807482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3809637291730807482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/ring-ding-ding.html' title='Ring-a-ding-ding'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-1637408851311728279</id><published>2010-03-11T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:17:40.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telephone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="575" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Embedded?videoId=USUV71000338&amp;amp;playlist=false&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961&amp;amp;playerType=embedded"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vevo.com/VideoPlayer/Embedded?videoId=USUV71000338&amp;amp;playlist=false&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;playerId=62FF0A5C-0D9E-4AC1-AF04-1D9E97EE3961&amp;amp;playerType=embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="575" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...how could I not? And for the record, if I had that body, I would be wearing all that wonderful madness too, wouldn't you?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-1637408851311728279?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/1637408851311728279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-left-my-hand-and-my-heart-on-dance.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1637408851311728279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1637408851311728279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-left-my-hand-and-my-heart-on-dance.html' title='I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-6940317363736347595</id><published>2010-03-10T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:49:48.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ModCloth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telluride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design Sponge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skiing'/><title type='text'>"Dude, I think this whole town is high...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;...Telluride, CO: Elevation 13,150 feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This elevation is kicking my ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it! The air is so thin here that walking up the stairs leaves my heart pounding and my poor lungs gasping for air. I feel like a fish thrown onto a dock half of the time. I arrived here almost three days ago, and I still haven't totally adjusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...today I went skiing for the first time since I was 12!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have spent the last 10 odd years of my life snowboarding, but that was getting kind of rough on my old bones, so I decided, hey, what the hell, let's give the old skis a try again. It was really fun! Telluride is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I swear I got distracted just staring at the mountains a couple of times. And it had just snowed about a foot the night before, so the snow was beautiful and untouched and sparkly. Mmm pretty. I did a lot better than I thought I was going to, but towards the end my legs turned into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noodles&lt;/span&gt; and I ended up looking like this a couple times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/community/moms/blogs/moms_are_talking_about/2009/12/30/ericanoonan/Ski_wipeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.boston.com/community/moms/blogs/moms_are_talking_about/2009/12/30/ericanoonan/Ski_wipeout.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via Google Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some things I am absolutely salivating over right now..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALIVATING&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0035/7947/11585-1.jpg?0a9fe0f490a8320b955dbe67c6d6a6078a4d49ff"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0035/7947/11585-1.jpg?0a9fe0f490a8320b955dbe67c6d6a6078a4d49ff" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Petit Dejeuner Dress :: ModCloth $64.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0021/8537/7392-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0021/8537/7392-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;2. The Commodore Skirt :: ModCloth $57.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;About a week ago I saw these adorable Embroidered Logs at &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/12/diy-project-embroidered-logs.html"&gt;Design*Sponge&lt;/a&gt; and have been dying to try it out myself! My grandma is really crafty, and I am staying with her another week, so maybe I will be able to embroider some logs with her and my darling little cousins! I just love saying that: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embroider logs&lt;/span&gt;. Look at how cute it is! I think I want to do some skis....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone have any good/fun ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/embroidered-logs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 515px;" src="http://www.designspongeonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/embroidered-logs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-6940317363736347595?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/6940317363736347595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-i-think-this-whole-town-is-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6940317363736347595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6940317363736347595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-i-think-this-whole-town-is-high.html' title='&quot;Dude, I think this whole town is high...'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-5724027658015041803</id><published>2010-03-02T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:44:08.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days and Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S43aMQ_PqyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YnglMq-Kn18/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+22.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S43aMQ_PqyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YnglMq-Kn18/s400/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+22.00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444247428814318370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was my last day of work ever at Primo. It is less exciting than I thought it would be, but I feel like I can finally look forward toward my future without anything restraining me, and for that I am deeply thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-5724027658015041803?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/5724027658015041803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-days-and-sushi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5724027658015041803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5724027658015041803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-days-and-sushi.html' title='Last Days and Sushi'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S43aMQ_PqyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YnglMq-Kn18/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-03-01+at+22.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-3414965823401624597</id><published>2010-02-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:26:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear ModCloth,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dear Blogger.com,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why won't you connect to your server and let my edit my blog post and upload more photos? It has forced me into posting a very scant blog entry today. Thanks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I deeply adore so many deliciously pretty items you carry in stock, why does it seem that everything that I actually desire to purchase is either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Out of Stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or astronomically beyond my budget? This makes me very sad. I still have hopes for our relationship together, maybe someday we will work it out, but for now, here is a list of your grievances against me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0025/9564/9146_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 439px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0025/9564/9146_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0027/5690/9448_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 447px;" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0027/5690/9448_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cindy Booties ($169.99) &amp;amp; Edie Wedgewick Shoes ($159.99)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7417504411592819070-3414965823401624597?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/3414965823401624597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-modcloth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3414965823401624597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3414965823401624597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-modcloth.html' title='Dear ModCloth,'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-4128115211157204930</id><published>2010-02-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:17:30.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchid Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been in the most horrible mood lately. Tuesday is the last day of my job, so I've been interviewing, hiring, and training people, which is downright exhausting. And I'm heading off to Telluride for a week and a half on the 8th, so there is planning going down for that. Right now I just feel like all the weight of the world is on my shoulders to not screw it up this time. College. Job. Relationship. FUTURE. Ya know, just light stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT! Today I had to go to downtown Ann Arbor to get a new septum retainer because mine fell out in the shower and went down the drain...so I got to go into Pangea Piercing, which is always a treat. If you live anywhere near Ann Arbor and want a new piercing or jewelry, they are the only place to go. Everything is surgical grade clean and top quality, and their piercers really know their shit. Did I mention they have the most beautiful jewelry?! I think I am going to finally grow some balls and gauge my ears out just so I can wear some of the gorgeousness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.pangeapiercing.com/web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oooh and right before that I went to one my most favorite stores in A2 called Orchid Lane. Everything in their warehouse right next to the store is $15 or under!!! I got the most darling skirt, a shirt, a knitted headband, and the cutest gloves for only $50! The gloves are a lot like a yellow leather pair that Rebecca of The Clothes Horse wore once, and ever since I saw them I have been on a mission to get a pair myself. Mine are knit fabric though, not leather. Anyway I'll whip out the new cuteness tomorrow and take some *gasp* outfit photos. Hopefully there will be some sunlight tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Also tomorrow, I really hope to be able to go see Avatar again. Not to sound like the biggest loser in the world, but I really resonated with that movie, especially Neytiri. I feel like I must have have been Native in a past life or something because I just feel like that is how I should be living my life! Ya know, out in the wilderness...riding flying dragons.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PSNL1qE6VY"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PSNL1qE6VY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-4128115211157204930?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/4128115211157204930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/orchid-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/4128115211157204930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/4128115211157204930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/orchid-lane.html' title='Orchid Lane'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-3679208712085515097</id><published>2010-02-21T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:05:22.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is not falling down, but refusing to get up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I am so deeply jealous of anyone who has a washer and dryer in their own home. I don't have to go to a coin-op, but I have to go outside, around my building and down into the creepy smelly musty basement to do my laundry. This results in me putting off doing my laundry until I literally do not have a single item of clothing to wear anymore, and my laundry pile is overtaking my bedroom like some clothing blob monster. Whine whine whine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I have no plans of marriage at the moment, but for some reason I like to spend often copious amounts of unwarranted time browsing weddings mags, sites, and just generally looking at weddings rings and dresses. I was never one of those little girls who planned her dream wedding, I preferred to play in the dirt with my brothers and spend the days at the barn with my horse...but I have definitely grown up to be one of those women who like to make wedding collages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't have TV in my home, so whenever I get a chance to watch TV I always see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TLC's&lt;/span&gt; "Say Yes to the Dress" is on. It seems like every time I watch that I end up crying with one of the brides. I am such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheeseball&lt;/span&gt;. Naturally, I got online at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KleinfeldBridal&lt;/span&gt;.com, fibbed about a wedding date, and started browsing wedding dresses. I have come to the conclusion that I am repeatedly drawn to the V-Neck A-Line/Sheath dress. I am pretty much in love with these beauties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/pics/items/large/Le-Spose-di-Gio-12335-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a name="12335"  style="font-weight: normal;  text-decoration: none; color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/pics/items/large/Monique-Lhuillier-12064-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Monique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lhuillier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/pics/items/large/Claire-Pettibone-12072-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Claire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pettibone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On a not-so-separate note: I completely and totally hate my new neighbors who live in the apartment below me. Two nights ago they threw a party that consisted of gangster rap and yelling that lasted until 4am. Yesterday they blasted their ghetto rap music and the "Discovery Channel Song" all day long at levels that I don't even think my stereo are capable of. And today I have discovered that on top of all of this, they are gamers. They are the type of gamers who don't wear headphones, but have a stereo system hooked up to their computer or whatever, so they can hear all of the explosions at a realistic level...and react realistically by constantly screaming at the game. Thank God I only have one more month here...the point is, I cannot handle listening to them anymore, so instead of posting more pretty engagement rings and such, I am going to watch some more Weeds and drown out their noise with some noise of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-3679208712085515097?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/3679208712085515097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/failure-is-not-falling-down-but.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3679208712085515097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/3679208712085515097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/failure-is-not-falling-down-but.html' title='Failure is not falling down, but refusing to get up.'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-6289611667881155092</id><published>2010-02-20T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:41:40.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telluride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Juan Riding Program'/><title type='text'>Orange Juice &amp; Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorry it has been so long since I posted anything. I cannot even start to begin to tell you about the massive shit storm that has been my life lately. Pardon my french, there is no other way around it. But I don't want to talk about that. Unfortunately, along with all of that comes me wearing a whole lot of jeans and hoodies, so I have nothing cute to show you. I did wear one outfit I liked, but as soon as I tried to take any pictures my mom poked in and was like, "Ooo what are you doing?! I want to take pictures on my camera!" So...I have no pictures. But my mommy is cute and I love her anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love Weeds. Just a couple days ago I went by my Dad's place and he happened to have season 5, so I have started to plow my way through that. Basically that means that when I'm not working I am spending a copious amount of time sitting/laying on my couch eating spoonfuls of Nutella, munching on macadamia nuts, and drinking mimosas with my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00024469.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of work, I just put in my two weeks on Tuesday! I am so excited! Good riddance!!!! It is so past due time that I move on. So on that note, what I am doing, it going to visit my grandparents in Telluride in a couple weeks here. I love Telluride so much, just look at how beautiful it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.telluridevisitorinformation.com/telluride%20from%20ingram%20falls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This picture is from www.telluridevisitorinformation.com. If you ever have some extra cash...or I should say a lot of extra cash, think about visiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Basically what it looks like right now is that when my lease is up here at the end of March, I am going to be moving to Telluride for the summer to volunteer at the San Juan Riding Program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The mission of the San Juan Riding Program (SJRP) is to promote equine facilitated therapy and activities for people with disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Juan Riding Program will provide quality recreational experiences and make the outdoors accessible by utilizing adaptive teaching techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These interactions with horses promote opportunities for beneficial improvement of physical, emotional and cognitive well-being to improve quality of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am so so so excited about this opportunity!! I really hope it works out. Equine Facilitated Therapy can do such amazing things physically, emotionally, and mentally for adults and children with all sorts of different disabilities, and I am so excited to be involved with a beautiful program like this in a real way. Look at how friggin cute this little boy is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sanjuanridingprogram.com/2005/students/images/DSCN0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.sanjuanridingprogram.com/2005/students/images/DSCN0517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh yeah, all of the information on the program and this picture are from the San Juan Riding Program website at www.sanjuanridingprogram.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-6289611667881155092?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/6289611667881155092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/orange-juice-champagne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6289611667881155092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6289611667881155092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/orange-juice-champagne.html' title='Orange Juice &amp; Champagne'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-1297103621695061736</id><published>2010-02-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:26:42.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee.'/><title type='text'>Wait, which one is decaf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First off, my blog is going through image puberty right now. I'm trying to get it looking pretty, but the process of doing so is probably going to result in many an awkward ugly duckling blog moment. Hang in there, I will be a beautiful swan blog one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete lack of intelligence in some of my customers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;befuddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; me. Today I had this guy come in and order two small coffees, one regular and one decaf. On the decaf one I wrote "decaf" in giant letters  with a red marker on the side. Then I had the man his coffees, hold up the decaf, point to the writing, and say, "This one is the decaf." I swear to god, not even three seconds later the guy looks at me, and asks, completely serious, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, which one is the decaf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" I took everything in my power to not jump over the counter and be like..."Well it is probably the one that has "decaf" written in giant red letters on it! The one I just pointed out to you!!!!!" Lord have mercy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S3GWS-mLlII/AAAAAAAAAE4/X-btL-pR3ko/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 491px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S3GWS-mLlII/AAAAAAAAAE4/X-btL-pR3ko/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291477997851778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This outfit is from a couple of days ago...I don't have any proper pictures of my standing in this outfit because after I had taken the photos and put them on my computer I realized that in all the photos I am dangerously close to pulling a Brittney Spears and showing everyone my pikachu. This is the first time I have ever layered tights! Much warmer, very nice. I got this dress up in Anchorage, AK at Lulu E. Bebe where Delightfully-Tacky used to work, she actually picked it out for me! This isn't my favorite styling of this piece I've done, but I was feeling sort of 80's dance party/work-out-a-thon. So why the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; not, you can't win always. I just felt like I should have been out clubbing at The Bang instead of shopping at Whole Foods. Lesson learned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hat/Gap :: Dress/Crimson Ivy from Lulu E. Bebe :: Shirt/UO :: Tights/Macy's &amp;amp; Target :: Leg Warmers/ American Apparel :: Shoes/ Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, my boyfriend face got his car stolen from right out front of his house two nights ago!! All of his work equipment was in it, as well as a pair of my Spanx! Sad day, those things are expensive! I think they were in his car because I wore them to a Thanksgiving dinner. Hindsight is 20/20, but wearing restrictive undergarments to an event at which the point is to stuff your face is not a good idea! Look at me go, whining about my missing Spanx when my poor man has lost basically half of his earthly possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nylonmag.com/modules/gallery/photo/uploaded_photos/366/issue_launch13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.nylonmag.com/modules/gallery/photo/uploaded_photos/366/issue_launch13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/span&gt; last night, which I think is one of the most amaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ng m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;vies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ver. Watch it some time if you haven't already. On that note, Jared Leto is pretty scrumptious. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;now he's al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;l emo 30 Seconds to Mars now, but whatever, I'd so tap that. I especially love that he is less eye-liner-y and more beardy. But honestly, what is going on with that hair, it's like he pulled it all up in front and just hair sprayed himself into oblivion. It's a little too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's Something About Mary&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ramble ramble ramble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo from Nylon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-1297103621695061736?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/1297103621695061736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-which-one-is-decaf.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1297103621695061736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1297103621695061736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-which-one-is-decaf.html' title='Wait, which one is decaf?'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S3GWS-mLlII/AAAAAAAAAE4/X-btL-pR3ko/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-8128189959573621249</id><published>2010-02-07T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:46:02.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinchilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpet bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy day'/><title type='text'>Hyenas are not Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow I got sucked into working today, which other than making a couple extra bucks, rendered my day useless. I hate that. Basically I need to grow up and clean my house, but I'm avoiding it like the plague. Not just avoiding cleaning, I am literally avoiding my house, I've been staying and the boy's place. Yikes. Mommy is coming into town on Friday for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;burfday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I need to tidy up and pretend like I can actually take care of myself for a couple days ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, meet the love of my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435676795878804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nPxQwjQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5Skkfu1NiZQ/s400/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carpet Bag/The Getup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so silly posting this outfit because I literally wore it no where. I put it on, walked around my house a bit, and decided that today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just a jeans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day. Does that ever happen to you? I figured I wasn't going anywhere, and I didn't feel comfortable...but I really wanted to put on the new tights I got from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if just for a moment. I'm silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nQ_ds43I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vmdBIIX9mhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435676816871056242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nQ_ds43I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vmdBIIX9mhQ/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435676805974544370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nQW3xT_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-_TdqtnjoDM/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boots/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Soho :: Tights/Urban Outfitters :: Skirt/H&amp;amp;M :: Belt/Target :: Shirt/H&amp;amp;M :: Necklace/I don't remember I've had it for so long....! :: Hat/Gap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, meet my boyfriend face! He's sitting next to me griping away that I am posting this picture online because his smile looks about creep and weird, but I want to give you something! He just said that he wants to take some photos with me, so hopefully I will have something cute of us soon :) Oh and the cute one in the picture is my Billie monster, she's almost a month old now!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435676835355619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nSEUw8XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hr1ZlARX37I/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note: I hate sports. Well, "traditional" sports. I love equestrian sports and running and such, but honestly football and basketball and hockey and baseball could disappear off the face of the planet and my life would be no worse for wear. Yes, this rant has to do with the Super Bowl. I don't think I even knew there was a football team named the Saints before today. Yikes...I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-American...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-8128189959573621249?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/8128189959573621249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/hyenas-are-not-friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/8128189959573621249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/8128189959573621249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/hyenas-are-not-friends.html' title='Hyenas are not Friends'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S29nPxQwjQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5Skkfu1NiZQ/s72-c/IMG_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-1694469201805432183</id><published>2010-02-06T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:46:59.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Getup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Outfitters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Arbor'/><title type='text'>Tearing At My Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thrifting&lt;/span&gt; at The Getup here in Ann Arbor. If you are ever in the area you should check it out, it's a really fun little vintage store! I got extremely frustrated because most vintage clothing is made for women who were "vintage size." Basically, my boobs fit into nothing. I did end up getting one dress though, I will have it up here tomorrow. I also got the most amazing carpet bag. I took one look at it and feel in love. Hell, I think it might just be the love of my life right now. I have caught myself staring at it in the passenger seat while driving a couple of times! Distracted driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why must Urban Outfitters be so full of the most wonderful darling clothing that is so very far outside of my budget! I was literally distressed by all of the pretty things I could not even think about buying, I think I might have just shed a tear or two. I fell in love with one skirt that was something ridiculous like $68. And there was this other dress that was so perfect and wonderful, but they only had it in size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty. Right now I am searching their website so I can post some pictures of the beautiful things...but apparently nothing I found is available online. Why didn't I think to take pictures of the things in the store? Ah, to live and learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other departments of life: I've started running again. I have this love hate relationship with running. I ran track for a couple years in high school, and I've run a couple of 5K and 10Ks since then. I get really annoyed with running while I am doing it, but as soon as I am done I think, "That was awesome! Let's do it again tomorrow!" And the soreness is the best kind of hurt. If I had my way, I would be riding horses every day, but I so do not have that kind of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically the point is that I need to lose some weight. Actually weight doesn't mean much to me at all, it is more a quality of life thing, weight just happens to be an excellent indicator of where you are at fitness wise! Even when I am fit, I am still curvy. I think the smallest my boobs have been since I first got them (lol) was a 36D, so don't worry, I'm not trying to become a stick monster. While we were shopping yesterday, my friend David and I decided that for every pound I lose, I should put $20 away into a savings account, and when I get near my fitness/weight goal, go on a shopping spree, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. spend lots of money at Urban and Thrift Stores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh no pictures or anything, what a visually boring post! Lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt; my loves! I shall have something a little more titilating up tomorrow...I hope :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-1694469201805432183?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/1694469201805432183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/tearing-at-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1694469201805432183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/1694469201805432183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/tearing-at-my-heart.html' title='Tearing At My Heart!'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-2863950438526021860</id><published>2010-02-02T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:47:52.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EFT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United States of Tara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riding Between the Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the tao of equus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mae West'/><title type='text'>"Cultivate your curves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_At2Pxgoc1a4/SQKeD1Eu5OI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Z_PkebR1dEM/s400/MaeWest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 413px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_At2Pxgoc1a4/SQKeD1Eu5OI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Z_PkebR1dEM/s400/MaeWest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;...they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided.&lt;/span&gt;" -Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just take a moment to appreciate the stunning woman that Mae West was? She was one of the first women of her time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;to really get out there and embrace her sensuality, eroticism, feminism, and curves!! And heaven have mercy, that woman has &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sass&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Love thy neighbor - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sex is emotion in motion.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A hard man is good to find.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naturalequipment.com.au/~naturale/catalog/images/RidingBetweenBook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://www.naturalequipment.com.au/~naturale/catalog/images/RidingBetweenBook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naturalequipment.com.au/~naturale/catalog/images/taoofequus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://www.naturalequipment.com.au/~naturale/catalog/images/taoofequus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I have read two books entitled &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Tao of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Riding Between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Worlds&lt;/span&gt; both by Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kohanov&lt;/span&gt;. Not to sound like a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheeseball&lt;/span&gt;, but these books have literally changed my life. Before I read &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Tao of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had heard of equine-facilitated therapy (EFT), but this book shed light on the practice with words and experiences that I had never been privy to before. The book chronicles the author's the time from unwitting stumble into the world of EFT to how she realized that this is what her true purpose is. After reading this book I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that being involved with EFT is my true purpose in life. Ever since I made the decision to align myself on the path to this career, and everything involved in to get there, absolutely everything in my life has been falling into place PERFECTLY. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After I finished reading &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Tao of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Equus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I picked up &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Riding Between the Worlds&lt;/span&gt;, Linda's next book, which goes into more detail about the actual experiences and tribulations involved in EFT. I'm not quite done with it yet, but I can always be sure that I will end up crying at some point in every chapter, out of joy or sorrow, or maybe both. Tears, I believe, are powerful. To me tears express that you have hit on something deep and authentic, so I always love a good cry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been riding&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/59/l_5cfa464646004c77d45cc754c2b43e12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/59/l_5cfa464646004c77d45cc754c2b43e12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; horses since I was 8 years old. I rode and trained in dressage for a year, and hunter/jumper for three years. After that point I acquired my first horse, Mocha. My Mocha is a 16.1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt; registered Quarter Horse, and we spent our 10 years together playing and exploring the wilderness of Alaska. Maybe it sounds silly to you, but he is my soul mate. I had Mocha for 10 years, up until the time I had to leave for college. I found him a temporary home in Oregon, but I eventually had to sell him about a year ago because there was just no way for my poor busy ass to bring a horse back into her life. Now, several years later, I'm planning on moving my pale sun-starved self down to Tucson, AZ to get myself a degree in Equine Science and pursue to career of my dreams. Ever since I sold Mocha I miss him like you wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;. Boys have come and gone, and my heart has healed and moved on, but I've never gotten over this horse. So once I am settled in in Tucson, it's only natural for my to pursue getting my baby back. I know exactly where he is and who owns him, so tracking him down isn't the problem, money is; horses eat money! I don't know how to describe it other than I feel like there is this constant pulling sensation in my solar plexus, and when I breathe into it, the message I get over and over again is "Get Mocha back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shizz&lt;/span&gt; for now. I must mention that I watched the entire first season of The United State of Tara on Sunday! The premise of the show is basically about this average woman with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; and two kids...only she has DID: Disassociate Identity Disorder. Tara isn't always Tara. Sometimes she's T. Or Buck. Or Alice. Or Gimme...oh my! As always, Toni Colette is fabulous, and her TV hubby Max, played by John Corbett, is scrum-diddly-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;umptious&lt;/span&gt;! If you haven't seen this show you should check it out and laugh your ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/United_States_of_Tara_title.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/United_States_of_Tara_title.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-2863950438526021860?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/2863950438526021860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/cultivate-your-curves.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/2863950438526021860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/2863950438526021860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/cultivate-your-curves.html' title='&quot;Cultivate your curves...'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_At2Pxgoc1a4/SQKeD1Eu5OI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Z_PkebR1dEM/s72-c/MaeWest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-7114829578575602758</id><published>2010-02-01T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:49:02.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>...even true beauty is too wild for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is nothing but drama right now and I hate it. But on Sunday I decided to brush my teeth and not look like everything that has been going on...has been going on. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! Michigan is pretty much the most dreary cold dark place ever right now, so I apologize for the poor lighting. This is one of my favorite outfits currently, it's cute but pretty comfy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLLXqWbSI/AAAAAAAAADY/26BKKQP47_E/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433394134148082978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLLXqWbSI/AAAAAAAAADY/26BKKQP47_E/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLLqIPqVI/AAAAAAAAADg/cYE1JVDXvCk/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433394139105306962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLLqIPqVI/AAAAAAAAADg/cYE1JVDXvCk/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture was totally unintentional, but it crack me up, so why not! It's like one of those amazing old pin up type photos, only more clothing (sad!). Here's a fun fact: I heart naked. But let's keep this blog PG for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLMNtB5YI/AAAAAAAAADo/21Ig5SbeV0A/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433394148654835074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLMNtB5YI/AAAAAAAAADo/21Ig5SbeV0A/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided bunny Lilah should join me for a couple photos. She's so giant and fluffy and fat. She hates me so much but I love her to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dKmjFdTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VWlR8-u_4LU/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433393501559410130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dKmjFdTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VWlR8-u_4LU/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dKYAjkaDI/AAAAAAAAADI/cG7sB2rVYp0/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433393251772295218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dKYAjkaDI/AAAAAAAAADI/cG7sB2rVYp0/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boots/ugg :: leggings/ h&amp;amp;m :: skirt/h&amp;amp;m :: plaid shirt/target :: yellow shirt/h&amp;amp;m ::belt/target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh I'm sorry this is so brief today! Drama is awaiting me, and I must attend to it...once there is something solid to share, I will...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-7114829578575602758?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/7114829578575602758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-true-beauty-is-too-wild-for-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/7114829578575602758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/7114829578575602758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-true-beauty-is-too-wild-for-you.html' title='...even true beauty is too wild for you'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S2dLLXqWbSI/AAAAAAAAADY/26BKKQP47_E/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-5144604755881877233</id><published>2010-01-28T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:48:00.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahimsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beginning again does not mean we have made an error. It is the heart of the practice, not a deviation from it." -&lt;/em&gt;pg 87 in &lt;em&gt;The Mindful Way Through Depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recently I came across this quote speaking to the mind wandering during meditation. As I thought about the quote, it dawned on me how &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; this is to life, not just to meditation. Sometimes life can seem like a series of failures and followed by new beginnings, and I always looked at that as a negative thing. But now I see it as the very heart of my existence, because without decay, there could never be rejuvenation! Just wanted to share that with you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you worry your darling little heads: &lt;em&gt;Yes, it was &lt;strong&gt;below zero&lt;/strong&gt; degrees Fahrenheit&lt;/em&gt; out today. I was only outside for about 5 minutes...nowI have been inside for over an hour now and I still can't feel my hands! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not entirely stoked on my outfit today, it feels a bit off. Most of my weekday outfits are completely thrown together on the spot wihout any thought or fuss and I spend a bit more time on my weekend wear...but for the sake of posting &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx113/dapzaftig/19566_526035304529_65800835_3119969.jpg?t=1264718702"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px; display: block; height: 485px;" alt="" src="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx113/dapzaftig/19566_526035304529_65800835_3119969.jpg?t=1264718702" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 537px;" alt="" src="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx113/dapzaftig/19566_526035239659_65800835_3119969.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hat/gap :: necklace/gift from delightfully-tacky :: top &amp;amp; jacket/forever 21 :: jeans/gap :: leg warmers/american apparel :: shoes/ forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx113/dapzaftig/19566_526035239659_65800835_3119969.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx113/dapzaftig/19566_526035239659_65800835_3119969.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) I don't remember how to look good in front of a camera...especially when it is so cold outside I can't think or even feel my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;b) I still have no idea where the best location to shoot outfit pics in or around my house is, which is compounded by the fact that I am still figuring out how to use my new camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c) Jackets ride up. Jeans scrunch up. Outfit looks wonky. Duly noted. Will fix outfit before photographing next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much to those of you wonderfuls who have already taken the time to check out my little blog so far, I really appreciate the love :) Hopefully soon I will have my own computer back, and be freed from the time limits on public access computers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I want to tell you a little bit more about where I'm at in life right now so I don't babble away in the future without any of you knowing the context of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently I manage a coffee shop in Ypsi. The work is alright, and I like most of my customers, but honestly I am just really burned out on the job and cannot wait to move on to something that actually engages my brain! Oh and my pay is crap, so I am broke broke broke. But hey, broke ladies can look cute too. Just because you are broke doesn't mean you have to wear mismatching track suits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been dating and in love with the most wonderful sexy man named Andrew for the last 7 months. He's a guitar player, skydiver, and buisness owner at the ripe old age of 20. Don't knock the age though (which is two years younger than myself), he's got this amazing intuitive old soul and has been through more shit than most people go through in a lifetime...but he is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; much so a 20 year boy at the same time though! Andrew is a total a total spazz, and I tend to be pretty grounded, so we balance each outher out really well. Hopefully I will get some pictures of him/us soon if I can ever get him to stop buzzing around for a second...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;em&gt;i still can't feel my hands sooo....&lt;/em&gt;I am going to leave it at that for now and head home to take a nice warm bath! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-5144604755881877233?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/5144604755881877233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahimsa.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5144604755881877233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5144604755881877233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahimsa.html' title='Ahimsa'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-6987012764041940922</id><published>2010-01-27T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:49:31.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey Gardens'/><title type='text'>Grey Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night while I was doing laundry I decided to pop "Grey Gardens" into my DVD player to stave off boredom...what ended up happening is me getting out my sketch book and making detailed drawings and notes about every outfit Drew Barrymore's character Edith Beal wears in her early years. It is now a goal in my life to thrift till I drop to find a close match to each and every one of them! Obv there are many more wonderful outfits that I couldn't find screen shots of... so if you love Depression/WWII Era clothing, I would highly recommend checking out this movie. Honestly I haven't even finished it yet, so I can't tell you if I would recommend it cinematic quality-wise, but if your a vintage fashion bug, it's a must see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfZMBBaCF8w/SePoApSkFCI/AAAAAAAAFm4/hk1rkVQlU3g/s400/grey+gardens+d+and+j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean how cute are these shorts?! They have this fantastic detailing with little red buttons above the pockets. And best of all she has on a pair of white heeled sandals with it all, which in my mind is simply the epitome of late 1930's Hampton beach style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJQynD4-5dY/SWojn8VD75I/AAAAAAAABIw/Fz3LxmPv5oU/s400/Grey-Gardens_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJQynD4-5dY/SWojn8VD75I/AAAAAAAABIw/Fz3LxmPv5oU/s400/Grey-Gardens_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would kill for this ivory silk hooded dress. It's so flowy and whimsical and elegant. Hooded dresses are my new favorite thing, so this takes the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/drewlittleedie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.catwalkqueen.tv/drewlittleedie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the outfit that appears about 20 minutes into the movie that finally got me to abandon my laundry and start madly sketching away. I don't have a tiny little long torso like Ms. Barrymore, but with the help of a little old fashion girdle...I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; rock this look soon enough! &lt;/span&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/7417504411592819070-6987012764041940922?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/6987012764041940922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/grey-gardens.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6987012764041940922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/6987012764041940922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/grey-gardens.html' title='Grey Gardens'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FfZMBBaCF8w/SePoApSkFCI/AAAAAAAAFm4/hk1rkVQlU3g/s72-c/grey+gardens+d+and+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-5042728110100969085</id><published>2010-01-26T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:44:18.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the roomies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Currently I am without computer. Well I have a computer, but it comes in the form of a public access library computer. This severely limits my outlet for potential awesomeness. So sorry for the lameness. Hopefully I will getting a fully functional personal computer back in my possession soon and thus acquiring a one way ticket out a JankyVille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, as a working lady, I spend the vast majority of my life wearing jeans and tee shirts and hoodies, so Monday thru Friday, outfit posts will be rare. Honeychild, bless your darling little heart if you are one of those broads who is willing to wake up at 5:30am to get all dolled up for a solid 8 hour work day in front of an espresso machine...that is just not me. So, in the mean time, here are my precious little roomies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S195Tvg4hKI/AAAAAAAAABw/UCi7b0xfFMI/s1600-h/IMG_0069%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431193055710971042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S195Tvg4hKI/AAAAAAAAABw/UCi7b0xfFMI/s320/IMG_0069%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilah and Banana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Lilah Pants, Fatty Magoo, Lilaherton and 'Nanners, Bananarang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(...why? because that's how it is with me and my babies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lilah and Banana love each other, and only each other. Lilah is the first animal I ever really got "on my own." She's a rescue bunny I got from the local shelter. Her first family didn't know that she was a she, and she produced a lot of little bunnies before they figured it out and gave her the heave-ho. Poor baby. I got Banana off of Craigslist because Lilah hates the world, and seemed like she needed a friend. It was instant face raping, bunny humping love from the get-go. Now they live in bliss and hate the world together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S193cGhHxxI/AAAAAAAAABo/lhQJtWAPVSY/s1600-h/IMG_0066%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191000301684498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S193cGhHxxI/AAAAAAAAABo/lhQJtWAPVSY/s320/IMG_0066%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprout and Clover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Sprouts, Sprouters, Sprout Monster and Clover Bover Dover Grover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two chinchilla ladies are the first daughters of Tucker and Herman. Born June 22, 2009 in the same litter as Butterz. Bestest friends and little darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189062056079170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S191rR_W70I/AAAAAAAAABg/fsGHSw_xRK0/s320/IMG_0062%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Bille Baby, Bille Monster, Baby Monster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Billie is the newest addition to my flock, born just two weeks ago on January 12th. Probably the cutest little monster in the history of....well, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188252849638066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S1908LdgirI/AAAAAAAAABY/cVgJBs_i9v0/s320/DSCN0336%5B1%5D" /&gt;Tucker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Tucker Bucker, Tucker Bo Bucker, Tuckerest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tucker is the first chinchilla I ever had the pleasure of bringing into my life. I was browsing Craigslist one day, and stumbled upon and add looking for a new home for this little darling. One thing lead to another, and she has ended calling my home her own. I call her my wonderful little Buddah Chilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S19yx0BeBMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4Ss71aNpJw4/s1600-h/IMG_0053%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431185875736069314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S19yx0BeBMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4Ss71aNpJw4/s320/IMG_0053%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herman and Butterz (name pending?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka Hermie, Hermes, Hermie Squirmie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Herman is the second chinchilla I got. Tucker seemed lonely, and he happened to have been dropped off at the Humane Society the same time I was looking for a new little friend. But this lady is bad at keeping track of time, and baby Herman soon became adult Herman...and with the help of Miss Tucker, has produced four more bundles of joy, Butterz included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. I am that Crazy Cat Lady. Only Chinchillas. And Bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-5042728110100969085?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/5042728110100969085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-roomies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5042728110100969085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5042728110100969085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-roomies.html' title='meet the roomies'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S195Tvg4hKI/AAAAAAAAABw/UCi7b0xfFMI/s72-c/IMG_0069%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7417504411592819070.post-5694622600511121468</id><published>2010-01-25T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:47:48.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaftig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the tao of equus'/><title type='text'>your liberation is bound up with mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to start somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;zaf-tig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-adjective &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. (of a woman) having a pleasantly plump figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. full-bodied; well-proportioned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age: 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Location: Ypsilanti, MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why Blog?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am at the crux of a momentous change in my life. Nothing is certain but my dreams and aspirations are very real. I want to document my life in this blog: the events, the outfits, the dreams, the changes, and whatever else may come my way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a couple of months I plan to move to Tucson, AZ in hopes to attend the University of Arizona in Tucson, to complete my degree in Equine Science. I have been deeply inspired by a book called&lt;em&gt; The Tao of Equus&lt;/em&gt; and plan on pursing a career in Equine Facilitated Therapy. It has taken me 22 years to reach that decision, but nothing in my life has felt more &lt;strong&gt;right.&lt;/strong&gt; I have been nothing but encouraged by the way every aspect of my life is falling together perfectly since I made this decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a zaftig lady. As I type, I am 5'5" and a 170lbs. All of that comes with some 36DDDs and a set of thighs built from years of riding (ladies who ride, you know what I mean). I want to blog to post fashionable outfits for (what I feel to be) a  very under-represented demographic of ladies: those of us who are far from svelte and small, but are not quite "plus sized."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much more about me that I would like to share...but that is what this blog is for right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you are coming here to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you are coming because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together&lt;/em&gt;." -Aboriginal Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7417504411592819070-5694622600511121468?l=dapzaftig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/feeds/5694622600511121468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-liberation-is-bound-up-with-mine.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5694622600511121468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7417504411592819070/posts/default/5694622600511121468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dapzaftig.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-liberation-is-bound-up-with-mine.html' title='your liberation is bound up with mine'/><author><name>Dap Zaftig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295131669134656995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isTav5S5ZbY/S23591JXroI/AAAAAAAAADw/EQOI4SsavAI/S220/IMG_0285.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
