<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682</id><updated>2009-10-13T01:08:07.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Soul...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-8672683657123495082</id><published>2008-05-19T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:32:31.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tagged by &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. One movie that made you laugh: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;. frickin' HILARIOUS, and only gets more so the more you watch it &lt;-- Hells yes. I watch that movie almost daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. One movie that made you cry: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. One movie you loved when you were a child: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033563/"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/a&gt;, she's so over worked and under played! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. One movie you’ve seen more than once: 13 Going On 30. I've watched it more than 100 times, easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. One movie you loved, but were embarrassed to admit it: 99.9% of Jennifer Aniston's movies!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. One movie you hated: Cloverfield. What a HUGE waste of my time!&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0374900/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. One movie that scared you: The Grinch. *edit to add: scareS me. I'm not over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. One movie that bored you: The Simpson's movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. One movie that made you happy&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;: Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. One movie that made you miserable: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460792/"&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/a&gt;, most recently - glad I watched it, but I never want to see it again &lt;-- I hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. One movie you weren’t brave enough to see: I haven't encountered this yet. YET being the operative word here people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. One movie character you’ve fallen in love with: Gisele from Enchanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. The last movie you saw: 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. The next movie you hope to see: Baby Mama!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/6514752149342840682-8672683657123495082?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8672683657123495082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=8672683657123495082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8672683657123495082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8672683657123495082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-me-to-new-york-id-love-to-see-la.html' title='Take me to New York, I&apos;d love to see L.A...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-3659628304962422808</id><published>2008-02-09T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:06:02.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Record Show...</title><content type='html'>Cloverfield. Sucked. HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-3659628304962422808?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3659628304962422808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=3659628304962422808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/3659628304962422808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/3659628304962422808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-record-show.html' title='Let the Record Show...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-7592883262145929498</id><published>2008-02-08T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:20:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide the Children!</title><content type='html'>We're going to see 'Cloverfield' tonight. I'm pretty nervous. I can't handle scary movies like I used to. It's like, once you turn 24 you lose all ability to not shit your pants when something unexpected happens. I just know that I'm going to spend most of the movie with my face burried in Jay's arm and my hand over my mouth so I don't scream. Stereotypical girl, much!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I'm trying to teach myself web design. It's not easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-7592883262145929498?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7592883262145929498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=7592883262145929498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7592883262145929498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7592883262145929498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/hide-children.html' title='Hide the Children!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-7672262126390631149</id><published>2008-02-07T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:36:23.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protesting'/><title type='text'>Ode to the Polar Bear</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusted with the amount of snow currently residing on my porch. There's really not much more to it. There's far too much snow for my liking. Especially considering the amount of time it took me to drive from Mississauga to Bolton last night. Totally unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby petition spring to hurry the crap up. Anyone with me? I'm ready to stage a protest. I'll make the signs and write the chant. Who's with me!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-7672262126390631149?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7672262126390631149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=7672262126390631149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7672262126390631149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7672262126390631149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-polar-bear.html' title='Ode to the Polar Bear'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-8650935726589735656</id><published>2008-02-06T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:13:14.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Your Name On The Dotted Line!</title><content type='html'>I registered the domain name!&lt;br /&gt;GIGGITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-8650935726589735656?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8650935726589735656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=8650935726589735656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8650935726589735656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8650935726589735656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign-your-name-on-dotted-line.html' title='Sign Your Name On The Dotted Line!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-1373167799879675842</id><published>2008-02-05T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:10:48.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>By Golly She's Got It!</title><content type='html'>Though no actual imagination of my own, an idea has been born! (snaps for Jay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. how to tackle said idea. This could be a challenge for me. Go Daddy is already proving to be a royal pain in my average-sized rump! Anyone out there with any web design experience? I'm looking to pick some brains and perhaps, dare I say... BRAINSTORM!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-1373167799879675842?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1373167799879675842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=1373167799879675842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/1373167799879675842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/1373167799879675842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-golly-shes-got-it.html' title='By Golly She&apos;s Got It!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-7810122432834677022</id><published>2008-02-02T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:49:14.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this idea in my head that I'm going to be the next 'Big Thing' on the intertubes :) I want to be on Oprah in 10 years talking about my little idea that unexpectedly   starts blowing the mind of blue collar households all over the world. Remember the lady who made the Jibbitz for Crocs? Can you imagine how much money she's making right now!? Man! I need an idea like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-7810122432834677022?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7810122432834677022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=7810122432834677022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7810122432834677022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/7810122432834677022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-this-idea-in-my-head-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-8480603157191223743</id><published>2007-08-18T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:10:58.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They'll grow us evil trees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COfTIS99hzU/Rsb7l5SdxuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3c212l-ePns/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COfTIS99hzU/Rsb7l5SdxuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3c212l-ePns/s320/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100040256495666914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. My blad head and my way of dealing with said bald head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut about 6 inches off my head and I'm not going to lie - it feels VERY strange. There was a lot of 'stress' sweating while I was getting it cut. I'm pretty sure I was sweating more than a 400 lb man on a hot, summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that the Smirnoff Ice once I got home helped. So did the 6 more I drank after that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Port Elgin (and Kate.. you've been there!) was great! It was far too cold and windy to sit on the beach, but we took a walk up the shoreline anyway. I put my feet in the water and decided that it was pretty chilly! Lake Huron certainly isn't know for it's similarities to a hot spring. We also enjoyed lunch at First Base, which has since changed names... so dumb. I'd have to say the train ride on the North Shore Railroad was by far the COOLEST thing we've done in a long time! There's nothing cooler than being toured around a beach in a little blue steam engine! YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half-sister Lisa lives in Port Elgin now, so we spent the remainder of our afternoon hanging out with them. Pretty fly, I'll have to say!  She and her boyfriend Kevin have a nice apartment downtown. We topped it all off with a nice dinner before heading home for the night. We'll definitely take them up on their offer of spending a night there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures from our journey, but the camera's in the car and Jay's sealing the driveway... so that would require me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk &lt;/span&gt;to the car that's currently parked up the street.. and I'm not dressed. You see the problems here. :) I'll post 'em up later, taters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off - there's cleaning to be done and I'm looking like the one that's going to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-8480603157191223743?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8480603157191223743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=8480603157191223743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8480603157191223743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/8480603157191223743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/theyll-grow-us-evil-trees.html' title='They&apos;ll grow us evil trees...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COfTIS99hzU/Rsb7l5SdxuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3c212l-ePns/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-5441576853648250272</id><published>2007-08-16T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:14:42.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only what you waaaannnnntttt...</title><content type='html'>I have a hair appointment today. I'm not looking forward to it. Not at ALL. I'm at the point where I'm ready for a change, but I'm in no way ready to actually MAKE the change. It's a strange position to be in, really.  It's pretty much like when you graduate! Why make so many unnecessary changes all at once!&lt;br /&gt;Jay and I are going up to Port Elgin tomorrow to check out the Flea Market and the beach for the day. I'm so very excited! I haven't been to Port Elgin in years! I feel the need to subject Jay to all the things that town has to offer: a ride on the train, First Base french fries, Scoopy Do ice cream... mmmmmmmm I just hope the weather is nice! That beach carries a breeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-5441576853648250272?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5441576853648250272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=5441576853648250272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/5441576853648250272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/5441576853648250272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-only-what-you-waaaannnnntttt.html' title='It&apos;s only what you waaaannnnntttt...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-2818958362646179429</id><published>2007-08-07T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:08:59.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey now, hey baby...</title><content type='html'>In an effort to actually use this blog, I've committed try and write something at least every two days. I always find that when I start these things, it inevitably dies because I can never think of anything of substance to write. I'm a pretty boring person, in my opinion. OR... I am so horribly interesting that I can't think of one thing in particular to write that won't completely blow someone's mind! ;)  I can dream, can't I? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-2818958362646179429?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2818958362646179429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=2818958362646179429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/2818958362646179429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/2818958362646179429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-now-hey-baby.html' title='Hey now, hey baby...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514752149342840682.post-4763322475613285784</id><published>2007-08-03T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:02:28.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't worry...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to admit something.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one reason I've created this blog this morning and it has nothing to do with Kate harassing me. The reason is much larger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world as I know it, has officially come to a screeching halt. What does one do when they're not immediately able to find out what every one of their 'cool' (the ones on Facebook, naturally!) friends are doing? This is so very UNcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also admit something else. Why not! I'm on a roll ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the same song on repeat for the last 30 minutes. I suspect this is my brain's subconscious way of healing my Facebook injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll get creative here and add pictures! Maybe I'll take all the Facebook pictures and put them on THIS blog. That'll show Facebook! FACEBOOK! You are my bitch lover!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514752149342840682-4763322475613285784?l=youvegotsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4763322475613285784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6514752149342840682&amp;postID=4763322475613285784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/4763322475613285784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514752149342840682/posts/default/4763322475613285784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youvegotsoul.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-dont-worry.html' title='You don&apos;t worry...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16990481584193506902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02778108761945207073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>