<?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-4684439021577647965</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:13:29.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thatgirlis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thatgirlis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07268409848049848659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684439021577647965.post-7812748598954277300</id><published>2009-03-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:18:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>I have had this overwhelming sadness the last few days over the death of Natasha Richardson. What seemed to be not that unusual of an occurrence falling on the bunny slopes, turned into devastation to all that loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, my friend took a tumble over her own two feet ,landing face down on her dining room floor. One black eye and a terrible headache later, she proceeded on with her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as women are multi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taskers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;succeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so continue with the usual laundry list of chores. That is exactly what my friend did , until the exhaustion over took her being. After much coaxing , my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; agreed to see a doctor. One MRI and a full exam later , she had a concussion ! She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from all daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and went to bed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After A few days of what she thought was total indulgence , she was out and about doing her normal routine. Unfortunately for my friend nothing seemed normal. The headaches where back and so was the inability to function at her usual pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she spent the day having repeated tests and we have yet to know the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When unexpected accidents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; total strangers or someone near and dear, it leaves us feeling very vulnerable , knowing it could happen just as easily to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the family of Natasha Richardson to find peace an understanding .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4684439021577647965-7812748598954277300?l=thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7812748598954277300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/vulnerable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/7812748598954277300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/7812748598954277300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>thatgirlis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07268409848049848659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684439021577647965.post-3699398736271289239</id><published>2009-03-14T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:32:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning When I got to work, I had no clue the impact of my recent decision to relocate my shop would have on my eight year old niece ,Carly.(I refer to her as Carly Q)&lt;br /&gt;Let me give a brief history , so you will understand the importance of her feelings......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before Carly was born ,my sister Lisa would sit in my shop ,very pregnant , very anxious and very supportive of my anxieties being a shop girl !! In fact , Carly was born a few hours after a very long Saturday hanging out on the "man chair " in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and my new , quite adorable niece Carly become regular fixtures at my shop when ever their time  and my shop hours coincided (which was every Saturday and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; weekday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got  the picture ???? Oh yes , Carly was the mascot and the customers loved her presence She added another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dimension&lt;/span&gt; to the shop. She would have  danceathons and collect change from patrons to give to my favorite charity.... (an Epilepsy camp).Carly would stand in my display window and pretend she was a mannequin, promoting her favorite pick of the day. Needless to say , this is her home away from home !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twelve years ,four leases and a feeling of desperation...... It is time to reinvent and step out of the comfort zone I have known all of my shopgirl years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam relocating and reinventing myself !!  Starting a new adventure  !! Two days ago The for rent sign apppeared and the first person to read in horror was Carly !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as her eyes welled up and she found a comfortable place to nest in the bottom of an armoir cabinet. My heart broke for her . Change is difficult at any stage of life and when you are eight years old , your whole world has been shaken . I immediately started a dialogue about some obscure topic and when I saw Carly feeling a bit more settled , tried to reassure her about the changes and she will be an intrical part of journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ,we have no clue the impact we have made on others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4684439021577647965-3699398736271289239?l=thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3699398736271289239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning-when-i-got-to-work-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/3699398736271289239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/3699398736271289239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning-when-i-got-to-work-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>thatgirlis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07268409848049848659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4684439021577647965.post-5098588345594543259</id><published>2009-03-03T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:38:15.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PeDvub_spi8/Sa2HH3BcPYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vqhGdKBamd8/s1600-h/kindle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309048104838512002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PeDvub_spi8/Sa2HH3BcPYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vqhGdKBamd8/s320/kindle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I received a new shipment of bags which we have been carrying for quite some time. They are probably one of the most popular items we sell in the shop for various reasons. But this weekend the bag took on a whole new meaning.... a customer was looking for a practical yet cool and chic bag to hold her new Amazon Kindle 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so thrilled with the functionality yet attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to blog on the Kindle website and this bag has taken off like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be purchased at my shop...Cheryl W 5817 Forbes Ave Pittsburgh, Pa 15217&lt;br /&gt;or my web boutique at...&lt;a href="http://www.thatgirlis.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=391&amp;amp;zenid=9jlqp6c4djntj30bcpmoopc4t7"&gt;http://www.thatgirlis.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=391&amp;amp;zenid=9jlqp6c4djntj30bcpmoopc4t7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4684439021577647965-5098588345594543259?l=thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5098588345594543259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-phenomenon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/5098588345594543259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4684439021577647965/posts/default/5098588345594543259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlisyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-phenomenon.html' title='A New Phenomenon'/><author><name>thatgirlis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07268409848049848659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PeDvub_spi8/Sa2HH3BcPYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vqhGdKBamd8/s72-c/kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
