<?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-5460539130022639354</id><updated>2011-09-02T20:58:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. LAS</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of a preppy Georgia peach working and living it up in Atlanta</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460539130022639354.post-8049895404193099214</id><published>2010-02-18T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:21:00.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 101</title><content type='html'>Being generally positive about most things in life, the end of a relationship changes a lot about how you look at life – starting all over again with a new person, questioning your purpose (I know, too deep for a midday post), and now that I am truly single again, many of my relationships with that of the opposite sex feel different now. So while debating this with some friends recently, here are some dating questions that have come to me recently. I try to keep a sense of humor about everything so I’d love to hear your thoughts, personal experiences, etc. Here goes………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· So truly can guys and girls be just friends starting at this age (late 20’s)? While in college I hung out with guys majority of the time – they looked out for me, no drama and generally paid for most of my drinks while we were out. But now, these friendships are changing – out of nowhere they are telling me they have feelings for me. I’m sorry, what? Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I’ve always been a social person, so spending time going out has been fun but I do foresee this getting old……I mean, if where you are suppose to meet someone is at bar, then why is it a surprise every time you discover that he’s a total drunk? I know everyone says, “you’ll meet the right guy when you least expect it, like in line at Kroger or something.” Well I don’t know how I’m going to know that I’ve met Mister Right in line at Kroger because I generally avoid eye contact with others at the grocery store – most likely I just rolled out of bed, I’m wearing scruffy Ugg boots and my 10 year old north face fleece jacket – I am very against getting dolled up to go grab eggs and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· If you meet a guy out, it’s pretty much assumed that we’re talking because we’re interested in each other, not to make new friends, right? Because I have enough of those – I don’t need any more, I’d like a boyfriend not a drinking buddy. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· What is the rule on dating a guy’s friend – because that relationship didn’t work, I am interested in you, but are there guy codes? And combining dating and facebook? Yikes……does a personal message mean something more than a simple wall post from a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, now I feel better.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460539130022639354-8049895404193099214?l=mslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8049895404193099214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dating-101.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/8049895404193099214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/8049895404193099214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dating-101.html' title='Dating 101'/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460539130022639354.post-848864579427471224</id><published>2010-02-08T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:21:53.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know. I’ve been missing again. But it’s for good reason – I’ve been doing a lot of healing, moving on, moving into a new place – many changes. But all positive ones! Gosh, it makes me so sad to read that last post. But with each trip I take, each dinner party I attend, or wedding shower I host, I move on more and more and realize I’m doing just fine. The nights are tough of course – I never say no to an invitation it seems so that I keep busy and distracted. But I’ve had the opportunity to travel and experience so many things I never would have done before! But I also have the under eye circles to show for it! Nothing a little Clinique All about Eyes can’t fix of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dating a guy there for a bit – lived in New York so I was travelling up there to visit him. Which was so much fun…….but we just weren’t on the same page……and I really don’t think that I was as into him as he was for me from the get go. I was always very honest about where I was in my life – unavoidable baggage based on my very recent past relationship. I just wanted to have fun, enjoy life and not get too serious. He is a wonderful guy with a lot to offer (and a great place to stay in NYC, he he), just not the right guy for me. Guess I should mention his friend that I developed a bit of a secret crush on.....stay tuned, but I may have to wait this one out.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve since moved in with my little sister, and we are having a blast – girls’ dinners, the Bachelor viewing parties and more. Can’t wait to see where life is going to take me next. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/S3BWIvpHNSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Ank7QCEEA4/s1600-h/Laura"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435939458464036130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/S3BWIvpHNSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Ank7QCEEA4/s320/Laura%27s+camera+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/5460539130022639354-848864579427471224?l=mslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/848864579427471224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/848864579427471224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/848864579427471224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/S3BWIvpHNSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5Ank7QCEEA4/s72-c/Laura%27s+camera+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460539130022639354.post-3436531205614612605</id><published>2009-08-03T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:26:49.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SncBOgNKRoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sIJ6YnSORRk/s1600-h/pc+vs+mac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758829710165634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SncBOgNKRoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sIJ6YnSORRk/s320/pc+vs+mac.bmp" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get my own computer - I was thinking of a PC, a Dell inspirion is what I've been leaning towards. But I'm a sucker for those Mac commericals.....their marketing always sucks me in. :)  This will be my first tech purchase on my own, so I'd love to hear your thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/5460539130022639354-3436531205614612605?l=mslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/3436531205614612605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-get-my-own-computer-i-was.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/3436531205614612605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/3436531205614612605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-get-my-own-computer-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SncBOgNKRoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sIJ6YnSORRk/s72-c/pc+vs+mac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460539130022639354.post-6638960523119551463</id><published>2009-07-31T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:06:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m leaving today to go out of town for a girl’s weekend on the coast. I’m so excited to have a weekend away, but I’m also a little down about it. I know it’s going to be a great weekend, but it’s also the same place that my ex and I took our first big trip together. It was my college graduation gift from him a weekend in Savannah. We went several other times together, but this will be my first time going without him. The distraction of being angry at him has masked the fact that I am so lonely without him. And I miss him. He hurt me so much. I can not even begin to explain to y'all how much he hurt me – hiding my wedding rings from me because I “didn’t deserve them” and needed to “earn them back,” dropping all of my clothes off at my parents in trash bags - ya’ll I could go on and on. But I still miss him so much. How messed up is that? Maybe I just miss having some one…...or that I’m suddenly single being forced into the single lifestyle when I was ready to settle down. But then on the flip side I want to settle down with someone but I’m terribly afraid of commitment now because what if someone does this to me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love some encouraging words – and I’m sorry to through a pity party for myself. I really am thrilled to be with my friends this weekend. I’m hoping to make it to the Paris Market on Broughton Street and pick myself up something nice. And since the cute lime green clutch he bought for me there 3 years ago has either been thrown out or given to his new fiancé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all are doing well and have a wonderful weekend. I’ll&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnNOdteeqhI/AAAAAAAAADk/9SHQXB3TPB4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364717853458999826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnNOdteeqhI/AAAAAAAAADk/9SHQXB3TPB4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tell Paula ya’ll say hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460539130022639354-6638960523119551463?l=mslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/6638960523119551463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-leaving-today-to-go-out-of-town-for.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/6638960523119551463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/6638960523119551463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-leaving-today-to-go-out-of-town-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnNOdteeqhI/AAAAAAAAADk/9SHQXB3TPB4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460539130022639354.post-8526939062793043905</id><published>2009-07-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:41:39.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363921950338799106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnB6mDTdVgI/AAAAAAAAADM/dlqdmLFo6Tk/s320/DSCF0886.JPG" border="0" /&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;Welcome to my new blog, it was tough closing Mrs LSL down, but a nice fresh start is what I’m needing! Things are a little dull on this page for now – but I’ll liven it up over time. Your comments always helped accomplish that on the old page, and I’m hoping to still get them over here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to try not to dwell on the past, but I’m sure it’s going to come up every once in a while. I guess there’s no better place to talk about the hard times– after all, ya’ll are my blogger cheerleaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too long back from my amazing trip to Scotland - family, friends, beautiful scenery and my favorite food group, fish and chips! I think I ate fish and chips at least 5 times in 10 days. A little much, but worth the extra 5 pounds I put on while I was there. I'm going to post some more pictures of my trip very soon, but here's just the one for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460539130022639354-8526939062793043905?l=mslas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/feeds/8526939062793043905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/8526939062793043905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460539130022639354/posts/default/8526939062793043905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mslas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Ms. LAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579514455452347489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnbcBzTWEeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8Xar2UkeHFM/S220/BnOy3zDbOrdwZOZ-zSMZJLSi79WNaAJZXno3h7PbSl3S013lbT-5Gw-3m_FDlibG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEcH4m_g5Q8/SnB6mDTdVgI/AAAAAAAAADM/dlqdmLFo6Tk/s72-c/DSCF0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
