<?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-5242352254225152992</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:41:54.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NTL BLOG...</title><subtitle type='html'>Following the Author V.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-3352614427317471824</id><published>2010-03-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:04:13.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><summary type='text'>I wish I had the energy to write another book.  I honestly don't know what I'd write about though.  It's no longer a need for me to write about my heartache and sorrow, and I can also say I am not in place to write about joy and excitement...I just am.  It's funny to think that I'm a published author.  Don't people know most published authors, aren't they recognizable when they walk down the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3352614427317471824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=3352614427317471824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3352614427317471824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3352614427317471824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-8991649940838080530</id><published>2010-03-05T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:08:37.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>I. am. happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8991649940838080530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8991649940838080530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8991649940838080530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8991649940838080530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-7774258673117528751</id><published>2010-03-01T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:11:01.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for Perfect Love Songs...Part I</title><summary type='text'>
Wild Horses - The Sundays 
...best version ever



To Linger - The Cranberries
...modern classic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7774258673117528751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=7774258673117528751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7774258673117528751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7774258673117528751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/wild-horses.html' title='Quest for Perfect Love Songs...Part I'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-5496390544960799508</id><published>2010-03-01T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:02:10.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Boyfriends...</title><summary type='text'>My ex sent me a message today, asking about "getting together again", and of course I'm considering it, since I've spent the last 6 months in agony since we've been apart.  But I am really thinking about it, hard, maybe he means just get together to hang out or have a drink, or maybe he really means try again.  He really hurt me, because I just didn't understand why we were separating. I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5496390544960799508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5496390544960799508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5496390544960799508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5496390544960799508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-boyfriends.html' title='Old Boyfriends...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-738518166509852333</id><published>2010-02-24T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:54:48.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rabbit...</title><summary type='text'>
I read the book “Go Ask Alice” in one night…it was, it is inexplicable. It’s something you have to read, and there is no way to actually be ready for it…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/738518166509852333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=738518166509852333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/738518166509852333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/738518166509852333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/white-rabbit.html' title='White Rabbit...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-4609795949602661557</id><published>2010-02-24T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:46:43.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, not what I thought...</title><summary type='text'>So I spent some time over at tumblr, and to be honest it wasn't what I thought it would be, I feel isolated over there, I have decided to return and stay at my original blog space, it's my home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4609795949602661557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4609795949602661557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4609795949602661557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4609795949602661557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-not-what-i-thought.html' title='Okay, not what I thought...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-8846751530952902693</id><published>2010-02-14T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:53:52.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“
Iris, in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady but for some reason, you’re behaving like the best friend.-Arthur "The Holiday"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8846751530952902693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8846751530952902693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8846751530952902693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8846751530952902693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/iris-in-movies-we-have-leading-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-4712882317035529485</id><published>2010-02-10T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:53:06.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would give up all that I have for one more day with you, there is nothing more I can write because it will all sound cliche’…I can only show you, it hurts so bad that you don’t have me in your heart anymore.  Please,please. Everyday without you is the biggest struggle of my life, and it gets no easier…I wish you loved me again. please.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4712882317035529485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4712882317035529485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4712882317035529485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4712882317035529485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-would-give-up-all-that-i-have-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-2922696671838685860</id><published>2010-02-09T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:52:08.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



Gone are the days of writing your phone number in the palm of his hand and letting serendipity take control.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2922696671838685860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=2922696671838685860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2922696671838685860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2922696671838685860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/gone-are-days-of-writing-your-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S4YB30z3nLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/yKZixOHtimw/s72-c/serendipity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-3695563245280310304</id><published>2010-02-09T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:50:22.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“
…but for your information, skinny bitch, ..black men an’ a whole lotta’ muthfuckin’ white men have had plenty fun adorin’ my ass. I don’t wear their teeth marks in my butt for nothin’…-Jungle Julia "Grind House"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3695563245280310304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=3695563245280310304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3695563245280310304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3695563245280310304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/but-for-your-information-skinny-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-292542386986112133</id><published>2010-02-06T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:21:01.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOOOOOVED!!!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I did it!  I'm gonna try Tumblr for a while and see how it goes.  You can actually get my posts quicker (yeah, like there are soooo many of you out there that care what I have to say) because Tumblr will tweet them out for me.

So here is the link to the NEW NTL BLOG SITE {same blog, just different location!}

&lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/292542386986112133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=292542386986112133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/292542386986112133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/292542386986112133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-moooooved.html' title='I MOOOOOVED!!!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-4124014890044166159</id><published>2010-02-06T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:19:31.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I've decided...</title><summary type='text'>To go ahead and move over to Tumblr.  I'm going to keep my book website the same, but just move the blog, I like the structure, and for the little bit I'm doing I think it would be easier to integrate to Tweets and stuff.  I hope I can move everything over, we'll see. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4124014890044166159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4124014890044166159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4124014890044166159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4124014890044166159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-ive-decided.html' title='Ok, I&apos;ve decided...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-8085931163436730188</id><published>2010-02-04T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:31:41.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready for Valentines Day...</title><summary type='text'>
I miss my heart beat...he's out there, one day I hope he returns</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8085931163436730188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8085931163436730188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8085931163436730188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8085931163436730188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-ready-for-valentines-day.html' title='Not Ready for Valentines Day...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-2389927398040636799</id><published>2010-01-31T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:07:01.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dingos, Cowboys and Smokey Bar...</title><summary type='text'>

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  Eagles - One Of These Nights .mp3 
    
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This is the song that makes you dream of the perfect dance partner...the tall dark stranger that holds you close and can two step you across the bar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2389927398040636799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=2389927398040636799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2389927398040636799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2389927398040636799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-dingos-cowboys-and-smoky-bar.html' title='Old Dingos, Cowboys and Smokey Bar...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-6163468268847700548</id><published>2010-01-31T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:54:18.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Christopher Cross...</title><summary type='text'>


you gave us so much more than the Arthur theme song</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6163468268847700548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=6163468268847700548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/6163468268847700548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/6163468268847700548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-christopher-cross.html' title='Thank You Christopher Cross...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-7608481938445220473</id><published>2010-01-31T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:38:16.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not here...</title><summary type='text'>I want to roam.  When I was a little girl, I never wanted to go home, and now that the one who made my heart feel at home has gone, I have no call to stay in one place anymore.  I want to roam.  Watch the sparkling show of stars greet the red mountains in a kiss goodnight, a gentle hum of an engine in my ear.  I want to roam.  Fur coats and hats, hiding glow sticks that bounce on blackness in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7608481938445220473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=7608481938445220473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7608481938445220473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7608481938445220473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-here.html' title='It&apos;s not here...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-83260990293878000</id><published>2010-01-31T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:31:35.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD</title><summary type='text'>First I want to say "Thank You" to Odetoawe for giving me such a wonderful award!   Secondly, I will now answer the 7 things I love to do:

1. Write
2. Be with him laughing...I still dream of it
3. Go to the gym
4. Dance with wild abandon w/ my ipod
5. Watch TV and talk life w/ my friend Amal.
6. Listen to 3 year old Josselyn tell a story, or give a movie review...because of her spirited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/83260990293878000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=83260990293878000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/83260990293878000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/83260990293878000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-blogger-award.html' title='BEAUTIFUL BLOGGER AWARD'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S2ZI4iIkcYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DgtF9BK_Fm8/s72-c/beautiful%20blogger%20award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-493554623636228630</id><published>2010-01-25T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:47:35.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A View from the Top...</title><summary type='text'>
This is one of the best comedic, yet inspirational movies ever.  "A View form the Top" staring Gwyneth Paltrow, Mike Myers, Christina Applegate and Candice Bergen...oh, yeah and Mark Ruffalo.  It's 5:30 in the morning and I'm watching it and remembering how much I loved it the first time around, and feeling {just for now} a little less awful about being stuck in a small town and wanting to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/493554623636228630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=493554623636228630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/493554623636228630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/493554623636228630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/view-from-top.html' title='A View from the Top...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S112uZ65clI/AAAAAAAAAZo/V6OFeiYxCFg/s72-c/view_from_the_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-4424292432012322973</id><published>2010-01-20T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:43:16.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><summary type='text'>- They would play good Brit-coms on public TV again like Murder Most Horrid and CHEF!
- People would realize that there are actually 3 Wilson brothers, and Owen is NOT the cutest by far!!! Uggh!
- My Mom hadn't written her name and the date she finished my Twilight books in my books, now, I can't sell'em.
- I could just come home and not feel compelled to get on the computer, I remember days when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4424292432012322973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4424292432012322973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4424292432012322973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4424292432012322973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-3810641198297648733</id><published>2010-01-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:07:26.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my MOST Favorite movies...EVER</title><summary type='text'>


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3810641198297648733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=3810641198297648733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3810641198297648733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3810641198297648733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-of-my-most-favorite-moviesever.html' title='Two of my MOST Favorite movies...EVER'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-5528622461748649014</id><published>2010-01-16T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:09:50.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning 2 hours before Work</title><summary type='text'>
The Ramones
I Wanna be Sedated
I love this song, one of my friends in highschool (and I) used to listen to this song after every track practice on the way home, still pumped after running a billion miles!
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The Police
Walking on the Moon
An ex-boyfriend gave me their entire discography on tape...classic.  No one makes good music anymore, and noone gives awesome gifts 
like that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5528622461748649014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5528622461748649014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5528622461748649014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5528622461748649014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-morning-2-hours-before-work.html' title='Saturday Morning 2 hours before Work'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-7469686305379600114</id><published>2010-01-15T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:42:13.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head to Pen...I make no sense</title><summary type='text'>




A friend of mine asked me last night...

"So, V., I loved your book, when are you comin' out with the second volume?"

Shock and amazement 1.because the friend is a man (which really shouldn't be a shock because it seems mostly men that enjoy it...maybe they enjoy knowing a woman is in total anguish) and B. because it seems people are actually anxious to read what I have to say about my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7469686305379600114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=7469686305379600114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7469686305379600114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7469686305379600114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/head-to-peni-make-no-sense.html' title='Head to Pen...I make no sense'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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/_Au3SMPnfls4/S1FDaZF1n4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/dkVFqw9JTAE/s72-c/V.pic.media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-5302779124435746590</id><published>2010-01-13T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:48:45.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 90's Moment...</title><summary type='text'>
Stabbing Westward
Shame
Wither Blister Burn + Peel
Awesome, cut...whomever said that rock, metal, grunge-whatever has no beat, is an idiot!
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Chris Isaak
Wicked Game
Heart Shaped World
Cheesy video.  Heard the whole time on set Helena was bitchy and aloof, but I guess those are the perks of being a model.  I love this song though.















</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302779124435746590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5302779124435746590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5302779124435746590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5302779124435746590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-90s-moment.html' title='Another 90&apos;s Moment...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-1063426141362708419</id><published>2010-01-13T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:42:47.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did she ever make a "List"...</title><summary type='text'>
I really think Sigourney Weaver's beauty was/ is underestimated.  All these years all people assimilate her face with is the phrase "Get away from her you BITCH!"...but honestly, the more I look at her in her movies from yester-year (I know...NO ONE, says that anymore), even up to the last movie I saw her in "Heart Breakers" I really think she should have been on somebodies list of most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1063426141362708419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1063426141362708419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1063426141362708419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1063426141362708419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-she-ever-make-list.html' title='Did she ever make a &quot;List&quot;...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S06SrB_KRDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_dA2ejHdyc4/s72-c/sig%20weave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-1189238293841378886</id><published>2010-01-12T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:12:09.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape from Alcatraz...</title><summary type='text'>
Why does Tiger look like he's getting his 1hour of fresh air on the yard in this photograph.  Seriously, he could take over for Danny Trejo in playing ex-con extra's and actually let Trejo get the attention he deserves as a seasoned actor.


This is the worst...I think VF could have come up with something better to show his raw persona.  Sorry Tiger, I don't feel any better about what you did...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1189238293841378886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1189238293841378886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1189238293841378886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1189238293841378886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/escape-from-alcatraz.html' title='Escape from Alcatraz...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S0x0LRFYyRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/18_PHtYkgSU/s72-c/cover-1002-212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-5829128785004995667</id><published>2010-01-11T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T07:07:10.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Often...</title><summary type='text'>I don't often wonder if I'll ever be happy again.
I've lost all faith in the hopes that I will...
The one thing I want more than air, seems futile to continue praying for.
God never made guarantee's for happiness, if tomorrow isn't promised what makes anyone believe that true happiness is.

I'm short of breath everyday without the one I love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5829128785004995667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5829128785004995667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5829128785004995667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5829128785004995667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/often.html' title='Often...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-7526986679658486004</id><published>2010-01-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:31:34.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing 1991...</title><summary type='text'>


My favorite parts have always been the "hello's" and when he says "Hey...Yay!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7526986679658486004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=7526986679658486004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7526986679658486004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/7526986679658486004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing-1991.html' title='Missing 1991...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-1374718207306689133</id><published>2010-01-08T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:20:50.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must be Nice Being 3!</title><summary type='text'>I made this tutu by hand for the coolest little 3 year old I know...









She's really cool, if I were to ever have children one day, I wouldn't mind one of them being just like her.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1374718207306689133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1374718207306689133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1374718207306689133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1374718207306689133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-must-be-nice-being-3.html' title='It Must be Nice Being 3!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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/_Au3SMPnfls4/S0fLIal02tI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JE5FtOEaq6Y/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-8772597055201053619</id><published>2010-01-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:48:03.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SShhh...</title><summary type='text'>For the longest time, I have had a secret crush on Jeremy Piven. 

I guess you wouldn't call it a secret anymore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8772597055201053619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8772597055201053619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8772597055201053619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8772597055201053619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/sshhh.html' title='SShhh...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-2021830956722828588</id><published>2010-01-06T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:24:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should Know Better...</title><summary type='text'>
THE voice.  Better than Beyonce' ever was or will be...seriously underrated Brandy.  I had forgotten how happy this song use to make me.  In college when my friends and I would ride around the city, I would make them play this song a million times...good times, I miss them, I miss being happy and care free.


Thank you Brandy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2021830956722828588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=2021830956722828588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2021830956722828588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2021830956722828588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-should-know-better.html' title='You Should Know Better...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-2747765157970559116</id><published>2010-01-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:27:06.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deciding to Dress My Age...</title><summary type='text'>
Jill Stuart Spring 2010


I have decided that once I make money...decent money, hopefully sometime soon, I will begin to dress "my age"...whatever that means!   Soooo, that means a whooole bunch of Milly and a whooole bunch of Jill Stuart!  Love Jill since her debut in "Clueless".  I guess I just love the '90's-esque vibe of both of these designers, maybe that's what I mean by age apropo, being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2747765157970559116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=2747765157970559116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2747765157970559116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2747765157970559116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/deciding-to-dress-my-age.html' title='Deciding to Dress My Age...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/S0U26ncbduI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E80UVK-Oobg/s72-c/jill_stuart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-2639253417909360765</id><published>2009-12-28T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:25:07.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation...</title><summary type='text'>
There is someone for everyone.  Ridiculously unconventional, but it made me cry, happy for them...a whole new meaning to "dance at your wedding". I love it.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2639253417909360765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=2639253417909360765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2639253417909360765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/2639253417909360765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-1817219721742897229</id><published>2009-12-21T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:04:36.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbled for Tumblr...</title><summary type='text'>I'm moving to Tumblr...I think I like it.

I don't think I can transfer any of my work, but I'll try it...I"ll let you know when it's official.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1817219721742897229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1817219721742897229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1817219721742897229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1817219721742897229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/tubmled-for-tumblr.html' title='Tumbled for Tumblr...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-699863754630385739</id><published>2009-12-21T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:10:58.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What'll I do?...</title><summary type='text'>...
What'll I do When you are far away And I am blue What'll I do? What'll I do?

When I am wond'ring who Is kissing you What'll I do? What'll I do with just a photograph To tell my troubles to? When I'm alone With only dreams of you That won't come true What'll I do? 
                               -Irving Berlin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/699863754630385739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=699863754630385739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/699863754630385739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/699863754630385739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatll-i-do.html' title='What&apos;ll I do?...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-788444675536601715</id><published>2009-12-21T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:31:07.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Life were lived through Commercials...</title><summary type='text'>
this would be my fantasy ending.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/788444675536601715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=788444675536601715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/788444675536601715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/788444675536601715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-life-were-lived-through-commercials.html' title='If Life were lived through Commercials...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-8036965594024834797</id><published>2009-12-21T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:23:46.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Thoughts...</title><summary type='text'>1. Too many glasses on my night stand, should take them to the sink eventually.
2. Really affected by Brittany leaving so soon, keep hearing "Rollin' with the Homiieess" in my head.  Miss her.
3. Thinking of making a mass exodus to Tumblr.
4. I could NEVER be friends with Carrie from "King of Queens" I don't like overbearing manipulative women, or people in general.
5. I'm worried about my moms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8036965594024834797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8036965594024834797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8036965594024834797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8036965594024834797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/fleeting-thoughts.html' title='Fleeting Thoughts...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-5297550577048257468</id><published>2009-12-18T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:38:31.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1 Perk of Working Retail...</title><summary type='text'>
The one perk of working retail is the discount.  At my seasonal job we get 30%...lastnight, for the first time in a loooong time I bought something just for me, which is a big deal since every red cent I earn belongs to God, Country and Collector.  I was getting some supplies from the back, passed by the place where we keep  overstock of sunglasses, and I happened upon these "Colorized" blue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5297550577048257468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5297550577048257468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5297550577048257468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5297550577048257468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-perk-of-working-retail.html' title='The 1 Perk of Working Retail...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/Syut7jLIWoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/CzvNBAbwt3g/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-3446541130355420317</id><published>2009-12-17T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:33:37.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Scar of Age...</title><summary type='text'>
This woman speaks to me, and speaks for me. Where ever she goes on tour, I want to go.
Thank You SADE...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3446541130355420317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=3446541130355420317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3446541130355420317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3446541130355420317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-scar-of-age.html' title='Like the Scar of Age...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-4283640053018320230</id><published>2009-12-17T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:29:33.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lived in Pieces...</title><summary type='text'>I leaned over the counter today and realized I am living a life in pieces.
Every 3 years or so I gain happines like a One Act show,
2 minutes of stage time swallows 15 minutes of personal fame...
All to be dashed hard against occasions,
sloping back downward to years of nothingness and despair in between.
Drivers licenses of customers transport me to places of curiosity...Fayettville,
NC, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4283640053018320230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4283640053018320230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4283640053018320230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4283640053018320230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-lived-in-pieces.html' title='Life Lived in Pieces...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-731231855059947775</id><published>2009-12-16T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:41:10.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING BETTER THAN... #1</title><summary type='text'>
Since I have been in a "CD" for a little while now, I thought I would take me councilors advice and try to get out of it.  Starting with getting back into a routine of things I used to enjoy doing, such as going to the gym etc. So, I thought a step further and thought I would make a continuing list of things that are great or make me feel awesome, called the "Nothing Better Than..." list.  To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/731231855059947775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=731231855059947775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/731231855059947775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/731231855059947775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-better-than-1.html' title='NOTHING BETTER THAN... #1'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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/_Au3SMPnfls4/SykplGt9SEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/X3AvTry6WcM/s72-c/deadlift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-1127333880133585530</id><published>2009-12-15T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:00:41.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Boys...</title><summary type='text'>So excited, I found "The Lost Boys" today at BestBuy for $4.99!

so happy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1127333880133585530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1127333880133585530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1127333880133585530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1127333880133585530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-boys.html' title='The Lost Boys...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-3242624525245406352</id><published>2009-12-11T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:58:16.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Peace at last?</title><summary type='text'>Where, oh where is my peace at last?
I continue to drift...
shapeless, voiceless- through time, tripping clumsily over rocks like love,
and the blood of my foot prints sinks deep behind me,
traceless
and finally faceless, easily un-remembered.
Elusive is peace...
elusive is my peace. 
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Had an AMERICA tape in highschool, I played the **it out of it.  I remember every word to 
every song, this was really nice to find. 
I love America.
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Man breaks up with woman.  Woman say's "babe, I'm sorry,  I want you back".  Man say's "I have to think about it" and leaves her for dead.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4217062302964233301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4217062302964233301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4217062302964233301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4217062302964233301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-standards.html' title='Double Standards...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-2243067481465343348</id><published>2009-12-08T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:18:54.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.HATE.SHOPPING</title><summary type='text'>
Went shopping today.


The moniker "FOREVER 21" means just what it says.  It's time for me to a find a new cheaper-than-cheap place to shop since I am not 21 by age, nor hip size...the latter of which I believe the numbers truly stand for.










P.S. I really do love shopping...but only when the clothes fit.
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I went to go see "New Moon" last night, finally.  I love going to the movies alone, I don't have to speak to anyone, and no one feels the need to speak to me, it's like a release or something...but I digress.  I'm watching the movie and pretty much everything is same as the book (a few things out of book here and there, but no biggy)...and there came the scene when Bella and Jacob are fixing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5775062099280989260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5775062099280989260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5775062099280989260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5775062099280989260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/moon-music.html' title='Moon Music...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/SxxwwZuTJ6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/zE6cGpZqNi8/s72-c/moon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-4356187768391070911</id><published>2009-12-06T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:19:05.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?...</title><summary type='text'>I've completely abandon my other blog because I'm more comfortable writing about who I am behind the guise of not being myself- but I'm still me.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4356187768391070911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4356187768391070911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4356187768391070911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4356187768391070911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/who.html' title='Who?...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-969271898157895266</id><published>2009-12-06T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:02:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Grandmothers...</title><summary type='text'>This past month my Mother has had the honor of babysitting the daughter of my brothers girlfriend, and today a family friend is visiting, unexpectedly, with her newborn granddaughter.  My mother is fawning.  I admit it was such a pleasure to be around little JJ earlier this month, she's 2 and full of energy and just fabulous, and this little baby here today is very petite and beautiful...and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/969271898157895266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=969271898157895266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/969271898157895266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/969271898157895266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-grandmothers.html' title='Making Grandmothers...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-5009283490427481688</id><published>2009-12-05T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:20:50.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  
I love this song.  Hole is one of my most significant bands of the 90's.  No, this song is not complex...but it says everything I feel, but I wish no aching on anyone, not even the one I miss the most.  I think it's more the yelling of the phrase "And someday you will ache like I ache" that expresses how I feel inside.  But no, I don't want him to feel this kind of ache.  I miss the 90's.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5009283490427481688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=5009283490427481688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5009283490427481688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/5009283490427481688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-9142455060168857728</id><published>2009-12-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:40:49.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Where I Want to Be-</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9142455060168857728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=9142455060168857728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/9142455060168857728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/9142455060168857728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-city.html' title='-Where I Want to Be-'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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/_Au3SMPnfls4/SxhoG600jAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/m8Qbp-CqK9I/s72-c/you%20are%20the%20city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-4434641825598240560</id><published>2009-12-03T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:11:28.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best OLD-SKOOL Strip Tease Song...</title><summary type='text'>
Can't wait for her next album...every 7 years is a ridiculously looong time, and I think it was longer than 7 this time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4434641825598240560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=4434641825598240560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4434641825598240560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/4434641825598240560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-old-skool-strip-tease-song.html' title='Best OLD-SKOOL Strip Tease Song...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-9112222749085676764</id><published>2009-12-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:56:19.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things on My Mind...</title><summary type='text'>

Today I went to go and "talk" to someone.  This was not my idea, but things have been less than bleak for me lately, so it was determined by parties unmentioned that I would be going to "see" someone.  Not my finest hour, but an hour nonetheless.  I'm not sure how much insight I took away from the whole ordeal-they want me to come back again to talk, and I said "sure".  I'm still unhappy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9112222749085676764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=9112222749085676764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/9112222749085676764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/9112222749085676764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-many-things-on-my-mind.html' title='So Many Things on My Mind...'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/SxhZq-InF8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ftckUpliPlA/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-1544737634777370490</id><published>2009-11-27T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:32:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' LuLu!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>
I worked a 12 hour shift today so I'm going to make this short, I'm so tired.  I'm trying to get my book into the hands of some blog book reviewers, or reviewers in general.  I really want to get my book to sell, but there is never a worse time for the old adage “you have to spend money to make money" to be true.  LuLu.com, the place I self published, does not give you an allotment of books, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1544737634777370490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=1544737634777370490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1544737634777370490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/1544737634777370490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/freakin-lulu.html' title='Freakin&apos; LuLu!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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/_Au3SMPnfls4/SxCY-TvSxhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/esB3f6x-a3k/s72-c/lulu%20rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-8913472789622514318</id><published>2009-11-26T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:46:57.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE, AND MAY THE LORD CONTINUE TO BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES....I'm off to bed now, I have to work early tomorrow morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8913472789622514318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8913472789622514318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8913472789622514318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8913472789622514318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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-5242352254225152992.post-3788138670495979106</id><published>2009-11-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:56:17.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Book?</title><summary type='text'>I used to write about love and heartbreak and all that stuff in between, then I recently got my heart broken again, and I'm not sure if I want to write about it.  It has really taken all of the writing out of me to be honest.  I don't want to share this particular heartbreak with the world, which I guess means the ones that I had before were superficial is I was so capable to reaching back into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3788138670495979106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=3788138670495979106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3788138670495979106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/3788138670495979106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-book.html' title='2nd Book?'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/Sw38OGlke5I/AAAAAAAAAWo/f5p5yHZRKvw/s72-c/broken-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5242352254225152992.post-8908058548470611181</id><published>2009-11-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:08:58.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><summary type='text'>Thank you for stopping by my new blog which follows me, V., new indie author through my journey with my new book.  I will also be posting some of my thoughts on other subjects as well, I hope you enjoy your time with me, and please do take a look at my new website and purchase my book Notes, Thoughts &amp; Love Letters: the journal of V.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8908058548470611181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5242352254225152992&amp;postID=8908058548470611181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8908058548470611181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5242352254225152992/posts/default/8908058548470611181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntl-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04530248475702618653</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au3SMPnfls4/Sw3wl-ViJAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MwzwcDd46Rg/s72-c/pink+paper.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
