tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32499377113976453492024-03-05T09:53:55.882-08:00Victorian MagnoliasV.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08465820310694295572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249937711397645349.post-15175546014690174372010-05-18T17:01:00.000-07:002010-05-22T16:28:01.838-07:00The Way I Walk Pt 1.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Way I Walk.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Walking into people, is just the way I walk. It started out accidental and slowly turned into a habit.I used to </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">flinch, stutter blush , and sometimes cry whenever I walked into anyone. Now?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I smile. I smile all the time. Like, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">all </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the time. I smiled when I tripped in Al-Salhiya's Square. I smiled when I flicked my rather long hair into the face of a guy standing behind me at the Registrar's office. I smiled when I bumped my head on the hood of my car as I was getting into it. I smiled when I walked into a closed elevator door. I smiled when I squirted Ketchup on a guy's crisp white* dishdasha at the Corn-Dogs Booth at P2BK. I think you get the idea. I'm clumsy that way. I've been like this since birth. When I decided to leave my mom's body a few months early. Pretty stupid decision if you ask me. That stupid move made me the tiny person I am today.</span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm hiring this blog to become my own personal psychiatrist I tend to keep to myself at times and I've readonline that that can lead to serious mental problems. We don't want that to happen now do we? Anyways, I'm not sure if anyones reading this .. but if you are, any input would be welcomed. Good or bad. Because I keep to myself,my friends and family no matter how close they are to me can't give input - merely because they don't know!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyways... </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A Bit About Me:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-19 Years Old Next Week! Yeah baby!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Second year University student.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-Drive like an old woman. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Half Saudi</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-Divorced parents.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-Twin brother, Khaled.</span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1E3AgCgPipVD9V2QbTg3ImPBowU1Y3EbVwOFZfEioSsVdy7Kaoo2KkzstomFZog_pMEFAZjW82XRZDb9mAZfW_nwzsSTHv-nuUuYRlLHOoLloBnJZobAa-QE9jHKSMUq6B3m1_PgmWsK9/s200/Screen+shot+2010-05-19+at+2.16.14+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472753335919290706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Okay so now that that part is over with let's get to the juicy part! Okay sorry, misleading you guys! Not much juiciness in my life. Don't have a boyfriend or experiences to speak of really. I grew up attending a non-segerated school and regardless of what people say, we are truly one "big" happy family. Most guys , underline MOST treat you like family at least. Can't say the same for the girls. Anyways, I'm not fashion-obsessed either so can't really entertain you with my "must-haves" for the season. Moving on, I got to university late as usual. I was dressed in cropped white jeans, tan gladiators, a sailor-striped cardigan, with a tank top underneath. I parked my car at the first spot I found (after driving around ENDLESSLY!) so it was pretty far. I rushed across the parking lot cursing the weather underneath my breath. Pause, pause pause! Estaghferallah, but what was up with the weather today! Was it hot? Humid? Windy? Or Dusty! I can't prepare for a quatro-weather disaster 9ara7atan! All that time spent curling my hair to perfection this morning was a waste I thought as my long hair flew all around my face. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Have you ever had that moment when you think of a solution to a problem you have and in your head that solution sounds so GOOD & doable but in reality.. pretty much stupid? Well, I personally decided that the best way to avoid getting big, bold, ugly hair was to actually walk backwards. Which I did, lovely right. So I secured my bag in place, and tried to hold my hair down as I started to walk backwards. Luckily I didn't have to walk that way for long. The "Nada" in me was itching to come out! 6ab3an, I tripped on my FOOT and fell flat on my butt. I started to laugh and looked around trying to see if anyone had seen my fall..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; ">"Phew" no one in sight. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; ">"Allah! Are you okay??"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I shot my head around and quickly got up as the unfamiliar face came closer hand extended. I shrugged and nodded a yes. He nodded back and walked back to his friends who were gathered near a car. I adjusted myself and tried to check if I had dust marks from the fall. Safe!! Yay!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I glanced back at Mr.Unknown as I put on my sunglasses. Just to check who he was with. Legafa? No, maybe.. okay yes. I wanted to know who he was, I wasn't in love or anything bas ba3arif. I recognized almost everyone at our University and there was no way that he was a student. I noticed he was with a couple of faces I recognized amongst them was "Him". Our eyes locked the second I noticed him and he quickly looked away with a look of disgust. I seriously don't know what's wrong with him. Shmishkiltik!! He always does that. It's not like I stare at him or anything, I swear! Aslan, he's the one who's always staring whenever I see him. But its never that "longing for you" stare that you get (or dream of getting) from admirers.. or hailag. It's more of a "hurt" mixed with "disgusted" stare? The kind of stare you get for cheating on someone with his father or something. Eugh! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I got to class only to be kicked by the Professor el7abeeb. I quietly left and decided to go have a drink at Starbucks whilst my friends finished from their classes. Orange juice blended with ice was THE way to start any day. Wash all your troubles away with this goodness.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://victorianmagnolias.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></span></a><a href="http://victorianmagnolias.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/169/5297F0152D8F8DB49C794AF223418E85.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></span></span></a></div>V.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08465820310694295572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249937711397645349.post-38530673247343907062010-05-15T18:22:00.000-07:002010-05-15T18:37:13.466-07:0002<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOidWsxFGVotcNeJfU7eq-a-2eQ0XiWrdIZunlvipCoRy0IZPkUYlS1DVZWeD7jYRfvCfu3rHPucAR461RjO2XCrlffQhqfb3yqsORLAlaz5wFR-KU8NX-0XRwVKpHKfWSWEDrhKWb4203/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+4.30.25+AM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOidWsxFGVotcNeJfU7eq-a-2eQ0XiWrdIZunlvipCoRy0IZPkUYlS1DVZWeD7jYRfvCfu3rHPucAR461RjO2XCrlffQhqfb3yqsORLAlaz5wFR-KU8NX-0XRwVKpHKfWSWEDrhKWb4203/s320/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+4.30.25+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471674586103323378" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Driving west,<br /> We used to chase the sun<br /> or so I thought.</span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /> A game to pass the hours:<br /> The highways behind us falling into darkness,<br /> but I thought if we could go fast enough,<br /> Rabi3 , Khamis, Sadis, </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> never stopping,<br /> then we could live in eternal sunset.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /> Awash in brilliant color and<br /> forever escaping night's muteness.<br /><br /> A dream I used to harbor<br /> each time I was caught<br /> driving with the sunset<br /> and chasing its rays.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i> But now you're gone,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i>and I'm left in an unknown darkness. </i></span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(122, 58, 91); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:small;"></span><a href="http://victorianmagnolias.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/169/5297F0152D8F8DB49C794AF223418E85.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div></div>V.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08465820310694295572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3249937711397645349.post-90419354759536728412010-05-15T16:41:00.001-07:002010-05-15T19:09:23.035-07:0001<div><b>Q: So, who am I?</b> </div><div>A: Appearance wise I look like a cousin of yours, akeed. It's what everyone keeps telling me, I swear! I look like everyone here does, I speak like everyone here does, but I tend to shock people when I want to. I work real hard to blend in and not to stand out and I think I've perfected it to the core :p. I love to read, write, bake, take pictures, and shop . Average enough?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Q: What's the purpose of this blog?</b> </div><div>A: Teaching me to commit to something and go through with it! I tend to to lose interest pretty fast. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><b>Q: So why Victorian Magnolias?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">A:</span>Well , lets start out with the "Victorian part. I'm simply fascinated by the Victorian Era (1837-1901) and everything about it! I love it's "atmosphere", the fashion of that time (corsets and lace need I say more?) it's music, literature, and architecture. Having said that I cannot forget and ignore the fact that the Victorian society was pretty much racist and spoiled, but that aside....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZre0QgquXZQ9IUJ-4Bhaqdo3gPDSPAu7fjKD_rXu8QdBI44fDyio2FC5mYxLhpA_9Rdnsvajk1frhXBgkPlJfAJch2t-LserFwQEKZEmaEkfHX3YZzQckuCmQVrXfuryDdQ2f3Sxl2eCE/s200/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+3.55.03+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471665570488988066" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY-pt6TCNWM6OEyk8qEk5YA-KsNMTCkRr335kelmxTNSJuuwI6aulY_LWVqp3GrqM8mZRdv0c9OTGUcXw4b4zL9rGVsE2HCV8zxHx59_eiyYgkcr8KeYDl0UkZ-W0MpAqbfVCY0qrOkjD/s200/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+3.49.48+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471665583899341682" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH6xoLo8nerk39ExhLLvDByMXnJtI5iJ6S6hUD7nkjYPtpDIJgUf_mNE0poK2KZU5in1dwOSaAEEiyBxChwdEklZ2Jm015VN_zomyd-OwjLEIeObm4sJSkYXvY2k5KarA2cPkBhcG6LFXE/s200/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+3.43.13+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471665576750264530" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhq58ast5jKCboPO67yfafSJST5J_rTGXzWT2WJSkgS3_D3jhXlowVy3tis91QgIgz1Ft9Fh0hqUeBuD2Vg4yNR3M8SU-FmwT3_CsoTGfmaF-i8CKdfJyc-XEctic012jCJkVZ10IGJVJh/s200/Screen+shot+2010-05-16+at+3.59.34+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471666576893143154" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Magnolias on the other hand are ancient trees which known for their beautiful flowers. But thats not where I got Magnolias from .. I mean Magnolias as in Steel Magnolias (1989) starring Dolly Parton, Sally Field ,Shirley Maclaine, and a young Julia Roberts. Even though I love my historical dramas & crime movies I am a <b>SUCKER </b>for chick flicks and this is certainly one of them. I know every line and inflection by heart but that doesn't stop me from watching Steel Magnolias when I'm sick (or in the need to cry).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">"He's a real gentleman. I bet he takes the dishes out of the sink before he pees in it."</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Smile! It increases your face value."</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">"There is no such thing as natural beauty."</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">"Louie brought his new girlfriend over, and the nicest thing I can say about her is all her tattoos are spelled correctly. "</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">"I don't like her. I don't trust anyone who does their own hair. I don't think it's natural. "</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">watch </span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EjNa8Ukg_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">this</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> , skip the first part of the clip and go straight to 00:54, you wont regret it!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Until Next Time,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 17px;">xoxo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://victorianmagnolias.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://victorianmagnolias.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/169/5297F0152D8F8DB49C794AF223418E85.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>V.Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08465820310694295572noreply@blogger.com0