<?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-2953161821478496268</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:14:24.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Walks In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa K Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624236444145919509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/Smptqtr_XaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIttWzMpi9o/S220/IMG_2114.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953161821478496268.post-1175348771424472058</id><published>2010-02-07T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:04:32.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Her You Love Her</title><content type='html'>As we all know Valentines day is approaching. When I was in my teens my step-dad would always buy chocolate, flowers, a small teddy bear or a balloon. It was always fun to wake up in the morning and find the little gift he had left for me.  The older I get the less I like the holiday. This could be due to the fact that I work at a grocery store. I work in the photo lab and part of the job description is blowing up balloons. Valentines is the biggest day for balloons. I sit there for 8 hours blowing up balloon after balloon, watching boyfriend and husbands buy balloons, flowers and chocolates for their loved ones. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of these men it is the only time of year they buy flowers for their significant others (besides maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;, and birthdays). So to me v-day seems like a sorry excuse of a holiday. The gifts have no meaning when every other man in America bought his wife a dozen roses. It would seem more meaningful to me if they bought their wife flowers multiple times through out the year for no apparent reason. Even more so I believe that the best way a man can show his love is by saying the words "I love you" or by doing the dishes without being asked. Don't get me wrong...I LOVE flowers and would be thrilled to get them anytime, but Valentines has become so commercialized (along with every other major holiday) that it just seems meaningless. My tip to the gentlemen: Before going home tomorrow drop by the store and buy your wife some flowers (they don't have to be roses). but don't forget to buy her some on Valentines Day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953161821478496268-1175348771424472058?l=luvwalkedin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/feeds/1175348771424472058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-her-you-love-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/1175348771424472058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/1175348771424472058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-her-you-love-her.html' title='Tell Her You Love Her'/><author><name>Lisa K Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624236444145919509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/Smptqtr_XaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIttWzMpi9o/S220/IMG_2114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953161821478496268.post-4381631588720235094</id><published>2009-11-09T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:59:42.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...I walk away.</title><content type='html'>A friend and I decided to make a late night run to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart on Friday. It was pretty slow since it was 11:30 at night. It was uneventful until we got to the checkout. There i was paying for my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;, just minding my own business. I looked back and behind my friend was the most attractive man i had seen in a long time. I did a double take and noticed he didn't have anything in his hands. I thought to myself, not that i mind but why is he in line if hes not getting anything! I looked over at my friend and gave her a look that clearly said "cute boy behind you." Which, by the way, she understand, and she took a quick peek behind her.  He grabbed some gum and put it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conveyer&lt;/span&gt; belt. Mystery solved. but who goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart just for a pack of gum at 11:30 at night? Lucky for my friend cute boy started talking to her.The two of them made small talk and joked around a bit. when my friend went to pay for her stuff, he asked if she was sure she didn't want t pay for his gum as well.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Jokingly of course) So they laughed. I stood there thinking "Invite him to our brunch party tomorrow"!!!! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; would somehow magically read my mind. but alas. she payed for her things and said "have a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;". and let the store. As soon as we were outside, we couldn't help but talk about him. But my question to her was"why in the world did you let him get away???!!!" We got in the car and drove off. I said to my friend, "that guy could have been your soul mate and you just walked away.....she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; she was thinking along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; lines. It was love at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; sight. We turned the car around and headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wal-mart&lt;/span&gt;. we drove around for a bit hoping to find him...but we had no luck. Love was standing behind us in line at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart and we let it get away. Case in point.....when you see someone that you think could be your one and only don't just let them walk away, and don't you walk out either. Do something about it so you aren't left wondering what could have been. If you do get to know them and things don't turn out...well that's alright. Another person will come along and you will be given a second chance. Don't be like me. There have been too many instances in my life where I have let a guy get away. Or I have seen a cute, knowing full well i should talk to him, or flirt with him..and instead I just stop and stare...walk away...and then feel like a complete loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953161821478496268-4381631588720235094?l=luvwalkedin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/feeds/4381631588720235094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-walk-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/4381631588720235094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/4381631588720235094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-walk-away.html' title='...I walk away.'/><author><name>Lisa K Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624236444145919509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/Smptqtr_XaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIttWzMpi9o/S220/IMG_2114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953161821478496268.post-5161959262241852232</id><published>2009-08-07T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:08:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Had me at Hello"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What do you do when  your soul mate you never knew existed walks into the room and you lay eyes on him for the first time? Nothing. This happened to me today.  I walked into a building, and there I waited to be helped. A man in his early to mid twenties walked by me and said he would be with me in a moment.  My heart did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; patter and there were no butterflies. Rather I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I waited patiently, antic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ipating the moment I would be helped by the tall, blue eyed, handsome man. When it was my turn to be helped by the stra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nger my mind went blank, as often happens when approached by a guy.  My mind was racing trying to come up with something witty to say or do, but all I could do is sit there and stare at him, without seeming to obvious.  Whether i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; in keeping my interest a mystery I do not know.  At one moment as he spoke to me with his even temper, and soothing voice I came to a grand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;realization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. He is my soul mate. Period. How do I know this you ask? The answer is I don't know. I couldn't help but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;smile a little at that moment. As I looked at him I realized that he was exactly the kind of guy that was made for me. As I got up to leave he said "I'll call you."  My heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; a beat until I realized he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; to giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; up call to make sure I was still a satisfied customer. My heart sank. Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; all he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. I said thank you and walked away. So that morning when I walked into that store it was just another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. Then loved walked into my life. I froze. I saw. I felt the leap in my heart and I walked away, leaving the store on just another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. How is it that I can find my soul mate and then just walk away? Simple. It happens everyday around the globe. It's that g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;irl you saw at the party who was so pretty you never talked to.  The guy in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; shop who gives you a little wink, or the mysterious guy who hel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;d the door open for you as you walked out of  your building in the morning. Each of these people has the potential to be a person you could learn to love.  Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in love at first or even that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; is one "soul mate" for each person. Only that the opportunities around us are great, just waiting for us to conquer them.  This is my new challenge to myself. To overcome the chains that hold me back from flirting with the cute waiter or smiling at a cute guy I pass wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;lking acr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mpus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. Don't be afraid to make that small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;gesture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. You never know, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;could be sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;iling at y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;our s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oul mate. And never forget the fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mous quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jerry Maguire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; "You had me at hello."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/SnzhZb1zk6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QbbrJSyAhsg/s1600-h/hello"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/SnzhZb1zk6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QbbrJSyAhsg/s320/hello" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367412683005203362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953161821478496268-5161959262241852232?l=luvwalkedin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/feeds/5161959262241852232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2009/08/soul-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/5161959262241852232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953161821478496268/posts/default/5161959262241852232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvwalkedin.blogspot.com/2009/08/soul-mate.html' title='&quot;You Had me at Hello&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa K Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17624236444145919509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/Smptqtr_XaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zIttWzMpi9o/S220/IMG_2114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TScWz8Lx758/SnzhZb1zk6I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QbbrJSyAhsg/s72-c/hello' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
