<?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-6566831507630204157</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:46.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandi Davis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-8276609185027864561</id><published>2009-04-05T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:04:38.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascal Flatts &amp; Jessica Simpson Concert</title><content type='html'>I got the chance to go to the Jessica Simpson Rascal Flatts Concert with one of my best friends Ashley, her husband Nathan, and Nathans brother Steven.. It was so much fun! Ashley and I have wanted to go see Jessica Simpson forever!!! I know people aren't huge fans of her but we didn't really care... We love her!!! haha so here are a few picutres for those of you who haven't seen them on Facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlD1xUDE2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CNxmJbtAmzk/s1600-h/DSCI0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321359025764504418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlD1xUDE2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CNxmJbtAmzk/s320/DSCI0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to go to the Jessica Simpson concert.. Here is my excited face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlEKsmnASI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_BEFAsJRvY/s1600-h/DSCI0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321359385277432098" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlEKsmnASI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_BEFAsJRvY/s320/DSCI0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica Simpson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlEkg5cqUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pfV39bT1tWs/s1600-h/DSCI0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321359828811819330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlEkg5cqUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pfV39bT1tWs/s320/DSCI0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was far away but it was still super exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlE1pktDfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BMZdeJAfU0s/s1600-h/DSCI0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321360123198508530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlE1pktDfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BMZdeJAfU0s/s320/DSCI0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlFU3m-vAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eoNcRKaP1u8/s1600-h/DSCI0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321360659542096898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlFU3m-vAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eoNcRKaP1u8/s320/DSCI0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlFk_lJDUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pZX86lLEOdM/s1600-h/DSCI0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321360936559775042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlFk_lJDUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pZX86lLEOdM/s320/DSCI0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to go to the concert with one of my best friends Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlGEVGpdZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kLmrvpjVpnQ/s1600-h/DSCI0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321361474913400210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlGEVGpdZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kLmrvpjVpnQ/s320/DSCI0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert was super fun.. I got my T-shirt and my pictures and I was a happy camper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-8276609185027864561?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8276609185027864561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=8276609185027864561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/8276609185027864561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/8276609185027864561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/rascal-flatts-jessica-simpson-concert.html' title='Rascal Flatts &amp; Jessica Simpson Concert'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SdlD1xUDE2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CNxmJbtAmzk/s72-c/DSCI0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-517115331992904609</id><published>2009-04-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:04:12.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, February 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="113340705434296768"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleynathan.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-have-done.html"&gt;Things I have Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have done... Just copy and paste this to your blog and bold the ones that you HAVE done and make sure to put your score at the end. It got me to thinking about what I would like to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Started my own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied (at one point)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Gone without food or water for 24 hours or longer&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Stayed up for 24 hours with NO sleep at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;strong&gt;Changed a lightbulb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Mowed the lawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-517115331992904609?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/517115331992904609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=517115331992904609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/517115331992904609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/517115331992904609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-february-9-2009-things-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-1061321090532230162</id><published>2009-02-15T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:26:51.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day is just one of those holidays that you don't know whether to hate it or embrace it.  Personally I can do with or without it.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like men should have to waste money on dumb cheap little things that these stores put out for this "holiday". You know what things I am talking about.. The chocolates that taste bad, the stuffed animals that feel more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardboard&lt;/span&gt; then an actual stuffed animal, and things that just fall apart the minute you touch them. These are things that after a week or so get thrown into your closet or thrown away cause of no need for them.. I feel like men should not be forced to show their love on this one day. Valentines day is a day that "women" have made a big deal out of that should just be something sweet not something that stresses guys out on trying to buy the perfect gift for their lady. I am not trying to be a valentines day downer cause I do enjoy this holiday, I just don't believe girls should make as big of deal of it as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year for Valentines day I stress myself over having it be a perfect day.. But as I was laying down to sleep last night these thoughts ran through my head... My day consisted of working a full day (not romantic), then having a wonderful dinner with Andrews family, which resulted in me getting sick, beautiful pink roses, and a flames victory.. Even though it wasn't this romantic date, and I was laying on the couch feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; the whole night, it was real life and in life every piece of the puzzle doesn't always have to fit. Before I started thinking about my day I thought I had ruined the day because of me getting sick.. but it didn't ruin it.. it just made it real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you start pressuring your guy to get you the perfect present or the most perfect most romantic night of your life, just remember he already has enough pressure with life and so do you. Its not the end of the world if everything is perfect. Its way more meaningful for your guy to show you he cares on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; day then Valentines day.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-1061321090532230162?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1061321090532230162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=1061321090532230162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/1061321090532230162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/1061321090532230162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-5291517965766962809</id><published>2008-10-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:23:06.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cinnamon Challenge</title><content type='html'>One night when we were all hanging out we thought it would be fun to try and swallow a spoonful of cinnamon. We heard about this somewhere I can't remember where but we thought we would try "The Cinnamon Challenge". Watch the video and you will see how hard this can really be.. Enjoy.. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56cc825e6553bfc1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56cc825e6553bfc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433967%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D485BC57565B3C05882CF6F82C72A56C494FAD265.143E280B54C300608E2ABFCFBAD65FB01AAEC48D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56cc825e6553bfc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1427EGiE-_SNfaopVZTbgXgR2SA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56cc825e6553bfc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331433967%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D485BC57565B3C05882CF6F82C72A56C494FAD265.143E280B54C300608E2ABFCFBAD65FB01AAEC48D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56cc825e6553bfc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1427EGiE-_SNfaopVZTbgXgR2SA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-5291517965766962809?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=56cc825e6553bfc1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5291517965766962809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=5291517965766962809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/5291517965766962809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/5291517965766962809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinnamon-challenge.html' title='The Cinnamon Challenge'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-3604245451973413046</id><published>2008-09-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:56:45.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about my friends. I feel like everyone has gone on with their lives and moved away, some still remain here and close. As I have been thinking I realised that no matter how far away a friend moves nothing will ever happen to make them stop being your friend.. Even though most of my girls have gotten married and left me high and dry in this dating world alone I still love them.. I have fun memories with each and every person I have become close to and I will never forget any of these memories no matter what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9TSXMdNYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ha1YFutqLYg/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246503665838929282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9TSXMdNYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ha1YFutqLYg/s320/DSC00862.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9TSduRn5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Yitz6gq_fPs/s1600-h/129415725189_0_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246503667591389074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9TSduRn5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Yitz6gq_fPs/s320/129415725189_0_1.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Really good friend Shaye has been my friend since the 7th grade. I love her to death. We have been through thick and thin together. Many sleepless nights, and many nights driving home at 2 or 3 in the morning. She would always stay the night at my house on nights like that because she always had a curfew and I didn't. I think her mom started to catch on that she seemed to be at my house more then hers. Shaye Got her drivers license before I did so she spent most of her time driving me around. I ever convinced her to let me take her to work and take her car to "clean" it just so I could drive. We have been through some much together. I have had so many memories with Shaye that I would be here all night writing about them. Needless to say Shaye is a really good friend and will always be my best friend. Now Shaye is happily married and living in Arizona and I couldn't be happier for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9Vp0UU2RI/AAAAAAAAACo/RsV6V14aY7o/s1600-h/n517465263_153647_106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246506267816810770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9Vp0UU2RI/AAAAAAAAACo/RsV6V14aY7o/s320/n517465263_153647_106.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and I have been friends since we were 10 years old! She even still has the party favor I gave her at my 10th birthday party! When Ash and I get together its like we never stop laughing. There were times where her mom would be trying to have a serious talk with us and we couldn't stop laughing and she would get so mad at us!! haha We have been through so much together from Vista nights driving home late with me and Shaye, to being my friend through beauty school (until she dropped out lol). In the summer of 05' Ash and I thought it would be fun to move to Utah &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9YeO8BS2I/AAAAAAAAACw/jTKyL0j8u88/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246509367339076450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9YeO8BS2I/AAAAAAAAACw/jTKyL0j8u88/s320/DSC01255.JPG" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;together and take a step out into the real world of living on our o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9dL7t-JFI/AAAAAAAAADI/U1rzSYHDhek/s1600-h/l_a841da8fb64ba9a0d4065580adc64d19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wn! We had so much fun out there we had to make our own dinners and do our own grocery shopping.. We learned this independent stuff together.. We learned a lot about each other and went through so much together and it has helped our friendship grow stronger. Ashley was my gym motivation, Business partner, Shopping buddy, pretty much my partner in crime.. And now Ashley is married and living in Texas for a little while. Love yah girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corinn and I became friends my senior year in high school. I first thought she wasn't very nice and then one day in seminary I really needed a mirror so I could finish my make up so I sucked it up and asked if she had one that I could possibly borrow. Of course she did and its all history from there.. haha Corinn and I would ride to school every morning and annoy Kyle with me about his driving. One night when she stayed the night at my house it got &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9dLrK9rUI/AAAAAAAAADA/hXwvZEiH0NI/s1600-h/1484034818_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246514546058571074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9dLrK9rUI/AAAAAAAAADA/hXwvZEiH0NI/s320/1484034818_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hot so I opened up the window. I thought Corinn was asleep, but as soon as I layed back down to go to sleep she reached up and shut the window! lol We have always thought that was funny and still laugh about it.. She is an an awesome person we always just sit there and laugh at each other. We always seemed to come up with the most random sayings about the weirdest things.. I was able to go to Utah with her family to be at the temple when she got sealed to her husband. It was such a wonderful experience and I am so happy for her that she was able to do that. I am so grateful that Corinn had a mirror that day in seminary otherwise I dunno where this friendship would be =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9gMtoQ0uI/AAAAAAAAADg/6ox_4rHy4fk/s1600-h/stateboards3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9gL2wa6II/AAAAAAAAADQ/e_BYcrIAD5Q/s1600-h/100_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246517847703349378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9gL2wa6II/AAAAAAAAADQ/e_BYcrIAD5Q/s320/100_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrea and Brooke are 2 amazing girls that I have become best friends with. We are all so different in our own ways but we all get along so well. We all understand each other very well and are pretty much have been together everyday for the past year! lol I have known Andrea since I was in 5Th grade but didn't really start hanging out all the time till last summer. She is such a fun girl and is an amazing hairstylist. I was so glad when she started working with me cause now we really do spend everyday single day together.. Brooke and I started hanging out this summer.. She was already friends with Andrea, and she was over at Andrea's one night and Brooke and I started watching the show MXC. We have never laughed so hard and that's when we became friends! Both Brooke and Andrea have been there for me through thick and thin and have been supportive of me. They made me realise I can really be myself and don't need to change for dumb guys or anyone else. They have made me feel comfortable with who I am. I couldn't ask for anyone better then these 2 girls this past year. From beach trips to learning how to wake board, my dumb moments, and my crying we have all been there for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really have time to write about each and every person that I have ever crossed paths with but if I didn't include you I'm sorry don't take it personally it is late and I would be here &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9gL2wa6II/AAAAAAAAADQ/e_BYcrIAD5Q/s1600-h/100_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;forever if I started writing about everyone! And there are many of my guy friends that have been there for me, been a shoulder to cry on, and supported me even if I made a stupid mistake, I don't think I need to name names but the ones that read this will understand it.. but these few girls have been on my mind a lot lately and I don't think they realise how much I really do care for them and appreciate everything they have done for me and I will never forget that. I feel truly blessed and am thankful for having met such wonderful people in my life to help  me get through times where I have really needed someone..  I love all of you very much!! and  I love all of my friends!! You all are AMAZING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-3604245451973413046?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3604245451973413046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=3604245451973413046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/3604245451973413046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/3604245451973413046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/SM9TSXMdNYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ha1YFutqLYg/s72-c/DSC00862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-8456638392485032749</id><published>2008-09-12T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:02:23.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Many Worries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Growing up I never seemed to worry about anything. But as I have gotten older I have come to realise that everything pretty much scares me. I am majorly afraid of the usual things such as the dark, snakes, spiders, and all that fun stuff. As I have done different things in my life and met different people I've learned that I really am a chicken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One thing that scares me is missing limbs. When a person is missing parts of their bodies such as arms, legs, fingers, eyes, and so on really freaks me out for some reason. I know that sounds really mean but the thought of it just seems to give me chills that really scares me. I discovered that there really is a phobia for missing limbs and its called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apotemnophobia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also have a horrible fear of Dolls. You know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; ones that are for display only. My grandma had tons of them and whenever I saw them I would turn them around so they would face the wall.. Anywhere I slept I would have to turn them or I couldn't sleep. This started when my uncle told my cousin and I this story about dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hospitals, Nursing Homes, Graveyards, Wheel Chairs, Hearing Aids, Canes, and all that hospital stuff grosses me out. I am not quite sure if its the smell or the way it looks or what they do or what, but it really seems to scare me. Whenever there would be an activity or service project that involved going to hospitals or singing to the old people, I never seemed to go to them. So its still a mystery to me as to why these many different things scare me but I cant even touch them or it makes me feel really gross.. I tried to overcome this by doing hair in a nursing home but that didn't last. I ended up going home almost everyday crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am deathly afraid of the dark and being home alone at night. When my parents go out of town I can never stay home alone. There have been times where I will just sit on my bed and cry because I start thinking of all the possibilities that could happen when I am there alone. Such as someone could come in and kidnap me. I could be cooking and forget to turn the stove off and while I sleep the house could burn down. I could come home from being gone and forgot to lock the door and someone could be anywhere inside my house. Needless to say there are many possibilities that could happen while I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When my parents would go out on date nights I could never go to sleep until I knew my parents were home safely in bed. I would sit upstairs in the window and just look outside watching all the cars go by waiting for that one car that would have my parents in them.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be worried about myself at home, I would sit there and worry about if something has happened to them. What if they got in a car accident or hit by some crazy driver, would I ever see them again? These are all things that crossed my mind while waiting for them to pull in the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are just some of my fears. I wish I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; such a chicken and could be a carefree.. I think that I have a brain that just doesn't stop thinking. I think and think and think and scare myself so bad that it has resulted in many sleepless nights. But as I start thinking these many things that just make me who I am. Its what makes me... ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-8456638392485032749?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8456638392485032749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=8456638392485032749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/8456638392485032749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/8456638392485032749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-many-worries.html' title='Life&apos;s Many Worries...'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566831507630204157.post-5339759969669881543</id><published>2008-09-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:12:29.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandi "ism's"</title><content type='html'>So I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tendency to say things without thinking. That just comes with being blonde I guess. So all summer everyone has been keeping track of the "dumb" things that come out of my mouth. For Example here is a list of just some of my sayings or things I have learned this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sushi... Like from Ireland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whats a Vatican?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it supposed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"I always spell my last name wrong when I write in cursive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Louisiana is the country shaped as a boot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;A roach has more meanings then just a nasty bug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everything comes from the grocery store..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Are there beaches in China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Are there hurricanes in California?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Do penguins have knees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Where is the light coming from.. huh my flashlight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Who is Sara Palin? Isn't she McCains wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;How do I vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;What's a hermafroditie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;These are just a few of the many things that come out of my mouth daily.. Needless to say everytime I speak, I am not exactly sure what will come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566831507630204157-5339759969669881543?l=princessmandilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5339759969669881543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6566831507630204157&amp;postID=5339759969669881543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/5339759969669881543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566831507630204157/posts/default/5339759969669881543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmandilla.blogspot.com/2008/09/mandi-isms.html' title='Mandi &quot;ism&apos;s&quot;'/><author><name>Mandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793460696225426717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YCmx9307inM/TEOo7gEUysI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bi52H97X7MM/S220/37587_10150230731250125_781625124_13597690_4347814_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
