<?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-7877971494715849951</id><updated>2012-02-09T21:24:44.294-08:00</updated><category term='emotional vomit'/><category term='facilitate'/><category term='ex-gf'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='don&apos;t open up too fast'/><category term='kissing'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='stalking'/><category term='back burner'/><category term='calling'/><category term='rush'/><category term='concentrate'/><category term='Smothering'/><category term='offer to pay'/><category term='needy'/><category term='rushing'/><category term='deal breaker'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='have an opinion'/><category term='dirty'/><category term='VOID'/><category term='red flags'/><category term='too-long relaitonship'/><category term='Rules Girl Success'/><category term='featured'/><category term='Sick of games'/><category term='googly eyeing'/><category term='loitering'/><category term='male ego'/><category term='hyper overdrive'/><category term='safe'/><category term='Jonas Brothers'/><category term='ex-bf'/><category term='Friend to Friendlier'/><category term='interpersonal'/><category term='dutch'/><category term='fight'/><category term='scared of committment'/><category term='reciprocate'/><category term='break up'/><category term='u'/><category term='Dateables'/><category term='you should date more'/><category term='false hopes'/><category term='fascillitate'/><category term='exception'/><category term='you are what you date'/><category term='toxic relationships'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='body language tip'/><category term='no floozies'/><category term='Guycessory'/><category term='creeper'/><title type='text'>The Rules Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Whether you like it or not the dating game is real... and to have success we must play by the rules. I started this blog based on my own turn in relationships success and happiness. I started taking notice as to what worked, and what really really didin’t. This title of my blog was sarcastically and somewhat believingly inspired by "The Rules: Time-Tested Secrets for Capturing the Heart of Mr. Right." By reading my posts you’ll get what I mean. So here are the rules I live by, rules that work.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-120901171091890897</id><published>2011-10-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:56:57.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milky Way - An Analogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xOiLNIHDfVs/TpScEbbNlWI/AAAAAAAADhg/Lds63HzMEtI/s1600/milkyway.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xOiLNIHDfVs/TpScEbbNlWI/AAAAAAAADhg/Lds63HzMEtI/s200/milkyway.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I middle school I used to eat a Milky Way candy bars almost everyday at lunch time (fast metabolism then). Then, I got over the Milky Way because I needed a lil' somethin' more. So, I picked up a Snickers and thought yum this is good. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;However, they always made me sick&lt;/span&gt; (both Milky Ways and Snickers). I enjoyed them, but they weren't good for me no matter how delicious they tasted. As I sat and pondered my past with fun size candy, an analogy came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmS7NuB3hZY/TpScEoQfpoI/AAAAAAAADho/uMkkZRNMRJE/s1600/milky-way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmS7NuB3hZY/TpScEoQfpoI/AAAAAAAADho/uMkkZRNMRJE/s320/milky-way.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have some allergies that I now realize are the reason why Milky Way and Snickers made me sick. However, I didn't know it at the time. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS, is just like men/relationships.&lt;/span&gt; For example, I used to really like Milky Ways and thought that the caramely nougat combo &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(insert ex-bf's characteristics here)&lt;/span&gt; were exactly what I needed and wanted in a man. But then, over time, I realized there was something more I wanted. So I added a few extra ingredients&amp;nbsp; (different batch of characteristics) and moved on to the Snickers. The Snickers was delicious and &lt;b&gt;so good&lt;/b&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;just not quite what I needed&lt;/span&gt; because even though it tasted good, I was always sick (things just weren't working out).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Through this experience &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(and knowing my allergies) &lt;/span&gt;I learned what is good for me and what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've realized that finding the "Right Man" can't just be about the glamorous caramel and nougat deliciousness. Instead, it must be good FOR me. So... now that I know my allergies, I know that I need a Mr. Goodbar. He doesn't have any of the lil guys in him that make me sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Catching my &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;chocolatey smelling aroma filled &lt;/span&gt;drift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you can eat great candy bars (date really awesome delicious men) but the fit just isn't right according to the alignment of the stars. And that's ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Be ok with what's good and right for you&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eat a Mr. Goodbar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ot70krdF_U/TpSeoIyKRVI/AAAAAAAADhw/dyd3JTZhMWQ/s1600/mrgoodbar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ot70krdF_U/TpSeoIyKRVI/AAAAAAAADhw/dyd3JTZhMWQ/s1600/mrgoodbar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-120901171091890897?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/120901171091890897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/10/milky-way-analogy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/120901171091890897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/120901171091890897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/10/milky-way-analogy.html' title='Milky Way - An Analogy'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-xOiLNIHDfVs/TpScEbbNlWI/AAAAAAAADhg/Lds63HzMEtI/s72-c/milkyway.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8554663525142554560</id><published>2011-10-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:58:02.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Girl of the week... football kicker AND homecoming queen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PINCKNEY, Mich. (WJBK) - She's the first girl to kick on Pinckney's varsity football team. On Friday night,  &lt;strong&gt;Brianna Amat&lt;/strong&gt; kicked a 31-yard game-winning field goal and was crowned homecoming queen on the same night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read the whole story here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/dpp/news/ron_savage/%22kicking-queen%22-hits-31-yard-field-goal"&gt;http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/dpp/news/ron_savage/%22kicking-queen%22-hits-31-yard-field-goal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8554663525142554560?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8554663525142554560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/10/rules-girl-of-week-football-kicker-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8554663525142554560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8554663525142554560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/10/rules-girl-of-week-football-kicker-and.html' title='Rules Girl of the week... football kicker AND homecoming queen!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3337125096361010951</id><published>2011-09-30T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:59:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you get a kick out of them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I'm not talking about a domestic abuse dispute, that's awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, do they make you giggle, chuckle, LOL? They don't have to be funny per se, but do you find yourself happy and laughing often around them because THEY are funny. It's healthy. You should think the things they do or say are cute enough to giggle about. You SHOULD get a kick out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... go get a kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my favorite versions of "I get a kick out you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one is slower and more romantical for that special someone and some candlelight... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WhqJ_fK1zv8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one's more upbeat. Dance cheek to cheek to this one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ueIRPDAbPNY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jERneqykq4/ToYfBjlqasI/AAAAAAAADhc/6JxkYnZJmiA/s1600/kick_in_air.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jERneqykq4/ToYfBjlqasI/AAAAAAAADhc/6JxkYnZJmiA/s200/kick_in_air.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well he's getting a kick outta somethin'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3337125096361010951?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3337125096361010951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/do-you-get-kick-out-of-them.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3337125096361010951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3337125096361010951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/do-you-get-kick-out-of-them.html' title='Do you get a kick out of them?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/WhqJ_fK1zv8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8408104404491063871</id><published>2011-09-29T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:23:47.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to Anonymous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to give a shout out to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anonymous for her amazing comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So that all of you can see, I made it into a post itself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;Comment In response to blog:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/desperado-please-come-to-your-senses.html"&gt; Desperado. PLEASE come to your senses.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;"So true!! Wish I'd had a friend tell me this about 6 years ago when I was wasting YEARS with a guy who was a chauvinistic jerk; emotionally abusive, jealous, manipulative, the whole bit. &lt;br /&gt;Why did I do it? I HAVE NO IDEA! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But you mentioned having a relationship just to &lt;b&gt;HAVE a relationship&lt;/b&gt;... and that sadly seems to be hitting the nail on the head&lt;/span&gt;. It smarts, but I now think that may have been it. Hindsight, oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfHEIOnHNhQ/ToS3IEePBrI/AAAAAAAADhY/Drqd3oQ_zo8/s1600/desperado-070307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfHEIOnHNhQ/ToS3IEePBrI/AAAAAAAADhY/Drqd3oQ_zo8/s200/desperado-070307.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope that a lot of girls read your post and save themselves the frustration, wasted time, and yes, the wrinkles. :)&lt;br /&gt;My dating story ended VERY happily with a wonderful man, but I don't think that is usually the case, and my heart aches for those less lucky."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Anonymous - us RG's appreciate your support and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be desperado. Don't just want a relationship just to have one. Get your mind off the man, and start improving yourself and loving your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It'll be amazing how he just appears after you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8408104404491063871?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8408104404491063871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/shout-out-to-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8408104404491063871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8408104404491063871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/shout-out-to-anonymous.html' title='Shout out to Anonymous!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-bfHEIOnHNhQ/ToS3IEePBrI/AAAAAAAADhY/Drqd3oQ_zo8/s72-c/desperado-070307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-337688755489778945</id><published>2011-09-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:11:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudi Arabia: women the right to vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Saudi Arabia is perhaps the most &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,2084273_2084272_2084265,00.html"&gt;sex-segregated place on earth&lt;/a&gt;, a country where women can do little &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,2084273_2084272_2084265-2,00.html"&gt;without a male chaperon&lt;/a&gt; and are &lt;a href="http://globalspin.blogs.time.com/2011/06/13/honk-if-you-support-saudi-women/"&gt;not allowed to drive.&lt;/a&gt;" - TIME&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRgsDdZzAPY/ToIfYBMIEDI/AAAAAAAADhQ/WAELqXb-2xg/s1600/saudi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRgsDdZzAPY/ToIfYBMIEDI/AAAAAAAADhQ/WAELqXb-2xg/s320/saudi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://globalspin.blogs.time.com/2011/09/26/saudi-women-get-the-vote-but-real-power-is-elusive/"&gt;Credit for photo and story to: TIME &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://globalspin.blogs.time.com/2011/09/26/saudi-women-get-the-vote-but-real-power-is-elusive/#ixzz1ZBJAAOBn" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://globalspin.blogs.time.com/2011/09/26/saudi-women-get-the-vote-but-real-power-is-elusive/#ixzz1ZBJAAOBn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;I'm hoping this is a step forward for women in Saudi Arabia. Saudi is of special interest to me because my cousins lived there as kids. My Aunt expressed the hardships of living there with two small children, especially having a blond, blue-eyed little girl. I watch for their success in furthering the rights of women and hope that the MEN can do THEIR part in helping make this change possible. I post this to Rules Girl because we are all in this together as women around the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-337688755489778945?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/337688755489778945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/saudi-arabia-women-right-to-vote.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/337688755489778945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/337688755489778945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/saudi-arabia-women-right-to-vote.html' title='Saudi Arabia: women the right to vote'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-NRgsDdZzAPY/ToIfYBMIEDI/AAAAAAAADhQ/WAELqXb-2xg/s72-c/saudi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8865836443267290264</id><published>2011-09-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:06:34.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperado. PLEASE come to your senses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Desperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come to your senses &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BwOXlGbW6Q%20"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BwOXlGbW6Q &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;because you're driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever had a friend that was treating &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; (yes herself) poorly by dating the same guy over and over and over and over even though he isn't great to her and she's not even that wonderful to him? bleck, how frustrating. So what do you do when this is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOUR friend? &lt;/span&gt;You don't want to sever your relationship between you and her, but she also needs to know she's being outrageous and ridiculous. Now, I'm not saying that your friend is just wondering if she likes him and trying to work it all out, I&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; mean she's drama and he's even MORE drama.&lt;/span&gt; They break up, get back together, break up, get back together, cheat on each other, break up, get back together and then cheat again. It's toxic. It's nauseating, it's disgusting. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS is not what relationships are for (just to HAVE). &lt;/span&gt;Relationships are supposed to make you happy, giggle, smile, laugh, dance when nobody is looking, and cry because you're so full of gratitude for your life and the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If this is you, or you have a friend in this type of toxic relationship, be honest with THEM or be honest with yourself. If you address this to your friend, then be kind when you do it and remind them that it's their life and you're not trying to tell them what to do, but instead the next time they are crying on your shoulder about the same ole same&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; ole toxicity&lt;/span&gt;... you can bring up, maybe it would be hard to break up, but better in the long. Maybe tell her that she doesn't want to gain all her wrinkles too fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGX4ARhfFtE/ToIAgQiTs_I/AAAAAAAADhA/-eq69nomeOk/s1600/291980_114336198673288_100002907261315_105973_462393704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AGX4ARhfFtE/ToIAgQiTs_I/AAAAAAAADhA/-eq69nomeOk/s400/291980_114336198673288_100002907261315_105973_462393704_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She doesn't want to be this Barbie (thanks to Ingrid Michaelson for posting) ------&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbO31x6p6Bk/ToIAuIOD5TI/AAAAAAAADhE/OszQGpTG4zk/s1600/barbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbO31x6p6Bk/ToIAuIOD5TI/AAAAAAAADhE/OszQGpTG4zk/s200/barbie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCsJBl9LPQE/ToIBVuSD1DI/AAAAAAAADhM/_tUXxAjzESA/s1600/barbies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCsJBl9LPQE/ToIBVuSD1DI/AAAAAAAADhM/_tUXxAjzESA/s200/barbies.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She wants to be the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pretty, beautiful (inside and out), no baggage, no wrinkles at age 24&amp;nbsp; barbie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Try and hint to your friend, that she shouldn't be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;desperate for a relationship. It's not about being IN a relationship, about the person you're in it with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good luck. If you have a friend like this, maybe give her a link to The Rules Girl. She can turn over a new leaf, like a lot of us have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8865836443267290264?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8865836443267290264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/desperado-please-come-to-your-senses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8865836443267290264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8865836443267290264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/desperado-please-come-to-your-senses.html' title='Desperado. PLEASE come to your senses.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-AGX4ARhfFtE/ToIAgQiTs_I/AAAAAAAADhA/-eq69nomeOk/s72-c/291980_114336198673288_100002907261315_105973_462393704_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2756648915648441737</id><published>2011-09-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:00:00.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5sGUHL1mrg/TntuVLst8uI/AAAAAAAADg8/GdIGw3XnHQc/s1600/zooey-new-girl-heels_5102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5sGUHL1mrg/TntuVLst8uI/AAAAAAAADg8/GdIGw3XnHQc/s320/zooey-new-girl-heels_5102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone else obsessed with &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Zooey&lt;/span&gt;? I sure am. I like her because I can relate to her FAR more than most actresses. Not that I'm a brunette blue-eyed indie beauty by any means, I'm just saying that I feel like I connect with her because in almost everything she does she plays the normal funky girl. Like, in the New Girl on Fox.&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I don't meant to just give &lt;/span&gt;New Girl the free publicity, but then again I do. BECAUSE the more people who watch it, the longer it stays on. I just hope it doesn't get too adult for my naive happy rainbow taste. We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I relate to this one the most. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZ6PZoW3GUA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qgj4iCLUCLI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love her character beccause she's so true to herself. I want to BE that.&lt;/span&gt; I hope I am that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are YOUR fav shows? Do share.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2756648915648441737?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2756648915648441737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/new-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2756648915648441737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2756648915648441737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/new-girl.html' title='New Girl'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-b5sGUHL1mrg/TntuVLst8uI/AAAAAAAADg8/GdIGw3XnHQc/s72-c/zooey-new-girl-heels_5102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-10468704179229686</id><published>2011-09-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:57:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-U_YPZka04/Tntm7YhT9oI/AAAAAAAADg4/4C7qjRTaCE4/s1600/stalker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-U_YPZka04/Tntm7YhT9oI/AAAAAAAADg4/4C7qjRTaCE4/s320/stalker.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend posted this and I couldn't stop laughing. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;--&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For those of you who have read or seen Twilight, and are a fan like me&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not afraid to proclaim it, but don't have the "I drive like a Cullen" bumper sticker, just the "team ____" water bottle. shhhh) &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyhoodles.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe we SHOULD keep this in mind. Where is the line between creeper and we love it? Here are a few common sense ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; Don't find love on &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;. (craigslist killer is enough for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; If he tells you he's been watching you through a window &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; without your knowledge. Bag it. Not in the good bag, the bad non-recyclable bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C. &lt;/span&gt;If multiple people have told you he's &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt;... hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just wanted to &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;remind some of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's ok to hurt sometimes. Just keep yourself in check. Let yourself listen to a sad song or two, cry, and then get back on your feet. This is a good song for that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Gril&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-10468704179229686?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/10468704179229686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/2-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/10468704179229686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/10468704179229686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/2-things.html' title='2 Things'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-a-U_YPZka04/Tntm7YhT9oI/AAAAAAAADg4/4C7qjRTaCE4/s72-c/stalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6420964903380350412</id><published>2011-09-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:52:22.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm practicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to teach myself, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;while in this dating game&lt;/span&gt;, how to be an awesome significant other. I've decided to start by treating my friends and family really well. Here are some things I'm trying to implement/change/do... to help myself be a better... sig oth. (That's totes the perf new phrase for significant other.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MccD_8DzVwM/TnoUraFro1I/AAAAAAAADgs/fyUzruBlfWo/s1600/Belinda-2-225x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MccD_8DzVwM/TnoUraFro1I/AAAAAAAADgs/fyUzruBlfWo/s200/Belinda-2-225x300.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Get dressed &lt;/span&gt;and put on some makeup. It sucks I know, I like to be free as well. Look your best as often as possible. This is a habit I'm trying to break. I have the tendency to wear sweats... always. But future mister will love you in your sweats, but he'll also love to see you dolled up tooooooooooo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwjnKk4-LI0/TnoVPSmerHI/AAAAAAAADgw/AHlPzhYM21A/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwjnKk4-LI0/TnoVPSmerHI/AAAAAAAADgw/AHlPzhYM21A/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Name-calling.&lt;/span&gt; Calling people names isn't nice. I don't care if you think "dork" "crazy" "outrageous" "nerd" etc etc etc are terms of endearment. What the person receiving such false terms of endearment hears is, "I totally think you're immature or stupid, but I love you anyway"... if that's the message you're TRYING to communicate, then by all means tally-ho. Otherwise, we all might want to improve. I have the tendency to be really mean and say, "you're annoying" when the person really is annoying me, but I really do love them a million bajillion. I'm trying to improve, I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Getting upset over the little things.&lt;/span&gt; Just try and be cool. If you do get mad, or are STILL mad. Kiss or hug them anyway. It helps make it go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Talk &lt;/span&gt;instead of text, email, Facebook while they're speaking to you. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAVE a relationship. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Use alone time for social media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-of7fbEDws/TnoV2EEZ79I/AAAAAAAADg0/-EW0qg83pqk/s1600/facebook-addiction+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-of7fbEDws/TnoV2EEZ79I/AAAAAAAADg0/-EW0qg83pqk/s200/facebook-addiction+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this pic is extremely disturbing... please don't let it be you... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. You like alone time. Me too, but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BE with the people you love.&lt;/span&gt; They don't know you love them unless you do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Stop taking everything so&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes we joke about things and our friends are way too serious about it. Don't be that friend, girlfriend, or significant other. Go with it unless it NEEDS to be serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(side note: When you're too serious about dating then you start getting wrinkly like an old hag and the cats start moving in unannounced. This will help you in love because... who wants an old hag?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be &lt;/span&gt;your dorky &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;. But don't force dork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are just a few... hopefully they're the small things that will make me more fun to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXOXOXOOX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6420964903380350412?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6420964903380350412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/something-ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6420964903380350412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6420964903380350412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/something-ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;m practicing'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-MccD_8DzVwM/TnoUraFro1I/AAAAAAAADgs/fyUzruBlfWo/s72-c/Belinda-2-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-228276192606449981</id><published>2011-09-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:44:44.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this via email thanks to you know who you are and thought you might get a kick out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nine       Words women use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aka: Man's guide to communicating with female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)       &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : This is the word women use to end an argument when they are       right and you need to shut up.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(2) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: If       she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only       five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the       game before helping around the house.&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(3) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :       This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be       on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;b&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;(4) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do       It!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(5) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is actually a word, but is a       non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she       thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing       here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the       meaning of nothing.)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(6) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;That's Okay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is one of the       most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she       wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for       your mistake.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(7) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thanks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : A woman is thanking you,       do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a       clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE       sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome'..       That will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(8) &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Is       a woman's way of saying...Go to %@#&amp;amp;^!...&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(9) &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't       worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Another dangerous statement, meaning       this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is       now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's       wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What do you think? use these?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sorry to whoever wrote it, I would give you credit but I don't know who you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-228276192606449981?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/228276192606449981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/girl-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/228276192606449981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/228276192606449981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/girl-words.html' title='Girl words'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-7752379074192335003</id><published>2011-09-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:31:23.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER time! ..... What is it with men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":e6"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rules Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the deal with men?  I'm following the rules... Rules for online dating... and hopefully will get the opportunity to follow the rest of the rules once I meet a guy.  I have a short and breezy online Match profile, one flattering picture and I am getting some replies.  They ask for my number and I comply, they call and ask me out during a short pleasant conversation, we agree on a date in the future (without too much difficulty) and then nothing.... He doesn't call, text, email or anything... ARGH!  Of course I am not contacting them to verify or finalize the details.  If they want to go out they will make the plan right? They will follow up right?  What is going on here?  This is the 3rd time with three different guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-With big hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Izzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Izzy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much for your letter and Girl, we understand your pain! But keep hangin' in there! This is a reminder for all of us to JUST KEEP HANGIN' IN THERE! Don't give up. Because don't forget: &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You don't want to date a guy who doesn't want you! &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you don't want a guy that won't be good to you or for you in the future. Keep your head on straight.&lt;/span&gt; Also, you have to understand men, and keep this in mind while going through this whole dating game process: &lt;b&gt;Men will forever be the hunters.&lt;/b&gt; They want to find you, seek you out, etc etc. So just keep hangin' in there because you want to find a REAL man that actually WANTS to be with you, not just finding a guy just to have one. Instead of trying so hard, maybe just take it easy and be yourself? Maybe instead of seeking online find a different route to find new friends and future lovers. Are you a part of any groups? Like to paint, play sports, etc? Try and join something where you can find and meet new people and keep on playin by the rules.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl &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/7877971494715849951-7752379074192335003?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/7752379074192335003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/letter-time-what-is-it-with-men.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7752379074192335003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7752379074192335003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/letter-time-what-is-it-with-men.html' title='LETTER time! ..... What is it with men?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-6223344084835352597</id><published>2011-09-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:39:15.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I text him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPb6sl9isR4/Tm5DcDohxDI/AAAAAAAADgo/RbVESJ-IJgc/s1600/flowchart_text_905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPb6sl9isR4/Tm5DcDohxDI/AAAAAAAADgo/RbVESJ-IJgc/s320/flowchart_text_905.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is amazing! It's a flow chart to help you decide whether you should text him or not.&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share it and give Becca credit. You can read/follow her blog here: &lt;a href="http://www.beccaclason.com/#1751547/Should-I-Text-Him-Flowchart"&gt;http://www.beccaclason.com/#1751547/Should-I-Text-Him-Flowchart&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fab idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Remember: Let him initiate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU, reciprocate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta play the game, whether you like it or not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6223344084835352597?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6223344084835352597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/07/should-i-text-him-by-becca-clason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6223344084835352597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6223344084835352597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/07/should-i-text-him-by-becca-clason.html' title='Should I text him?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-RPb6sl9isR4/Tm5DcDohxDI/AAAAAAAADgo/RbVESJ-IJgc/s72-c/flowchart_text_905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1305035579138163917</id><published>2011-09-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:31:37.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the Week. He's DAHLing</title><content type='html'>Man of the Week: (drum roll please) &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;brddrrrrdrrrdrdrrrrrdrd&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;that's my try at the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onomatopoeia for a drum roll)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Roald Dahl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;Well, it started with my bonding experience with a 4th grade boy today at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble over Dahl's amazing works...Which then led me looking up a picture of him and so forth. Roald Dahl and others like him are fab examples to us Rules Girls of living our life, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and not sitting around waiting for life to live for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkasbQ1-Zgw/Tmk_--gb_DI/AAAAAAAADgg/Qw3ZY0aR5uo/s1600/Dahl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkasbQ1-Zgw/Tmk_--gb_DI/AAAAAAAADgg/Qw3ZY0aR5uo/s320/Dahl.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like him too because he's eccentric looking. He has crazy eyes and peaceful eyes all at the same time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his fantastical books:&lt;br /&gt;Matilda&lt;br /&gt;The BFG&lt;br /&gt;The Twits (my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;James &amp;amp; the Giant Peace (another favorite)&lt;br /&gt;Charlie &amp;amp; the Chocolate Factory &lt;br /&gt;etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He was creative and funky and I DIG it. &lt;br /&gt;I mean hey, who doesn't want a man with a British accent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;See! &lt;/span&gt;Look how cool his thinking room was! Let's be like him, or at least try and find dudes to date like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lg5ji2qJaY/TmlAfccAjPI/AAAAAAAADgk/2ruD_S9hCBs/s1600/Dahlshed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lg5ji2qJaY/TmlAfccAjPI/AAAAAAAADgk/2ruD_S9hCBs/s1600/Dahlshed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All in favor of us looking for our own future Roald Dahl's to love, say aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1305035579138163917?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1305035579138163917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/man-of-week-drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1305035579138163917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1305035579138163917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/man-of-week-drum-roll-please.html' title='Man of the Week. He&apos;s DAHLing'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-GkasbQ1-Zgw/Tmk_--gb_DI/AAAAAAAADgg/Qw3ZY0aR5uo/s72-c/Dahl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8143706232594475107</id><published>2011-09-07T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:37:33.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've blogged about this in the past, but I have been pondering upon it recently because of a movie I recently saw. So&amp;nbsp; let's discuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Man with List,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(List meaning multiple women man is taking on casual dates) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though you may be interested in multiple women&lt;/b&gt;...when you ask&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; out, at least pretend she's the only one. Just like how guys have an ego, women are vain. It's true. Deep down in our innards, we like to be loved, cherished, and feel as if we are the only girl on your mind and let's be honest, in the world. So at &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LEAST pretend &lt;/span&gt;when you ask us out that you know what day you scheduled me for (or didn't schedule me for).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We don't want to feel like we are on this... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nbhwNLu5ss/Tmfw6NeLzkI/AAAAAAAADgY/SEO9c9omwpM/s1600/list+image.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nbhwNLu5ss/Tmfw6NeLzkI/AAAAAAAADgY/SEO9c9omwpM/s320/list+image.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Women want to be one &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; a million. Not one &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OF &lt;/span&gt;a million. Silly boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and we know you're asking out &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;her and her and her and her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... so maybe spread them out a tad or at least date outside the given circle??? Just a suggestion...what's the rush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, as a Rules Girl, I tend to stray away from fellows with a list of hunnies. Why? Because sometimes it leads to: trying too hard, competing with other women, and wasting my time. However,it can be possible to date a list-man without breaking the rules, just keep your cool, and don't lose yourself or your self-confidence in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not suggesting this should always be avoided, I'm just suggesting that the men need to step it up a tad. Be a MAN and make us FEEL like a woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8143706232594475107?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8143706232594475107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/one-of-many.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8143706232594475107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8143706232594475107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/one-of-many.html' title='One of many.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/--nbhwNLu5ss/Tmfw6NeLzkI/AAAAAAAADgY/SEO9c9omwpM/s72-c/list+image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-7371088787735979679</id><published>2011-09-02T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:18:55.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Stirrer - stir stir stir bye bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv13pWzimEc/TmENBM0YQzI/AAAAAAAADgM/13u3E59Na-Y/s1600/i_live_to_stir_the_pot_tshirt-p235758243249441515t5tr_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv13pWzimEc/TmENBM0YQzI/AAAAAAAADgM/13u3E59Na-Y/s200/i_live_to_stir_the_pot_tshirt-p235758243249441515t5tr_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647809721971262258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish that guys who DO live to stir the pot WOULD just wear these shirts so I can run for the hills as soon as they come near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are bored?&lt;br /&gt;They're actually just insecure and proving to themselves that you still like him because he CAN get you feeling an emotion, even if it's annoyance and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, a pot stirrer creates instant drama out of nothing. Oh man, and to I mean nothing. I think pot stirrers don't understand that drama is a very unattractive quality to posses after age 17 and continue to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stir stir stir until you finally say bye bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eo-KmOd3i7s" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been there. We have experienced those relationships where the person who's supposed to be your lover is being a hater. TRYING to make you mad.&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's what pot stirrers have it all wrong and are yet to find 'success'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continually picking fights and stirring the stinkin' pot tells a person: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This relationship is going to be work. &lt;/span&gt;hmmmm Well guess what, I don't like my pots stirred. I just like it to simmer all nice and neat while I get the poached egg ready for boilin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeLzrMjgCh8/TmEM2sniklI/AAAAAAAADgE/SPMAj3KGLQk/s1600/poached-egg-english-muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeLzrMjgCh8/TmEM2sniklI/AAAAAAAADgE/SPMAj3KGLQk/s200/poached-egg-english-muffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647809541528785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So let's play nice so we can have our egg and eat it too&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, you're exhausting. Nobody wants exhausting, they want to feel like they can relax and be themselves around you, not like they just ran a bloomin' marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXWOesjOZvU/TmEOWcjEbZI/AAAAAAAADgU/Q0kn_sdFaOk/s1600/tired3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXWOesjOZvU/TmEOWcjEbZI/AAAAAAAADgU/Q0kn_sdFaOk/s200/tired3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647811186482507154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;Just relax pot stirrer, because when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you turn up the heat too high and stir too crazy, the water spills out you get burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you pot stirrers very well know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-7371088787735979679?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/7371088787735979679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/pot-stirrer-dun-dun-dun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7371088787735979679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7371088787735979679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/pot-stirrer-dun-dun-dun.html' title='Pot Stirrer - stir stir stir bye bye bye'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-Nv13pWzimEc/TmENBM0YQzI/AAAAAAAADgM/13u3E59Na-Y/s72-c/i_live_to_stir_the_pot_tshirt-p235758243249441515t5tr_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4439415724711611679</id><published>2011-09-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:00:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a visionary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the weirdest dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivid.&lt;br /&gt;There was even that movie film fog and dark green grass and trees in the picture. I was both myself (in-body) and looking at myself as an omnipotent watcher. It was like this, with trees, and me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5XpMoFUYBo/Tl_wPzkh21I/AAAAAAAADf8/eGpodbmKHsQ/s1600/verdun_human_nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5XpMoFUYBo/Tl_wPzkh21I/AAAAAAAADf8/eGpodbmKHsQ/s200/verdun_human_nature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647496612078017362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, somehow a friendship with a long ago love was rekindled. I feel AMAZING in the dream. Bliss being with him. Perfection.  Then I look at him with googly eyes and he knows I still love him. Then he says, "this can't be anything." Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I woke up HURTING.&lt;/span&gt; All day I've felt as if it was the day after the real falling apart of this relationship took place years ago when I was numb and damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;However, happy side of all this is that it eventually led me to becoming The Rules Girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I decided that I wasn't going to chase and force the wrong relationship. I decided that I deserved the best, and wouldn't beg for it, but would wait for it to come to me. Calmly, and confidently. I decided to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  all day I've been thinking about the dream because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have no idea why he popped into my head.  &lt;/span&gt;I can't help but ask myself...Am I a visionary? Is something coming that I needed reminding to keep my head on straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yikes or Yay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your seat, because who knows what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are so weird. Any ideas on what it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4439415724711611679?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4439415724711611679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/im-visionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4439415724711611679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4439415724711611679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/im-visionary.html' title='I&apos;m a visionary.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-r5XpMoFUYBo/Tl_wPzkh21I/AAAAAAAADf8/eGpodbmKHsQ/s72-c/verdun_human_nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8883097775689500463</id><published>2011-09-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:15:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't invited. I'm offended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who knew!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69gJp-iobMk/Tl56lQsm3kI/AAAAAAAADfs/wuc00M-F9Zg/s1600/BK-260-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69gJp-iobMk/Tl56lQsm3kI/AAAAAAAADfs/wuc00M-F9Zg/s200/BK-260-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647085763324993090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie and Ken tied the knot. See photos of their wedding here: &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/weddings/blogs/save-the-date/2011/08/real-wedding-album-barbie-ken.html"&gt;Glamour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand it was a small wedding, but Barbie... you're a Rules Girl too! What's the deal!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8883097775689500463?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8883097775689500463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/i-wasnt-invited-im-offended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8883097775689500463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8883097775689500463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/09/i-wasnt-invited-im-offended.html' title='I wasn&apos;t invited. I&apos;m offended.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-69gJp-iobMk/Tl56lQsm3kI/AAAAAAAADfs/wuc00M-F9Zg/s72-c/BK-260-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3527211111315742908</id><published>2011-08-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:13:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dressed of the Week according to Teen Vogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4Hep5T5v1M/Tl55rKgw6CI/AAAAAAAADfk/svyN9a8-v9U/s1600/07-best-dressed-scarlett-johansson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4Hep5T5v1M/Tl55rKgw6CI/AAAAAAAADfk/svyN9a8-v9U/s200/07-best-dressed-scarlett-johansson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647084765232293922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/style/bestdressed/topten_20110822?mbid=social_sidekick_GLM#slide=1"&gt;See the full Article Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's on the list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kate Middleton&lt;/span&gt; - duh. Love her, so classy and fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anne Hathaway&lt;/span&gt; - I wouldn't normally add her to this list, but I feel ok about her sporting the white blazer with gathered sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alexa Vega &lt;/span&gt;- no feelings about the outfit whatsoever which probably means it shouldn't be in the top 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harley Viera-Newton &lt;/span&gt;- hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jessie J&lt;/span&gt; - she's crazy. It works for her&lt;br /&gt;Kendall Kardashian - all I kept thinking was, she's so dang skinny.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself... and then tell us what you think...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3527211111315742908?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3527211111315742908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/best-dressed-of-week-according-to-teen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3527211111315742908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3527211111315742908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/best-dressed-of-week-according-to-teen.html' title='Best Dressed of the Week according to Teen Vogue'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-I4Hep5T5v1M/Tl55rKgw6CI/AAAAAAAADfk/svyN9a8-v9U/s72-c/07-best-dressed-scarlett-johansson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3975554749968965617</id><published>2011-08-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:42:00.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girls are Dreamers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2_HXUhShhmY" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Big. Work Hard.&lt;br /&gt;Get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3975554749968965617?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3975554749968965617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/morning-elegance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3975554749968965617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3975554749968965617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/morning-elegance.html' title='Morning Elegance'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/2_HXUhShhmY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1834067476574577346</id><published>2011-08-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:24:59.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rule: No Cats allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it. I've had enough of the petty and catty, even of myself. Today is a new day and turning over a really pretty new leaf. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9M17HLwLj4/TlvK7Fr0BOI/AAAAAAAADfU/Rwjozn4lS8Q/s1600/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9M17HLwLj4/TlvK7Fr0BOI/AAAAAAAADfU/Rwjozn4lS8Q/s200/leaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646329674326082786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rules Girls&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; are lovers in&lt;/span&gt; all sense of the word. So instead of making other people feel stupid or un-loved. WE LOVE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARD.&lt;/span&gt; This includes people we love, like, loake, and even don't love, like, or loake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The smirks to your friends, eye-rolls, and petty/catty comments are seen and heard&lt;/span&gt;. Not just by you and your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;negative friend&lt;/span&gt;, but by all of us and when you hurt people, guess what it isn't cool. This isn't 7th grade anymore. Cool kids went out the window the second we graduated 3rd grade. So here's to a new leaf, both you AND me! No more cats.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one's really really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOtCE6TwbvA/TlvKr75D2wI/AAAAAAAADfM/d8HMYfcVyq8/s1600/cat-scratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOtCE6TwbvA/TlvKr75D2wI/AAAAAAAADfM/d8HMYfcVyq8/s200/cat-scratch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646329413999254274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT Your cattiness... NOT so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Cats allowed. Lovers only.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1834067476574577346?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1834067476574577346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/meow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1834067476574577346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1834067476574577346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/08/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-H9M17HLwLj4/TlvK7Fr0BOI/AAAAAAAADfU/Rwjozn4lS8Q/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2527325389278892198</id><published>2011-07-27T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:59:38.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule #00.002365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rule #:00.002365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, it's a really important rule so it's not even 1, it's less than one, making it uber important. What is it? edge of your seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ok drum rollllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 00.002365 is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGBS8crI5vY/TjBR8W_L9SI/AAAAAAAADek/o4qmryD0ZZ4/s1600/Hamburger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGBS8crI5vY/TjBR8W_L9SI/AAAAAAAADek/o4qmryD0ZZ4/s200/Hamburger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634093231245096226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, don't get too carried away. Be balanced...but c'mon, you gotta eat!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, one of the most important rules in Rules Girl World is eating. We don't do eating disorders around here. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? Well, A. duh. B. The whole point of being a Rules Girl is that we like ourselves and want to be the best version of whoever that may be. C. Boys like girls with a lil' meat on 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story, and post of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, it makes you happy, your skin glow, and boys like you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2527325389278892198?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2527325389278892198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/07/rule-00002365.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2527325389278892198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2527325389278892198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/07/rule-00002365.html' title='Rule #00.002365'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-aGBS8crI5vY/TjBR8W_L9SI/AAAAAAAADek/o4qmryD0ZZ4/s72-c/Hamburger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8527609886688119030</id><published>2011-06-17T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:00:11.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Care</title><content type='html'>Did any of you ever watch Care Bears as kids? Did you ever see the "Care Bear Movies"? Well, we loved them in my all-girl household and the best part of the movie was at the end when the care bears would stand in a line and shoot "Care" from their tummies. ORRrrrrrrrrrr when the care bears would all stand in a circle around a bad guy or gal and chant " we care, we care, we care" at the bad person and the person would all of a sudden have love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welp, Rules Girls are Care Bears. We care about... SOMETHING, ANYTHING, SOMEONE! Don't live a dreary life with no cares in the world, be passionate about something. This post was inspired by my concern for those in China suffering from massive flooding. I just wish I could shoot "care" from my tummy to ease their cares and burdens. Since I can't, I'm going to donate to a humanitarian fund, pray for them, and make YOU aware of their suffering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-13814041"&gt;Click here to see photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About something. Anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8527609886688119030?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8527609886688119030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/we-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8527609886688119030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8527609886688119030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/we-care.html' title='We Care'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8146387674695596079</id><published>2011-06-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:16:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Ask a Girl Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Mister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to: Ask a girl out. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step #1. Be a MAN! (be confident) - how do you should confidence? Voice projection. Don't be a whimpy speaker. One male dating coach even said he'd never had someone come to him for advice on dating, that didn't have a projection problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So speak up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What girl wants a whimpy man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You might not even be whimpy, but you seem like it when you speak all... ya know... whimpy-like. We don't need yet again, another movie called "Diary of a Whimpy Kid" of which you are the star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So be confident and speak up. Remember this is a need for balance though. Don't be obnoxious, because it's...obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8146387674695596079?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8146387674695596079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/how-to-ask-girl-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8146387674695596079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8146387674695596079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/how-to-ask-girl-out.html' title='How to Ask a Girl Out...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-2452765664942632972</id><published>2011-06-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:17:24.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Fire &amp; Gasoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ak-ZoWwT0PU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever dated or loved someone that you felt this way about. You loved their guts out, but you were fire and they were gasoline. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You just are NOT good for each other. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes you have serious chemistry, just like fire and gasoline, but the outcome of that chemistry equation &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-frCOw0dpIhc/TfA64gCNsdI/AAAAAAAADcE/m9H8LcrH7BM/s200/equation.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616053477677314514" /&gt;just ends up in a no-good explosion.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kL98k4c81T4/TfA7Ex5xCXI/AAAAAAAADcM/quqw1hbNYlc/s200/explosion.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616053688632150386" /&gt; Yes, I'm talking... nuclear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided the reason why we sometimes love people we shouldn't be with is to teach us something. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life, God, the Galaxy... whoever or whatever it is you believe in, is just teaching you something about life and relationships. &lt;/span&gt;So take what you've learned and your love for that person and keep on going. Find someone else you have chemistry with, but that the chemical equation forms something a little safer for you both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2452765664942632972?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2452765664942632972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/we-are-fire-gasoline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2452765664942632972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2452765664942632972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/we-are-fire-gasoline.html' title='We are Fire &amp; Gasoline'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/ak-ZoWwT0PU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4034589622133504058</id><published>2011-06-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:15:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricking Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You should just trick yourself into liking them until you do, because they're good for you. Usually the ones that aren't good for you... you have amazing chemistry with." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself nodding in agreement with this statement when I heard it, in shock that I would actually agree. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I don't agree,&lt;/span&gt; I think it's appalling and was disgusted with myself for the brief moment that I agreed with it. Chemistry isn't a magic trick you can conjure up with self deceit.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T2jve5eNE4/Te8Tdn7uadI/AAAAAAAADb8/_ml5zElskkI/s200/Magic-Tricks.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615728660010920402" /&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's real and it's natural. It's not mimicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You should never have to trick yourself&lt;/span&gt; into liking, dating, loving, marrying, etc etc etc with anyone. Rules Girls especially have enough self confidence and respect for both themselves and others that they don't like to themselves about their feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, it's a lot harder to be honest with yourself and others than it is to hide, trick, or lie to them. But you have to be true to yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You deserve someone you feel the chemistry with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do. Just keep hangin' on. They'll come along. In the meantime - do yo thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4034589622133504058?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4034589622133504058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/tricking-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4034589622133504058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4034589622133504058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/06/tricking-yourself.html' title='Tricking Yourself'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/--T2jve5eNE4/Te8Tdn7uadI/AAAAAAAADb8/_ml5zElskkI/s72-c/Magic-Tricks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4539159447944324753</id><published>2011-05-31T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:50:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Pretending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPtflwHwhEk/TeU4X8ASq2I/AAAAAAAADbw/RqYggylTsdQ/s1600/pretending.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPtflwHwhEk/TeU4X8ASq2I/AAAAAAAADbw/RqYggylTsdQ/s200/pretending.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612954494482688866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPtflwHwhEk/TeU4X8ASq2I/AAAAAAAADbw/RqYggylTsdQ/s1600/pretending.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have probably learned how to pretend to impress a guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WELL UNLEARN IT. You might even deny you do it, but a lot of us do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need to mention all the countries you've been in... all the cool jobs you've done and all th&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e adventurous excursions you've been in all in one sentence. Take a breath, relax... Just because there is a male&lt;/span&gt; nearby,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and one that is slightly attractive,&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean a girl needs to outpour all of her accomplishments in one setting. Let them learn about you as they will and at a natural pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need to mention things you think they'll like because you think it will help them like you. Honestly, they'll like you if they like YOU... not like you because you like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stop overemphasizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stop mentioning the things you think he would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stop not being yourse&lt;/span&gt;lf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just relax and go with it, because guys notice when you're pretending or ACTING a little too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A lot of girls AND guys do this. Talk about a certain sport because "guys like it" or talk about how in shape they are, where they've been etc etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;But you don't have to like all the same things to like each other. Boys will be boys and girls will be girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Be a girl... and whatever that means to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you like basketball, like it... but do you have to mention it awkwardly right off the bat?  If you like pokemon, antiques, hair, British lit, traveling, romantic comedies, football, broadway, politics, shooting ranges, dirt biking, etc etc. Like it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like yourself and be yourself and he's far more likely to like you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7877971494715849951-4539159447944324753?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4539159447944324753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/05/take-breatherstop-trying-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4539159447944324753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4539159447944324753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/05/take-breatherstop-trying-so-hard.html' title='The Art of Pretending'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-sPtflwHwhEk/TeU4X8ASq2I/AAAAAAAADbw/RqYggylTsdQ/s72-c/pretending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2286134791348881899</id><published>2011-05-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:05:56.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headstrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi5k7b5wz4E/Td7cPMu3BMI/AAAAAAAADbg/HxYmFVZZe-E/s1600/mclintock01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi5k7b5wz4E/Td7cPMu3BMI/AAAAAAAADbg/HxYmFVZZe-E/s200/mclintock01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611164339424134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Rules Girls have a mind of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yea yea, sometimes it sucks to completely disagree with a fella' &lt;/span&gt;you're interested in, but have a brain! Rules Girls have a mind of their own. They're also quite headstrong. When you have an opinion and you truly believe it, stick with it. Of course you need to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;be open-minded, but if you weren't headstrong&lt;/span&gt; about anything you wouldn't possess any conviction. Don't be brainless, be headstrong. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And FIGHT for what it is you believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the greatest Rules Girls of ALL TIME was Maureen O'Hara. Oh Maureen, she was sassy and headstrong as any... and she acted with John Wayne (played his wife in a variety of movies). Now if a girl like M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;aureen O'Hara can be headstrong and stick with him&lt;/span&gt;... I think that's evidence enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Be Headstrong &amp;amp; Be a Fighter. &lt;/span&gt;Here's Maureen O'Hara fighting in a classic scene in McLintock! It's hilarious!! &lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KFhu7Jq9Tr0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&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/7877971494715849951-2286134791348881899?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2286134791348881899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/05/headstrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2286134791348881899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2286134791348881899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/05/headstrong.html' title='Headstrong'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-Oi5k7b5wz4E/Td7cPMu3BMI/AAAAAAAADbg/HxYmFVZZe-E/s72-c/mclintock01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2498067387494292185</id><published>2011-04-29T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:52:00.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I know, you can watch on E! all day, but it can't go without mention... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THE ROYAL WEDDING! Everything is so much more romantic in... English. BAHAHAH okok we speak English, but you know what I mean - British. I just think I'm funny. But, aw, so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irdYznsHZZY/TbsQX4lt7xI/AAAAAAAADbA/KA6v_n1RvWU/s1600/kate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irdYznsHZZY/TbsQX4lt7xI/AAAAAAAADbA/KA6v_n1RvWU/s200/kate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601088564078964498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ohmygoshhhhhhhhhhh Kate looked FABULOUS!!! And she's even being compared to Grace Kelly, what a compliment! &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-yujAMh1F0/TbsQs1TJ-4I/AAAAAAAADbI/xt23VgX5GNw/s200/alg_grace-kelly_kate-middleton.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601088923973057410" /&gt; She just looked amazing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Very princessy&lt;/span&gt;. She was modest, modern, and traditional all at the same time. I was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;amazed by her poise&lt;/span&gt; and comfort in front of ALL of those people and she especially gave her prince the attention he deserved amid it all. Don't you hate that at weddings when the bride gets too carried away with her guests and forgets about the man who is the reason she's there? ick, me too. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But Kate DID NOT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they were so sweet and precious together. The royal kiss was darling. So perfect, they were kind of giggling through it. &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43hRurb2p6c/TbsSicXoUjI/AAAAAAAADbY/OTbK_qoLQns/s200/kiss.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601090944505500210" /&gt;So presh.  And look who was there? Yep, the Beckham's, Victoria about 5 months preggo looks amazing in her FIVE inch heels... wow, now that's a rules girl. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Get it gurrrrrrrrrl. oooh and he is YUMMmmmmmy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIHlBvBY1uM/TbsQMHJu-fI/AAAAAAAADa4/DrvjRisyUog/s200/victoria%2Bbeckham.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601088361829693938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we could all get some really cool hats and go to the party too, but I guess watching in our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pj's will have to do.&lt;/span&gt;  Just remember, that if you ever have a big event, pull a Kate and give attention to the person who means the most, while being poised and dignified to other guests.There's always something to learn from one Rules Girl to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Royal Wedding to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps. did you know her hips are padded to make her waist look smaller!? BRILLIANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2498067387494292185?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2498067387494292185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2498067387494292185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2498067387494292185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html' title='The Royal Wedding.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-irdYznsHZZY/TbsQX4lt7xI/AAAAAAAADbA/KA6v_n1RvWU/s72-c/kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-5928282248067542156</id><published>2011-04-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:51:09.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Girl of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/khCokQt--l4" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girl Karmin.... wow.&lt;br /&gt;Atta girl, she's quite the Rules Girl.&lt;br /&gt;doin' stuff... and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, go do stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;n'stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-5928282248067542156?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5928282248067542156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/rules-girl-of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5928282248067542156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5928282248067542156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/rules-girl-of-week.html' title='Rules Girl of the week'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/khCokQt--l4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8344728871639111808</id><published>2011-04-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:51:17.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men... the Mind Readers - ok, or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MzDK70zO-Eo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK team, time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think men can read our minds. Yes, I know... we know it, but we can get a little silly sometimes.  But really men can't read minds - weird I know. As such, we need to be explicit and clear when it comes to what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be too hard on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THEM or yourself about it all, &lt;/span&gt;we just have different ways of communicating. No offense men, we still love you. Sometimes though it's just a different type of communication, and men are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOT mind readers&lt;/span&gt;. They really really aren't. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SmiUDN9IhA/TbYHwUhiGJI/AAAAAAAADaw/LGrX4Y4eygk/s200/mind-reader.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599671713406261394" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;yea, I don't think I even want a mind reader... right? he looks like he's going to eat my head instead of read it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Women really aren't mind readers either,&lt;/span&gt; we just catch on to non-verbal communication cues a tad more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(*The Female Brain - Brizendene)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...As seen in this video sent by one of our favorite readers, be clear and explicit about what you want instead of thinking he understood &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;what you were&lt;b&gt; trying&lt;/b&gt; to communicate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Tell him what you want. &lt;/span&gt;He WANTS to know, I promise. And if he doesn't... you probs don't want him anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8344728871639111808?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8344728871639111808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/men-mind-readers-ok-or-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8344728871639111808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8344728871639111808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/men-mind-readers-ok-or-not.html' title='Men... the Mind Readers - ok, or not.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/MzDK70zO-Eo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3289018899471926605</id><published>2011-04-21T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:46:41.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does love run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJlXoah3Iro/TbEWK52s8MI/AAAAAAAADag/UKpl71MsDoc/s1600/bigstockphoto_man_running_390212.s600x600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJlXoah3Iro/TbEWK52s8MI/AAAAAAAADag/UKpl71MsDoc/s200/bigstockphoto_man_running_390212.s600x600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598280188382998722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CCoX60EpTAI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love don't run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, I think I agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait maybe not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know all those songs that talk about how the guy or girl runs away and comes back and they live happily ever after? I hate those songs. Why did they leave in the first place? Then again, I've done stupid stuff... hmmm I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does love run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3289018899471926605?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3289018899471926605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/does-love-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3289018899471926605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3289018899471926605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/does-love-run.html' title='Does love run?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-pJlXoah3Iro/TbEWK52s8MI/AAAAAAAADag/UKpl71MsDoc/s72-c/bigstockphoto_man_running_390212.s600x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2834823845608977142</id><published>2011-04-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:57:00.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave Wave Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was checking out our stats here on RG and found out the following about our audience. These are the pageviews we have from around the world. Unfortunately it doesn't follow our entire history as a blog, but it's enough to know that we should be paying tribute to our world travelers. So here's to you, readers! Cheers and thanks for reading The Rules Girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;United States 17,132&lt;br /&gt;Canada 967&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom 953&lt;br /&gt;Russia 514&lt;br /&gt;Germany 511&lt;br /&gt;South Korea 510&lt;br /&gt;Australia 418&lt;br /&gt;Philippines 322&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands 169&lt;br /&gt;Japan 161&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok ok I understand some of these people probably landed on us and didn't care, but why think about that when we can be grateful for those who really are reading. xoxo&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/7877971494715849951-2834823845608977142?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2834823845608977142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/wave-wave-wave.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2834823845608977142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2834823845608977142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/wave-wave-wave.html' title='Wave Wave Wave'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-2635266402533721226</id><published>2011-04-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:43:00.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relating to Movie Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9lvMsiBUg/TaqN3vm_9TI/AAAAAAAADaY/c-UjEAQbsgg/s1600/morning-glory-movie-poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9lvMsiBUg/TaqN3vm_9TI/AAAAAAAADaY/c-UjEAQbsgg/s200/morning-glory-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596441475773625650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a movie character you relate to? You might not even completely relate, but ok you wish you did? Yea, I have one. Ever seen the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1126618/"&gt;Morning Glory&lt;/a&gt;? With Rachel McAdams, Harrison Ford, Noah Bean and Dianne Keaton? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welp, I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GNcvlNBJO0/TaqNeIZajLI/AAAAAAAADaQ/LDqxcoqZ21w/s1600/Morning%2BGlory_movie_stills_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GNcvlNBJO0/TaqNeIZajLI/AAAAAAAADaQ/LDqxcoqZ21w/s200/Morning%2BGlory_movie_stills_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596441035750935730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to be Rachel McAdam's character, Becky... more than you know. Ok, so I more so relate to her than I want to be her...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel a little clumsy, I'm not Ivy League, I work really hard at what I do, and I have big dreams. &lt;/span&gt;I know I'm no Rachel by any means, but it kinda feels good to find someone you relate to, even if they're in a movie. I think it's Rules Girlsy to find that character to relate to, why? Because it motivates you, picks you up, and helps us remember that dreaming is what Rules Girls do... because we can, and because we will. If you feel there's a special mission you're supposed to accomplish in life, go do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4EjFB7xZROI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go do it - or figure out how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2635266402533721226?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2635266402533721226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/relating-to-movie-characters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2635266402533721226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2635266402533721226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/relating-to-movie-characters.html' title='Relating to Movie Characters'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-Nw9lvMsiBUg/TaqN3vm_9TI/AAAAAAAADaY/c-UjEAQbsgg/s72-c/morning-glory-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-498613649574684937</id><published>2011-04-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:38:45.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mD60zkHL0oA/Tae9GsGNt4I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ce5bJ0N5OtQ/s1600/blahblahblahblah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mD60zkHL0oA/Tae9GsGNt4I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ce5bJ0N5OtQ/s200/blahblahblahblah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595648984645220226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, but of course I've been thinking of you! Especially the other day, man I wish you were all there... I was walking by this chick who of course was on the phone and this is what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she was saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Omgosh, of course I got your voicemail again. But weird because you told me your phone was dead and that's why you couldn't call me! I'm pretty sure your phone isn't dead if it's ringing and ringing and going to voicemail after those rings. I can't believe this. You have been avoiding me and cannot even man up!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And she kept going. &lt;/span&gt;Yikesabee I hope it wasn't of our readers because that is very much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a Rules Girl thing to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. If your man is avoiding you this is the wrong way to approach it. First of all, give him space, then see what happens. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe he needs a sec to think, breat&lt;/span&gt;he, work, or relax for a min. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Maybe this is a sign. I think it's QUITE the sign for Girl X on the phone. I mean, if he's avoiding her and lying to her like that... or even if he isn't, he will be soon because she sounds awful. who would want to answer her call? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ick, not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Talk to your man... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not AT your man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. men, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you cheat on your girl and I'll come after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Rules Girls are NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; drama. So if you're with a man who does funky stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get outta town, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's more. I know it doesn't seem like it, but there are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, it's amazing what you can learn from a stranger on the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This reminds me of some other posts. Check it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/dont-just-blah-blah-blah.html"&gt;Don't just Blah Blah&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/09/dont-call-him-hell-call-you.html"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/09/dont-call-him-hell-call-you.html"&gt;on't call Him... he'll call you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-498613649574684937?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/498613649574684937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/im-sorry-ive-been-neglecting-you-but-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/498613649574684937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/498613649574684937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/im-sorry-ive-been-neglecting-you-but-of.html' title=''/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-mD60zkHL0oA/Tae9GsGNt4I/AAAAAAAADaA/Ce5bJ0N5OtQ/s72-c/blahblahblahblah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2439688887100038900</id><published>2011-04-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:12:32.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/22zB6Soc2Gk" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a process, the whole healing thing. It really does come a lil at a time...day-by-day. Sometimes it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slaps&lt;/span&gt; you in the face and other days you don't give it a second thought. Just remember, it is within your control. You have power over your thoughts, which affect your emotions. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You DECIDE &lt;/span&gt;what to do and how to feel. So decide. Don't do the things that you know will make you sad. Do the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;This song says so much - give it a listen and you'll know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;Rules Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'times new roman','new york',times,serif;font-size:16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2439688887100038900?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2439688887100038900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/day-by-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2439688887100038900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2439688887100038900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/day-by-day.html' title='Little bit stronger'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/22zB6Soc2Gk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1306236318824934481</id><published>2011-04-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:44:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My duhpiphany about hobbies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZE6qciNUlE/TZ6uO9rIAsI/AAAAAAAADZ4/rEdg7V1Za10/s1600/SportsHobbies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZE6qciNUlE/TZ6uO9rIAsI/AAAAAAAADZ4/rEdg7V1Za10/s200/SportsHobbies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593099359337579202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I was just thinking about how some girls really need hobbies. They do. They need something other than boys and Facebook to consume their time and more importantly their thoughts...but then my thoughts got deep, real deep. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY, should they REALLY have hobbies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well first of all, have a life of your own... besides that...no guy wants to babysit a girl all the time because she doesn't have anything else to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever noticed that guys are attracted to those girls that "have it all"? Having it all can mean a variety of things, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but one of those varieties could be defined as the girls who can "do a lot of things" and by do, I mean LIKE a lot of things besides youtube videos and their ipod. &lt;/span&gt;I mean, they like to talk about things that matter, are learning a new instrument, love reading, tried water color, karate, and long jumping... are closet knitters, are stellar at ping pong and crazy eights, love to ski, play basketball, and edit videos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why do all the guys like them? &lt;/span&gt;Well here's where the epiphany came... and yea it was more of a DUH than an epiphany... we'll call it a dupiphany. The more hobbies, skills, and interests you develop, the more likely you are to have :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Something in common with a fine fellow (the more events you attend and groups you're in because of your hobbies, the more people you meet that lead you to more people and men, and men, and people.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. The more skills, interests, and hobbies you have the more attractive qualities you have... or are to have something someone has always wanted (ex: a girl who can play sports or the guitar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So thank heavens for my duhpiphany because this was a much needed Rules Girl post. Get out there and get some hobbies because it's the Rules Girl way to be smart, awesome, exciting, adventurous, and full of life and love. No guy wants a girl who isn't excited about life and finding new things and people to love. Get busy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and ultimately...do this for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1306236318824934481?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1306236318824934481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/my-duhpiphany-about-hobbies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1306236318824934481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1306236318824934481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/my-duhpiphany-about-hobbies.html' title='My duhpiphany about hobbies.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-JZE6qciNUlE/TZ6uO9rIAsI/AAAAAAAADZ4/rEdg7V1Za10/s72-c/SportsHobbies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-7613272262242075591</id><published>2011-04-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:14:44.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing letters</title><content type='html'>I was sitting... thinking too of course, and wishing that I could write letters to some of my past beaux's telling them I'm sorry for how stupid I was. No no, not asking them if I could come back, no no no no. But just writing to explain that I'm grateful for what we went through, but now that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I look back I learned so much about what not to do, and what TO do in relationships and that I'm sorry I kinda missed the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLe-bM4TczI/TZ1jc5ssnbI/AAAAAAAADZw/JsqUz0AoNpo/s1600/missed-the-boat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLe-bM4TczI/TZ1jc5ssnbI/AAAAAAAADZw/JsqUz0AoNpo/s200/missed-the-boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592735660439805362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bye bye boat. Oh, there he goes paddling off with her... baha, jk I'm funny. Anyway... Now that I look back and learn even MORE about relationships I realize what signals I was completely blind about. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whoops, Welp, and Whatever. &lt;/span&gt; For example, did you know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as humans we would rather feel anger than sadness? &lt;/span&gt;So when you're lover bursts out in anger, it's probably because they feel hurt and want to suppress their sadness because anger is better to their insides than sadness ever while be. Sad, right? I know, when I learned that I felt awful. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(That's not saying it's ok to be abused etc etc, please understand the balance)&lt;/span&gt;. Fascinating. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I would have known that. &lt;/span&gt;I wish I would have known a lot of things. But it's over and done now, I just sometimes wish I could a letter and say &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear X, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned stuff. Sorry bout it. Don't worry it won't be as bad for the next sucker. Love you, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wait but not allowed to say that anymore or whoops that's one of the things I should've said- ok well just&lt;/span&gt;... n'stuff, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; learned? Reflect and Learn, so next time your relationship will be that much better. If you do it, I'll do it. reflect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-7613272262242075591?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/7613272262242075591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/writing-letters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7613272262242075591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7613272262242075591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/04/writing-letters.html' title='Writing letters'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-LLe-bM4TczI/TZ1jc5ssnbI/AAAAAAAADZw/JsqUz0AoNpo/s72-c/missed-the-boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-29507463816990819</id><published>2011-03-31T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:20:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tn5Oh2cpVn4/TZTvdtkAI1I/AAAAAAAADZo/BHbGQH63YK8/s1600/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tn5Oh2cpVn4/TZTvdtkAI1I/AAAAAAAADZo/BHbGQH63YK8/s200/cloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590356331199472466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you ever caught yourself being gloomy?&lt;/span&gt; Yea, me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't allow external forces to dictate your happiness.&lt;/span&gt; Joy comes from within. You'll have hard days, but leave the dark cloud behind and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoy the sunshine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynffQy-d5nE/TZTvLR4EFfI/AAAAAAAADZg/2JY_Dgy1Nxw/s1600/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ynffQy-d5nE/TZTvLR4EFfI/AAAAAAAADZg/2JY_Dgy1Nxw/s200/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590356014529779186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that exists somewhere within your reach. Sometimes it's hard to recognize, but once you see it... grasp it, love it, and don't let go. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-399GR3j0dQU/TZTvH_Up-fI/AAAAAAAADZY/uKxXDwyk4Xs/s1600/Girl_happy_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-399GR3j0dQU/TZTvH_Up-fI/AAAAAAAADZY/uKxXDwyk4Xs/s200/Girl_happy_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590355958009821682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See how liberating it is to be at peace with yourself? FREEDOM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't LET negativity rule you. Don't let the hardships wear on you. Be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO guy wants a girl with a dark cloud looming over her head.&lt;br /&gt;Be the girl that radiates sunshine, so all the guys want to flock to her and share those rays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-29507463816990819?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/29507463816990819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/external-forces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/29507463816990819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/29507463816990819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/external-forces.html' title='Gloomy Girl'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-tn5Oh2cpVn4/TZTvdtkAI1I/AAAAAAAADZo/BHbGQH63YK8/s72-c/cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4146310528537890755</id><published>2011-03-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:17:43.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Women's History Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEALmawYb8A/TZLKVxE5aXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/92ZBMddJtmM/s1600/votes_for_women.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEALmawYb8A/TZLKVxE5aXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/92ZBMddJtmM/s200/votes_for_women.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589752562820147570" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;March is &lt;a href="http://www.nwhp.org/whm/history.php"&gt;National Women's History Month&lt;/a&gt;! But it's coming to a close... wah wah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, National Women's History Month just gives us another excuse to celebrate our womanhood. I mean, we're awesome... just think about it. We get to... paint our nails, get dressed up, wear lip gloss... we look SO much better in bikini's... curl our hair, straighten our hair, throw it up or chop it off.... we can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cry whenever we want to whomever we want, have the right to be indecisive,&lt;/span&gt; an excuse to have a bad week... get mani-pedi's, have kids, be executives, vote, sing, wear skirts, heels, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and cover-up&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;lt;-bwwahaha suckers)... we get to play sports, dance, sing, act, paint, travel, explore, drive, hike, swim, and best of all, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we can conquer the world and look &lt;/span&gt;pretty while we do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we're good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4146310528537890755?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4146310528537890755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/national-womens-history-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4146310528537890755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4146310528537890755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/national-womens-history-month.html' title='National Women&apos;s History Month'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-hEALmawYb8A/TZLKVxE5aXI/AAAAAAAADZQ/92ZBMddJtmM/s72-c/votes_for_women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-9177237405735672148</id><published>2011-03-28T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:21:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The radio blogged for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you were all in the car with me today when I heard these two songs back-to-back because it is just so...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girlsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Av7m_Pgt1S8" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, we (Rules Girls) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sure don't want NO SCRUB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a mini *rhetorical analysis of the lyrics of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- He just sits on his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;broke bum bum? &lt;/span&gt;Yea, no thanks. Rules Girls are cool with dating broke dudes, but not the kind that sit on their bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Do I want your number? nope... you should be calling me, oh wait so after I said no I don't want your number, you thought you should ask if I would give you mine? ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- He's lookin' like trash? (this speaks for itself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no analysis necessary&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Live at your mom's?&lt;/span&gt; For a short period of time, depending on where you're at in life, ok we can make exceptions... but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't wanna be your next MAMMA&lt;/span&gt; who's car you can hang out of the passenger's side because your friends are sick of you... barf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yea, Rules Girls can't do scrubs... we just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok... So then after I heard No Scrubs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Destiny's "Soldier"... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which has some un-PG content&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that we won't discuss here&lt;/span&gt;, but let's focus on the PG content that expresses how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we want the opposite of a scrub&lt;/span&gt;. Lyrics:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They wanna take care of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know some soldiers in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wouldn't mind takin one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know some soldiers in here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They wanna spend that on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, RIGHT!??!!? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RG's want a soldja... not a scrub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wait for your soldja, even though you might be singing "where they at? where they at?" for a while before you find one.&lt;br /&gt;Hold out.&lt;br /&gt;No Scrubs for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scholarly way of saying, let's analyze this, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-9177237405735672148?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/9177237405735672148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/radio-blogged-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/9177237405735672148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/9177237405735672148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/radio-blogged-for-me.html' title='The radio blogged for me'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/Av7m_Pgt1S8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4561295968384853413</id><published>2011-03-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:46:45.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry I've been neglecting you, my most dedicated readers, but things are just nuts lately! As such, this will just be short and sweet... and I've said it before, but here it goes again:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes looking back into the past and going through old photos and good times can put you in a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do about it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go make a new memory. Have a good time... TODAY, right now... this instant! Instead of allowing yourself to miss old times and peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; today&lt;/span&gt;, the good ole times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Make Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was that a kodak commercial, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4561295968384853413?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4561295968384853413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/make-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4561295968384853413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4561295968384853413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/make-memories.html' title='Make Memories'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2801643990221221284</id><published>2011-03-23T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:31:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNNpP0MBqJg/TYoe_zJvGaI/AAAAAAAADY4/tcrDfntz4Yk/s1600/equestrian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNNpP0MBqJg/TYoe_zJvGaI/AAAAAAAADY4/tcrDfntz4Yk/s200/equestrian1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587312369118157218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Elizabeth Taylor was a Rules Girl or not, but I sure am glad she starred in the girl power movies that she did! For example, National Velvet... ohhhhhhh one of my FAVORITE movies of all TIME! As a kid, I was OBSESSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A. because it was about horses&lt;/span&gt; - I was obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B. because in the movie Elizabeth Taylor dresses up like a boy&lt;/span&gt; to race in horse races because at the time there were not any female jockey's - GO GIRL! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FULFILL THOSE DREAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about Cleopatra and Little Women!?!? GIRL POWER! haha ok, I know girl power is like so Spice Girls, but it still applies to 2011.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjv40bnha9c/TYogKj4RViI/AAAAAAAADZA/oI_jieyXxZM/s1600/elizabeth-taylor-as-cleopatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjv40bnha9c/TYogKj4RViI/AAAAAAAADZA/oI_jieyXxZM/s200/elizabeth-taylor-as-cleopatra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587313653508560418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkO3XujlKao/TYogXkNvy6I/AAAAAAAADZI/RbYKE1dOlUo/s1600/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkO3XujlKao/TYogXkNvy6I/AAAAAAAADZI/RbYKE1dOlUo/s200/taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587313876936936354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that woman that fulfills her dreams and beats all odds.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Ms Taylor, thanks for standing up for what a woman should be... or at least playing the characters &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in some movies)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2801643990221221284?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2801643990221221284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2801643990221221284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2801643990221221284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/elizabeth-taylor.html' title='Elizabeth Taylor'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-tNNpP0MBqJg/TYoe_zJvGaI/AAAAAAAADY4/tcrDfntz4Yk/s72-c/equestrian1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-448223922144850141</id><published>2011-03-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:42:14.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you have gone on a few dates with a guy, or even one... and HE pays... are you expected to "put out"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(disclaimer: the meaning of "put out" can mean a variety of things depending on your view of dating and sex, in this context to keep the blog PG rated, we will consider it kissing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research has been done on First Date Sexual Expectations. Research among college students shows (Emmers-Sommer, 2010) that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when a man pays for dinner and a movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT388rb5MwE/TYkICjQsX7I/AAAAAAAADYo/VBTrtI1itdU/s1600/dinner-date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT388rb5MwE/TYkICjQsX7I/AAAAAAAADYo/VBTrtI1itdU/s200/dinner-date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587005652647829426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the man generally has sexual expectations, and the woman an understanding of general social expectations (whether she agrees with it or not). Research also shows that even if a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOMAN pays for dinner and a movie, &lt;/span&gt;that the man&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; still &lt;/span&gt;generally has sexual expectations because he thinks, "Heck, she liked me this much, of course she wants me."  Before you think all men are pigs, the reason this is generally too could be for a couple reasons. First, women... are you "putting out" to make their expectations generally accurate, AND remember, men think of sex more and differently than women do &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this was not stated in the Emmers-Sommer research, strictly RG)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yea, and one last thing. The same research study showed that men especially have sexual expectations if a woman goes to their home on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research shows that if the bill is split &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50/50 women finally aren't expected to give anything physical in return&lt;/span&gt;... Research indicates that GENERALLY when a couple &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;splits the tab men see the relationship as "just friends" &lt;/span&gt;but women think they might possibly be in the running for at least a little smoochy pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The reason I bring this up... is ladies, don't let general research, or social and perceived "expectations" guide your behavior. &lt;/span&gt;If you don't want to kiss the guy, don't kiss him. You should not feel that just because he bought you dinner that you are EXPECTED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;based on some set of social guidelines&lt;/span&gt; to thank him with your body. If you don't want to, don't. However, be aware of these expectations so that you are not leading a guy on or giving him the wrong impression.&lt;br /&gt;Be both aware and confident in your dating endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give in, just because you feel pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gdw281FK8E/TYkH_8vhKrI/AAAAAAAADYg/55L1BdB7FRU/s1600/pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gdw281FK8E/TYkH_8vhKrI/AAAAAAAADYg/55L1BdB7FRU/s200/pressure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587005607948397234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Pressure: It can turn a lump of coal to a flawless diamond OR an average person into a perfect Basket-case."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF someone sings you this song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vWz9VN40nCA" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That doesn't mean you have to dance with them to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Research: Emmers-Sommer "First Date Expectations" 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-448223922144850141?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/448223922144850141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/physical-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/448223922144850141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/448223922144850141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/physical-expectations.html' title='Physical Expectations'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-RT388rb5MwE/TYkICjQsX7I/AAAAAAAADYo/VBTrtI1itdU/s72-c/dinner-date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-5663609338234623566</id><published>2011-03-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:00:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You look nervous, insecure, or lame when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rFyWq3ml5I/TYOgIiuXRoI/AAAAAAAADYY/n7BOU-cTMY0/s1600/nervous-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rFyWq3ml5I/TYOgIiuXRoI/AAAAAAAADYY/n7BOU-cTMY0/s200/nervous-woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585484031490213506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some non-verbal cues that you're uncomfortable or even nervous when talking to someone. These &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; non-verbal cues often make it seem like you lack confidence or are insecure. Combat these non-verbals and be cognitively aware of what you are communicating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Do NOT touch your face or mouth while you talk.&lt;/span&gt; For example, if you're chewing or you think your breath is bad, do not cover your mouth to hide it because you're drawing MORE attention to yourself. Take smaller bites, eat some gum, or scootchy scootch back nonchalantly if your breath is bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcLd6iptWI8/TYOfwxr-HBI/AAAAAAAADYQ/vYhlU-Z5I90/s1600/eye-contact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcLd6iptWI8/TYOfwxr-HBI/AAAAAAAADYQ/vYhlU-Z5I90/s200/eye-contact.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585483623189847058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Lack of eye contact is a no no. &lt;/span&gt;We all know this, but are you implementing it. Where were you looking in that conversation? Were you looking at the floor? Their hair? Their... Wherever you were looking, it wasn't the right place. You need to maintain eye contact. Just don't give them a stare down, make sure to look away every so often so you don't seem creepy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.  Wherever your shoulders or knees are facing shows some level of interest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's just like what you learned at basketball camp when you were 10... SQUARE UP!&lt;/span&gt; Not interest as in &lt;em&gt;"I want you I need you" &lt;/em&gt;but interest in conversing with the person. So, if you want to hear more about the person, or are enjoying the person in teh slightest, try with your best ability to point your shoulders and knees toward the person. Sometimes you're sitting side-by-side or in a circle so that makes things difficult, however... try your best to be facing and concentrating on the person you are conversing with. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you DO NOT want to talk to someone, you can use these three cues to your benefit because&lt;/span&gt; IF the person is smart (has communication competence), they're get the picture, and leave you be. If not... welp, Then, you're just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When conversing remember: FOCUS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-5663609338234623566?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5663609338234623566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/you-look-nervous-insecure-or-lame-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5663609338234623566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5663609338234623566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/you-look-nervous-insecure-or-lame-when.html' title='You look nervous, insecure, or lame when...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-6rFyWq3ml5I/TYOgIiuXRoI/AAAAAAAADYY/n7BOU-cTMY0/s72-c/nervous-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6999974202479461049</id><published>2011-03-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T11:00:49.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-POST for reminding: Red Light - Green Light: A how-to on the first hand hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's important for both guys and girls to understand these cues. They're pretty much unwritten, aren't they? (Please do us all a favor, and forward to those who need the lesson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/SX1X_hUV86I/AAAAAAAABNg/ZaZ16aSKx0I/s1600-h/red+light+green+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/SX1X_hUV86I/AAAAAAAABNg/ZaZ16aSKx0I/s200/red+light+green+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295485485644641186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Light:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arms crossed or somehow extremely "unavailable" screaming "STOP! DO NOT HOLD MY HAND!". This could get confusing when you're transitioning from what I like to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend to friendlier&lt;/span&gt; or you're just... friends (wait for future post on this topic) because it's also very comfortable. hmmmm, tricky.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Utilize if you are not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow Light:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the hardest 'light'. Just as if you're debating whether or not to hit the gas and drive through the red light, you also might feel like you should stop... just to be safe. It's a gamble. Yellow light gestures include a very light crossing of the hands in the lap, slightly interlaced fingers, or the famous "twiddle". The bod can't help itself when it's nervous or anxious, it has to move (*hence why people bite nails etc).&lt;br /&gt;Men: This is a position that leaves the girl 'free' enough for her hand to be held, but not vulnerable. Many confident, but not aggressive girls (aka many Rules Girls, but not all) utilize this technique. It also means you aren't repulsive. (phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Green Light:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HELLO WORLD! I AM READY FOR A HAND HOLD! Green light consists of palms up or obviously placed on the legs ready and willing to be held.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Hold her hand or take note that it's time for you to run the other way if you're otherwise interested.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Don't be a diva and pull this move if you don't want the guy to hold your hand. It's common-girl-sense not to do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh-oh. Sweaty hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Here are the **two best techniques...&lt;br /&gt;1. Put them in your pockets and wipe it off (gross, but whatevs... we do what we gotta do)&lt;br /&gt;2. Place something cold on your wrists. If you have the tendency to be clammy, get a diet coke and place your wrists on the cold drink while watching the movie(because DUH you're probs totes watching a movie on hand-hold night, he set it up like that on purpose... if he's smart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therulesgirl@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*source: Reading People by Jo-Ellan Dimitrius&lt;br /&gt;**source: Tonya Reiman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6999974202479461049?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6999974202479461049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/01/2red-light-green-light-how-to-on-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6999974202479461049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6999974202479461049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/01/2red-light-green-light-how-to-on-first.html' title='RE-POST for reminding: Red Light - Green Light: A how-to on the first hand hold'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/SX1X_hUV86I/AAAAAAAABNg/ZaZ16aSKx0I/s72-c/red+light+green+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3942608662712104798</id><published>2011-03-10T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:40:03.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That thing you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have one of those characteristics &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you can tell someone close to you doesn't like&lt;/span&gt; about you? Or an interest that they just don't care about, and they even SHOW you non-verbally they don't want to listen or be involved with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Of course you do, we all do. I like to call it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"that thing you do"... &lt;/span&gt;yep, like the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKAcGzGEfc/TXh_j6ittwI/AAAAAAAADUI/kmo2XTIS0bg/s1600/thingyoudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fKAcGzGEfc/TXh_j6ittwI/AAAAAAAADUI/kmo2XTIS0bg/s200/thingyoudo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582351993112737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does it ever frustrate you &lt;/span&gt;that the person you are close with doesn't like a huge part of who you are? Yea, it makes sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But instead of stewing over how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't get you&lt;/span&gt;, or how you wish they liked that 'thing' about you, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or the things you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - find someone else that actually likes 'that thing you do.' &lt;em&gt;you can't MAKE people like what you like, or like you, but you can change the people? &lt;/em&gt;Now, I'm not saying getting a new love, best friend, or even mother because they don't like something about you, I'm trying to illustrate that if your lover, dad, or bff doesn't want to talk about Gossip Girl, contemporary art, or the weather... find another friend that does, to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fill that void. AND so you don't feel sorry for yourself that they don't like something about you, or that you like.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I'm saying is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;find someone who is ok with 'that thing you do,' maybe even thinks it's cute, or fun!&lt;/span&gt;Most of the time 'that thing you do,' that characteristic or interest you have, isn't necessarily a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAD thing, it's just not THEIR thing&lt;/span&gt;. (please be sure to evaluate whether it is a negative quality, or just not their thing before continuing this process)...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;This is important to do while &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;searching for a future love.&lt;/span&gt; (not that you're searching, more like weeding out)... Because you need to make sure that the big parts of you are either appreciated or listened to, or at least not non-verbally or verbally discarded, ignored, or considered unimportant or too much for them to handle. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You don't want to feel like you can't be you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And everyone has those things they do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3942608662712104798?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3942608662712104798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/that-thing-you-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3942608662712104798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3942608662712104798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That thing you do'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-7fKAcGzGEfc/TXh_j6ittwI/AAAAAAAADUI/kmo2XTIS0bg/s72-c/thingyoudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2379289805543607407</id><published>2011-03-09T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:51:51.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the crap out of 'em.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Women &lt;/span&gt;are generally more critical than men&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not ALWAYS the case - hence the general in there&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;With that said,&lt;/span&gt; we must make sure to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sing our lovers praise&lt;/span&gt; when we can. Remind them how much you love them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFTEN, &lt;/span&gt;and shower them with the much needed affection that every man needs. If you need to grab him and have a corny dance with him to the song below, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then do it. H&lt;/span&gt;e needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nCBlFBOxRKo" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been caught in the trap of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insecurities&lt;/span&gt;, fear, or that he'll think that I'm more into him than I really am and I'm sure some of you have too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, it's better for him to know how you feel, than to feel like you don't &lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/10/rules-girl-stage-theory-stages-leading.html"&gt;like, loake, or love&lt;/a&gt; him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who don't have lovers, just love hard in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2379289805543607407?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2379289805543607407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/love-crap-out-of-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2379289805543607407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2379289805543607407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/love-crap-out-of-em.html' title='Love the crap out of &apos;em.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/nCBlFBOxRKo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8152820608229491047</id><published>2011-03-07T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:25:11.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqcb5th-rs8/TXXXBmB7AHI/AAAAAAAADTY/_6Yr68i-wQE/s1600/Motocrossed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqcb5th-rs8/TXXXBmB7AHI/AAAAAAAADTY/_6Yr68i-wQE/s200/Motocrossed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581603735584047218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever seen this movie? ....&lt;p&gt;or heard this song???....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZS08tuztJwo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yessssssssssssss. Both of them make me feel&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so on top of the world.&lt;/span&gt; Well, recently I was a lil sick... but then, when you feel good again (like I do now) you feel like the world is yours to be had! That's how I hope each of us feels as a Rules Girl when it comes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to all this dating stuff&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard to not let it get to us. I mean the whole, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he likes us, he likes us not... we tried it- it didn't work, or we didn't express ourselves so duh it didn't work...ok ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or whatever the story is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it all just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gets really old and we just want &lt;strong&gt;to quit&lt;/strong&gt;, lie in bed and watch re-runs of Grey's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or... ok, insert fav here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; However, it's our job as confident and healthy relationship&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; to get back at it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And here's the best part, you shouldn't need a MAN to make you happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(they're great an all, but really hun? He'll like ya more if you're happy already...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. You shouldn't need&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; romantic love&lt;/span&gt; to feel happy. You should just BE happy. LET yourself be happy.&lt;/span&gt; Do whatever it is you need to do, to get back on top of the world. The song above might be a good starting place to begin the saga of your life in which &lt;strong&gt;you feel ON TOP OF THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;. I love this song and for those of you that grew up with the Disney Channel it used to be on my fav Disney original movie, Motocrossed (see pic above)...  yesssssss, loved it. Totes had it on VHS. It was almost as good as &lt;a href="http://www.whatmikesaw.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/3ninjas.jpg"&gt;3 ninjas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Rocky loves, Emily...Rocky loves Emily... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ok you have to see it to know what I'm talking about.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhoodlesssssss- Do what you need to do, to be on top of the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hike, swim, write a thank you, jog, dance, work, skinny dip, eat carbs, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8152820608229491047?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8152820608229491047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/on-top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8152820608229491047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8152820608229491047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/on-top-of-world.html' title='On top of the world'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-nqcb5th-rs8/TXXXBmB7AHI/AAAAAAAADTY/_6Yr68i-wQE/s72-c/Motocrossed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-224054290555982859</id><published>2011-03-04T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:10:45.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a good place right now?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T TOUCH THAT MOUSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFxPi3fgIQM/TXAsPI_KiCI/AAAAAAAADSo/4ti2uG7HHSI/s1600/mouse-mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFxPi3fgIQM/TXAsPI_KiCI/AAAAAAAADSo/4ti2uG7HHSI/s200/mouse-mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580008576934119458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stalking your ex's when you're on a *freedom high is just as bad as touching the mouse in this pic. Grossssssssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you're in a good place, &lt;/span&gt;don't ruin it by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STALKING YOUR EX's&lt;/span&gt;... DUH, bleck, yucky yuck! I know, I shouldn't have said duh because we all know it and do it anyway. STOP! have some self control... or if you don't have self control, express in some other facet of your life and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;indulge in some extra transfats.&lt;/span&gt; If you're in a good place, why go back to the old? Ew, no thanks... stay happy. You have control over your state of well-being, so keep your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;being well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're having a happy day and you're tempted to stalk your ex's... say no!!!&lt;br /&gt;No to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drugs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, not really drugs, but kinda.... Yea...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGydP0QaOgw"&gt; then again I guess love is a type of drug according to Ke$ha...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*freedom high used out of context from the book "Freedom Summer" by Doug McAdams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-224054290555982859?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/224054290555982859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/in-good-place-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/224054290555982859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/224054290555982859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/in-good-place-right-now.html' title='In a good place right now?...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-jFxPi3fgIQM/TXAsPI_KiCI/AAAAAAAADSo/4ti2uG7HHSI/s72-c/mouse-mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8930912291561283723</id><published>2011-03-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:39:00.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye flirting</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting face to face, but kitty-corner from this dude. He's not the hottest guy in the room, but at the same time he's attractive and we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are eye flirting.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, eye flirting. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What the?&lt;/span&gt; What does that mean, you ask? Well, it's stealing glances at each other here and there, mainly when they're not looking, but then sometimes they catch you and you hurry and look the other way. Pretty much we're just making each other feel all pretty inside...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How To: EYE FLIRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5y_BBhluCA/TW1qQ0l7JRI/AAAAAAAADSI/r5HZM5ze6CM/s1600/eye-color-changed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5y_BBhluCA/TW1qQ0l7JRI/AAAAAAAADSI/r5HZM5ze6CM/s200/eye-color-changed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232350610072850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. NOOOOO too intense. You're not a vampire. Pipe down.&lt;br /&gt;Be approachable, but not available.  Steal the glance, but make sure to look away.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3V1A35UPtU/TW1r6n8HhcI/AAAAAAAADSQ/2pTJN2g_5iM/s1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3V1A35UPtU/TW1r6n8HhcI/AAAAAAAADSQ/2pTJN2g_5iM/s200/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579234168279631298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's forgetting to look away and now it just looks creepy stalkery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PColIfP6V3U/TW1sHLXbNKI/AAAAAAAADSY/ovSl86RS2Yc/s1600/yep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PColIfP6V3U/TW1sHLXbNKI/AAAAAAAADSY/ovSl86RS2Yc/s200/yep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579234383947838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh yeah. There ya go. The sucker just makes it all that much better... yep, grab a sucker, uh oh you started smacking and sloshing, ok throw away the sucker. Anyway, she's got it. You can tell she's stealing a glance from behind her hair, but she's about to look back. She's the winner. Eye flirt like her.&lt;br /&gt;The eye flirt is a good way to get things started if YOU are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feelin' like it... or feelin' IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean even eHow our trusty friend (yea, I've never heard of it either til now) says the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4740366_flirt-eye-contact.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Your eyes can reveal much about you. They can reveal your likes and  dislikes, your mood and when you are receptive to another person's  attention. Flirting with your eyes is a special way to let others know  that you are interested in them. You can open the lines of communication  without saying a word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The eyes are the window to the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baha. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So... moral of the story. Why eye flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's flirting and doesn't have to have a follow up (up tot he imagination) and sometimes that's good for the dating soul.&lt;br /&gt;;) &lt;--- from me to you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;getcha getcha getcha Get yer &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt; flirt on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8930912291561283723?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8930912291561283723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/eye-flirting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8930912291561283723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8930912291561283723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/eye-flirting.html' title='Eye flirting'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-J5y_BBhluCA/TW1qQ0l7JRI/AAAAAAAADSI/r5HZM5ze6CM/s72-c/eye-color-changed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1207705733941498198</id><published>2011-03-01T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:21:00.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever feel like someone could &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;knock you over if they blew hard enough&lt;/span&gt; in your direction? Ever felt fragile, like you know the smallest thing is about to set you off any minute? I know I preach that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girls are confident and tough as nails, but I have to remind you that it's healthy to let your emotions show&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes you've got to let it out whether it be through crying, talking, running, painting, or singing. Whatever it is you need to do... take the time to do it, because you're about to burst, break, or go up in flames and that will NOT be pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop being so strong all the time and just break down.&lt;/span&gt; Have that good break down you need and get back on your feet. It's healthy, and healthy is the Rules Girl way.... that's right... just dust yourself off and try again. &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6qOnInTJsos" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know fragile and strength seem completely opposite, but welcome to the world of women. We have our ups and we have our downs. It's ok to feel a little fragile sometimes as a girl... it's our prerogative... it actually shows how strong you are that you allow yourself a healthy feeler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then get up and do it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1207705733941498198?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1207705733941498198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/fragile-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1207705733941498198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1207705733941498198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/03/fragile-strength.html' title='Fragile Strength'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/6qOnInTJsos/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1189365692787251467</id><published>2011-02-28T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:23:32.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are relationships always so good in the beginning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes you ask yourself, how come relationships are so good in the beginning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DdnGayzuE8/TWvZRMDy8qI/AAAAAAAADR4/esTwNxp0_e8/s1600/The%252BStarting%252BLine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DdnGayzuE8/TWvZRMDy8qI/AAAAAAAADR4/esTwNxp0_e8/s200/The%252BStarting%252BLine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578791452746642082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These guys know what it's like to be at the beginning of something. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(If you don't get it, they are the band "The Starting Line").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new relationship probably feels more care free for myriad of reasons including :the last one didn't end well and your heart hurt... so this attention feels real nice. However, the biggest reason why your new relationship is feeling so fine and dandy, care free, liberating, and invigorating... is because you haven't quite reached a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certain level of intimacy yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Intimacy does not just mean sex. It's any high level of emotional involvement.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research on interpersonal relationships explains that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"As intimacy increases, so does conflict."&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;This means that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the more intimate, close, interdependent you become with someone, the more conflict you wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;l have in your relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't forget, conflict isn't necessarily a BAD thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean just think about it. In the beginning you aren't as aware of their history, their ex's, the way they spend their money, how they spend their time, and their ideological leaning. There isn't as much history between you and them either, you haven't had enough intimate experience together to get to the big conflict part yet. Once you have a joint bank account, your interdependence and intimacy is clearly on a different level. There is more likely conflict to be had on the subject of finances, right? Of course right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So if you're in dream land, just be aware&lt;/span&gt; that eventually reality will strike and you'll realize, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no relationship is perfect&lt;/span&gt; or free of conflict. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVEZGY8Ji7M/TWvY7C9QxkI/AAAAAAAADRw/EHfzMUJzWaM/s1600/starting-line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JVEZGY8Ji7M/TWvY7C9QxkI/AAAAAAAADRw/EHfzMUJzWaM/s200/starting-line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578791072346195522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're just at the starting line. Now, I'm not sure what race you're running... 100 meter dash, hurdles, or the cross country endurance run, but you've got a lot of running and conflict to go until you reach some sort of finish line.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suggesting that you can't enjoy a relationship or that it isn't  AWESOME to be in one, just a little heads up to you idealistic newbies,  they're all hard... conflict is inescapable, and is not always a BAD  thing, for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it is the only way to produce wanted and needed change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Huston 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1189365692787251467?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1189365692787251467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/how-come-relationships-are-always-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1189365692787251467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1189365692787251467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/how-come-relationships-are-always-so.html' title='Why are relationships always so good in the beginning?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-6DdnGayzuE8/TWvZRMDy8qI/AAAAAAAADR4/esTwNxp0_e8/s72-c/The%252BStarting%252BLine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-929323592818923583</id><published>2011-02-25T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:34:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule #.00001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girls are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CONFIDENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk confident and act like we LOVE ourselves, even if sometimes we have "one of those days." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are not egotistical&lt;/span&gt; thinkin' we can do what we want and get who we want... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but we do&lt;/span&gt; walk tall and proud. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are beautiful and lovable &lt;/span&gt;because we work and dream hard. If you're having "one of those days" where you just don't feel like the pretty girl you are... give a listen to Keri Hilson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HtXOVKNazYU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO THE PRETTY GIRL &lt;/span&gt;(especially because she's a 20's flapper and that's totes my decade)&lt;br /&gt;YOU... are a 10.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-929323592818923583?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/929323592818923583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/rule-00001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/929323592818923583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/929323592818923583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/rule-00001.html' title='Rule #.00001'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/HtXOVKNazYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2853836162756683024</id><published>2011-02-23T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:21:00.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary... is this more than a crush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does it scare you to think this thing you have might be more than a little crush? What do you do? Back away, go forward, stand still? Are you spinning? Going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SCca1cOqnpo" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First step: &lt;/span&gt;calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Second step:&lt;/span&gt; take a step back and ask, is it more than a crush for them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Third step: &lt;/span&gt;decide whether you want to bring it up or not, is it worth ruining what you have? Should you just wait it out for a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules Girl can't tell you what to do beyond that, it's up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Feel.&lt;br /&gt;Act.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2853836162756683024?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2853836162756683024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/scary-is-this-more-than-crush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2853836162756683024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2853836162756683024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/scary-is-this-more-than-crush.html' title='scary... is this more than a crush?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/SCca1cOqnpo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3397205058204678428</id><published>2011-02-22T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:35:23.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want from me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been THAT girl? Have you  ever been the subject of the song below? The one that calls, and can't let  go? Rules Girls recognize their massive mistakes and try to be rid of their old and awful  ways. We all have growing to do and the first step is recognizing you  are or were THAT girl. Not sure? Ask yourself if you are doing this  to someone (calling, texting, still talking when it's over)...Are they  hurting, because of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Song lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you call me today with nothing new to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You pretend it's just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you tryin' to bring back the tears or just the memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When we hang up it's almost like I'm losing you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I get so tired of living like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't have the time, neither do my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To stay up at night, to pull me through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And to find the things to keep my mind off of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pcvBIME4eLY" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;would never want to have them hurt because of you&lt;/span&gt;, so do what you gotta do. And if you were the one doing it and feel awful now, take this time to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grow and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and never put someone through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3397205058204678428?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3397205058204678428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/what-do-you-want-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3397205058204678428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3397205058204678428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What do you want from me?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/pcvBIME4eLY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6961650917738098932</id><published>2011-02-21T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:57:05.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being pathetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stop being pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You know&lt;/span&gt; it's time, but still you keep hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;But ... it's clear he doesn't want you and that he's moved on... or that he just is NO GOOD for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just trying to be the friend who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; too nice to say it, and help make that little voice inside your head more like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; surround sound&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I love surround sound. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4bZbvthWWo/TWKZOo4Dd8I/AAAAAAAADRo/PseOhv_befA/s1600/surround-sound-hook-up.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4bZbvthWWo/TWKZOo4Dd8I/AAAAAAAADRo/PseOhv_befA/s200/surround-sound-hook-up.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576187765407840194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It makes everything sound so much clear, and REAL. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM BEING REAL HERE!&lt;/span&gt; Stop being pathetic and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;move along&lt;/span&gt;. Love your life for what it is. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You have it in you, &lt;/span&gt;and YES another one WILL come along just like mama told you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though that's the last thing you want to hear right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6961650917738098932?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6961650917738098932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/stop-being-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6961650917738098932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6961650917738098932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/stop-being-pathetic.html' title='Stop being pathetic.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-u4bZbvthWWo/TWKZOo4Dd8I/AAAAAAAADRo/PseOhv_befA/s72-c/surround-sound-hook-up.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2041390379245977198</id><published>2011-02-18T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:57:53.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't just blah..... blah...... blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM245daa-pk/TVXf-sFxY8I/AAAAAAAADRY/Ca_NNMBzqhg/s1600/talk2much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM245daa-pk/TVXf-sFxY8I/AAAAAAAADRY/Ca_NNMBzqhg/s200/talk2much.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572606382021108674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blah barf&lt;/span&gt; all over your man all the time. It's ok when you're excited to tell him good news, bad news, new news, or haven't seen humankind in a while to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;talk a lot&lt;/span&gt;. But sometimes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the talky talk is too much&lt;/span&gt; for the poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just blah barf all over your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke$ha knows all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KMuHlYZYkEQ" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;and Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2041390379245977198?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2041390379245977198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/dont-just-blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2041390379245977198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2041390379245977198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/dont-just-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Don&apos;t just blah..... blah...... blah'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-KM245daa-pk/TVXf-sFxY8I/AAAAAAAADRY/Ca_NNMBzqhg/s72-c/talk2much.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6237840656707770042</id><published>2011-02-17T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:20:00.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls need Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72QlhQO5VjY/TVXhgBCYNoI/AAAAAAAADRg/jZzDE_LhGlI/s1600/girl%2Btalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-72QlhQO5VjY/TVXhgBCYNoI/AAAAAAAADRg/jZzDE_LhGlI/s200/girl%2Btalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572608054091331202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls need their Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that if you're in a relationship... or even if you're not, to have some girlfriends. For example, if you just feel the need to gossip. You're man probs doesn't care about Holly's awful new doo or how she got a fungus getting her mani. I'm not sayin' going out on the town every night... just have some space. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll probs like you a little more if you're not there as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baha. jkjkjkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some girl friends. Have some girl talk. Squeal n'stuff. It's good for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6237840656707770042?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6237840656707770042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/girls-need-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6237840656707770042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6237840656707770042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/girls-need-girls.html' title='Girls need Girls'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-72QlhQO5VjY/TVXhgBCYNoI/AAAAAAAADRg/jZzDE_LhGlI/s72-c/girl%2Btalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-2965361019470571949</id><published>2011-02-15T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:57:00.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be an RG on the FB like... like... omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYSsx2ehUZM/TVXcpIZWJMI/AAAAAAAADRA/izXx6zoUlxQ/s1600/facebook-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYSsx2ehUZM/TVXcpIZWJMI/AAAAAAAADRA/izXx6zoUlxQ/s200/facebook-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572602713127396546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him add you. If you only like him as a friend, go ahead...add him. But if you're looking for romance, don't look over eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again, let them initiate the conversation. Just don't forget to facilitate the opportunity. Post something in your status you think they would respond to, or if they write on your wall, make sure you write back. But don't be eager beaver and respond 2 seconds later. Don't forget... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girls have lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't respond too fast, but leave them completely hangin'. Again, you have a life.&lt;br /&gt;Photos: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't post and tag every photo of you two together&lt;/span&gt; that you've ever taken. Maybe tag one of a few and let them tag themselves. Also, don't post pics that make it look like you're together when you're not sure if you are... When you post too many pics you may make it look like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;you like him more than you do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;B. &lt;/span&gt;making him think you're eager or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desperate.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;--Rules Girls are NOT DESPERATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget. Keep fb contact &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whitty &lt;/span&gt;and make it look like you're smart, happy, and have a life. Keep the TMI to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo n'stuff&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old posts that incorporate how to be an RG on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/05/dear-rules-girl-facebook-flirting-with.html"&gt;Facebook flirting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/02/facilitation-and-exposure.html"&gt;Facilitation and Exposure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2965361019470571949?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2965361019470571949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/how-to-be-rg-on-fb-like-like-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2965361019470571949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2965361019470571949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/how-to-be-rg-on-fb-like-like-omg.html' title='How to be an RG on the FB like... like... omg'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-rYSsx2ehUZM/TVXcpIZWJMI/AAAAAAAADRA/izXx6zoUlxQ/s72-c/facebook-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8748500524344311909</id><published>2011-02-14T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:06:00.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody call the Waaaaaaaaaaaammmmmbulance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SS05TcwTxoM/TVXefWVFEeI/AAAAAAAADRI/toz0TstSXtA/s1600/waaaa-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SS05TcwTxoM/TVXefWVFEeI/AAAAAAAADRI/toz0TstSXtA/s200/waaaa-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572604744092160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop crying about not having someone for Valent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ines Day. Just because you're single doesn't mean you're a spam single classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOCt-rZM-nM/TVXewzXim4I/AAAAAAAADRQ/Boyb9IAA4FE/s1600/spamSingle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOCt-rZM-nM/TVXewzXim4I/AAAAAAAADRQ/Boyb9IAA4FE/s200/spamSingle.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572605043944889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're getting on my nerves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all you have dreams. Go out and live them. He'll come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't be all anti-V-day hater because you don't have a lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being bitter gives you wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;like... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No desperadoes here. Just happy campers.&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad, go love someone that needs loving more than you. There always is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this ti a HAPPY Valentines Day!!&lt;br /&gt;hearts and x's and lots of o's,&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8748500524344311909?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8748500524344311909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/somebody-call-waaaaaaaaaaaammmmmbulance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8748500524344311909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8748500524344311909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/somebody-call-waaaaaaaaaaaammmmmbulance.html' title='Somebody call the Waaaaaaaaaaaammmmmbulance.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-SS05TcwTxoM/TVXefWVFEeI/AAAAAAAADRI/toz0TstSXtA/s72-c/waaaa-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-5289242906478412971</id><published>2011-02-10T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:49:00.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/xoxoRulesGirl"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/xoxoRulesGirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girls a TWEETIN'!&lt;br /&gt;chirpity tweeterson&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter and let me know if you want ME to follow YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-5289242906478412971?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5289242906478412971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/tweet-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5289242906478412971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5289242906478412971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/tweet-this.html' title='Tweet THIS'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-6023265372313283392</id><published>2011-02-10T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:11:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Love Style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just took an scholarly-academic measure* indicating my love style. Yes, there is an official test unfortunately I don't have the measure for you to take, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but here are the different love styles.&lt;/span&gt; You can be a mixture, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;usually you are 1-3 dominantly&lt;/span&gt;. For example, I am Eros, Pragma, Agape.... What are YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;EROS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The other person's beauty is of utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;- Positive physical chemistry is a must have.&lt;br /&gt;- Puts physical over psychological (looks over emotional/mental connection)&lt;br /&gt;- Accelerates quickly (falls hard, crashes hard)&lt;br /&gt;- When physical imperfections set in, they move on to someone else. Or when someone MORE attractive shows interest, they move on.&lt;br /&gt;- Often feel unfulfilled relationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUDUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fun and excitement are critical to their relationships&lt;br /&gt;- game playing&lt;br /&gt;- when fund ends, so does the relationship&lt;br /&gt;- "I just wanna have fun"&lt;br /&gt;- fidelity is not as important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;STORGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- start as friends (friendship first then it developed to romantic)&lt;br /&gt;- not a lustful/passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;- not plagued by sexual issues/not the focus&lt;br /&gt;- not big on "love things" such as anniversaries or milestones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PRAGMA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- practical and traditional&lt;br /&gt;- focus on roles and cultural influence&lt;br /&gt;- interested in how the person will fit in with their family, future, friends and career.&lt;br /&gt;- Asks, "will they be a good spouse?" "good father?"&lt;br /&gt;- Careful decision making relationship-er.&lt;br /&gt;- rarely break up once fully committed/married.&lt;br /&gt;- love is practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when things are good, they're real good. but when they're bad... they're real bad.&lt;br /&gt;- elation/depression&lt;br /&gt;- peaks and pitfalls&lt;br /&gt;- loves intensely&lt;br /&gt;- fears losing mate&lt;br /&gt;-insecure&lt;br /&gt;- break up and get back together over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAPE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- selfless&lt;br /&gt;- you're happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;- loves people.&lt;br /&gt;- spiritual&lt;br /&gt;- generous and compassionate&lt;br /&gt;- does not expect things in return (ex: if you tell someone you love them, you don't expect them to say it back, you said it because you like to express yourself etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can see how some Love Style&lt;/span&gt;s are more likely to date/marry other love styles... Sometimes one of your love styles takes over the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay Tuned! The next post will be in answer to a letter about "how to be a Rules Girl, on Facebook"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*John Lee and Hendrick &amp;amp; Hendrick (Texas Tech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6023265372313283392?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6023265372313283392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/whats-your-love-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6023265372313283392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6023265372313283392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/whats-your-love-style.html' title='What&apos;s your Love Style?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-834018625408908592</id><published>2011-02-06T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:29:34.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He wasn't real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you fell in love with someone that wasn't real? You touched him and he was no floating &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Devan Sawa&lt;/span&gt;, but the actual &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Caspery ghost guy&lt;/span&gt;. You look back and realize the person you were in love with wasn't really them at all. They were not real, and what you thought they were is cold and see through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ovl7e81WPe4" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They might be real for a brief second &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and yes Casper you can keep me). &lt;/span&gt;This happens to us sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes we think we know someone, but then we look back and realize one of two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; They were playing us. Not in the cheating sense, but in the sense that they were acting, or putting on a show to get us, and now they seem worlds different than they were, mainly because they're free to be themselves now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;We were living in a dream world. We thought they were different or more than they actually are, simply because we wanted them to be. We wanted it to work or worse yet, we loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a mixture of the above. They were giving you what you wanted,  because they wanted you for a hot second, AND you were so caught up in  the moment that you went with it. Whatever it was, they aren't who we thought they were, and it's a devastating and scary feeling to realize you were either &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tricked, or tricked yourself&lt;/span&gt;. However, Rules Girls... be grateful you know. Just goes to show you should always go with your gut whether you know why you're doing it or not. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with someone REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-834018625408908592?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/834018625408908592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/hes-was-not-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/834018625408908592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/834018625408908592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/hes-was-not-real.html' title='He wasn&apos;t real...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/ovl7e81WPe4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-7065371799061644290</id><published>2011-02-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:51:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict is not spelled "B-A-D"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;What's your perception of conflict? Of confrontation? Good? Bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, Conflict is not BAD.&lt;/span&gt; Conflict can be either &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;constructive&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;destructive&lt;/span&gt;, all depending on how you deal with it. So, don't cower away from your lover if they bring up something that bothers them or that concerns them about the relationship. It's better to address it, for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;number 1&lt;/span&gt; reason for divorce is because of AVOIDANCE. Not addressing or acknowledging a problem because you are afraid of conflict, leads to the end of relationships. This includes, being passive aggressive or the dreadful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SILENT TREATMENT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Buck up buttercup &lt;/span&gt;and start recognizing that conflict is inevitable and the more you recognize how it can actually be helpful to you, the better your relationships and life will be.  Now, there is much to be said about conflict, especially about relational conflict. However, what I thought might be helpful for you is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to better understand what types of conflict STYLES exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is yours?&lt;/span&gt; Honestly acknowledge your type of conflict style so that you can improve if necessary.  Now remember, you might vary from situation from situation, but your style is how you most often handle conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Competing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; highly assertive, low cooperation, goal is to "win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoiding -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; low assertiveness, low cooperation, goal is to "delay" and hope it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Compromising -&lt;/span&gt; moderate assertiveness, moderate cooperativeness, goals is to find "middle ground"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Collaborating -&lt;/span&gt; high assertiveness, high cooperation, goal: win-win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accommodating -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; low assertiveness, high cooperativeness, goal is to yield (let the other person address the issue and lead the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, according to conflict management scholars*, the optimal conflict style is collaborative. To strive for a win-win, and to be highly assertive in initiating issues, and highly cooperative when someone else does.   Unfortunately we were never taught conflict management skills in kindergarten when it probably would have been useful. Now is the time... now is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Wilmot, Culpach, Canary, Spitzberg, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-7065371799061644290?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/7065371799061644290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/conflict-is-not-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7065371799061644290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/7065371799061644290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/02/conflict-is-not-bad.html' title='Conflict is not spelled &quot;B-A-D&quot;'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1285855219025629125</id><published>2011-01-26T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:33:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As women, we are more emotional (for the most part) than men, as such it is imperative that we are not only emotional... but emotionally intelligent. What is emotional intelligence? It is "the capacity for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recognizing our own feelings and those of others&lt;/span&gt;, for motivating ourselves, and for managing emotions well in ourselves an din our relationships."* We all want that, right? So, the first step in becoming emotionally intelligent is knowing what characteristics comprise emotional intelligence. So here's the list, go through it and see what are your strengths and weaknesses to help yourself know how to improve. Maybe sit down with your girlfriends and talk about it, it would probably give you some good laughs and some insight. But first, you need to know that you have to master them in a progressive order. So if you want to improve your emotional intelligence start with one, and work your way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Awareness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Emotional self-awareness&lt;br /&gt;2. Accurate self-assessment&lt;br /&gt;3. self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-Management:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Self-control&lt;br /&gt;5. Trustworthiness&lt;br /&gt;6. Conscientiousness&lt;br /&gt;7. Adaptability&lt;br /&gt;8. Achievement orientation&lt;br /&gt;9. Intiative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Empathy&lt;br /&gt;11. Organizational awareness&lt;br /&gt;12. Service orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Developing others&lt;br /&gt;14. Leadership&lt;br /&gt;15. Influence&lt;br /&gt;16. Communication&lt;br /&gt;17.Change-catalyst&lt;br /&gt;18. conflict management&lt;br /&gt;19. building bonds&lt;br /&gt;20. teamwork and collaboration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To develop these characteristics... hints are given here: &lt;a href="http://eqi.org/summary.htm"&gt;http://eqi.org/summary.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*D. Goleman "Emotional Intelligence," 1995.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1285855219025629125?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1285855219025629125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/emotional-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1285855219025629125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1285855219025629125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/emotional-intelligence.html' title='Emotional Intelligence'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-3227296518107150033</id><published>2011-01-24T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:39:00.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know how comfortable you are in a relationship?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How do you know you're comfortable in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt; Nope, it's not necessarily when you can just sit in silence and not have to say anything without it feeling awkward.... Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It all comes down to...&lt;/span&gt; (drum roll please- badaddaddrrrdddd &lt;--attempt at typing a drum roll)...&lt;br /&gt;Yep... it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ONIONS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTvOYEOiLWI/AAAAAAAADQw/zcUxhYNNaWw/s1600/yellow_onion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTvOYEOiLWI/AAAAAAAADQw/zcUxhYNNaWw/s200/yellow_onion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565268677393263970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, onions I say! I mean think about it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're sitting in your favorite restaurant of choice and they ask, "Do you want onions on that?&lt;/span&gt;" And you think to yourself... what am I doing tonight? Well, it's my first date with this hottie tonight so you respond, "No thanks!" because you'd rather have fresh breath and make a great impression than be stinky mcgee. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Plus, sometimes even after you brush they just linger! those stinkers&lt;/span&gt; (pun intended, ba boom ching). However, if you have been dating a dude for a year you would probably be all about the onions! You just know you'll give yourself an extra brush or two before blowing in the poor guys face or giving him a nice big smooch. But really, it's a great indicator that you're comfortable in the relationship and with the guy if you're willing to go with the onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And being single is even better... onions all the time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crunch crunch, love them onions.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3227296518107150033?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3227296518107150033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/how-do-you-know-how-comfortable-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3227296518107150033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3227296518107150033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/how-do-you-know-how-comfortable-you-are.html' title='How do you know how comfortable you are in a relationship?...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTvOYEOiLWI/AAAAAAAADQw/zcUxhYNNaWw/s72-c/yellow_onion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1065459961048703859</id><published>2011-01-21T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:19:21.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tab, something much bigger than just money- LETTER TIME!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi Rules Girl,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy your blog. You seem to have this rules thing  down, I have a question/problem I hope you can answer. I have just  started dating again after divorce and am new to the rules. I cannot,  CANNOT, let a guy pay for me on a date without making an offer to split  the bill. I understand the reasoning behind this, but somehow it feels  instinctively wrong to me for some reason. Deep down, I think I'm afraid  he will feel taken advantage of. I have tried to just smile sweetly,  but I swear I get an anxiety attack when the check comes, and I am  unable to keep my mouth shut. I went out for coffee with a guy and I  think it put him off that I ordered and paid for my own coffee. What is  wrong with me and how do I train myself to not do this?&lt;br /&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;nks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Girl Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Rules Girl! First of all, part of becoming a Rules Girl and trying to become more secure, confident and better relationship-er is letting go of the parts of the "old you," you know probably weren't the best for you in the past. This is a hard thing to do with something even as minute as not paying for the bill, but this is going to be your first step. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe sit and think about why it is that you have issues with paying for the bill? &lt;/span&gt;Maybe in your past marriage there were money issues, or you have insecurities with allowing someone to be your provider, protector, or even trusting them. Allowing a guy to pay for your food, meal, or coffee is a symbol of something more than them paying for you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guys have an instinct to be manly, provide, and protect their women. They WANT to do this for you. &lt;/span&gt;I promise. And if they don't, they aren't keepers. Yes, that's a pretty hasty generalization but that's because of what paying for the first date symbolizes for a man. It's the first sign of you being able to trust them. Trust that they can provide for you and protect you. LET THEM be a man, stroke their ego a little bit and allow them to pay. Don't forget to thank them more than just one weak "thanks" (blush) though. Make sure they know you appreciated it and talk up the food or say how much you love coffee. You can do it 'L,' just let yourself. Look at it as if you are overcoming a whole separate issue and allowing yourself to BE YOU, a woman that is respected and beautiful, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worthy of being taken out!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You noticed that the guy was a little put off by this, that's because it's a sign that you wanted to be taken out and go out with the guy, so if you actually like the dude, let him pay. &lt;/span&gt;If not, then give him the "I just want to be friends" symbol by paying for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Just fyi, splitting the tab is something you do  later in the relationship, probably around the 3rd date, or on the 2nd offer to pay for the tip or dessert. Good luck girl, we're all cheering for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1065459961048703859?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1065459961048703859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/becoming-rules-girl-letter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1065459961048703859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1065459961048703859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/becoming-rules-girl-letter-time.html' title='The Tab, something much bigger than just money- LETTER TIME!!!!!!!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-2645742996652504502</id><published>2011-01-18T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:01:29.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sense Crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, he's freaking spilt perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/seXH9zr9LPc" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No use crying over spilled perfume. I mean, who cries over their perfume spilling? &lt;/span&gt;Nobody sane or emotionally stable, that's for sure... so yeah, this complete butt-munch guy... he's that perfume. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah, you thought you loved him, liked him, &lt;a href="http://www.therulesgirl.com/2009/10/rules-girl-stage-theory-stages-leading.html"&gt;"loaked"&lt;/a&gt; him, was cute, whatever...&lt;/span&gt; but he really is just that perfume. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wanna know why? &lt;/span&gt;Because that scent is sooooo four years ago. It doesn't even smell good on you, never really did, but it was the "cool scent" at the time and so you wore it cuz Victoria (she's full of secrets, like that you don't smell good with that scent) told you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, at least now you know you didn't spill one worth having I guess. Then again, you knew it all along, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but didn't listen to your inner sensory girlz &lt;/span&gt;inside of you. Anyway... back to the whole crying over spilled perfume thing and how dumb that is... Just like fish, there are a lot of other perfumes in the sea. Yeah, you thought that perfume was  "one of the best ones" you could find...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; but think about it&lt;/span&gt;... you haven't even been to so many perfume shops. I mean, more than just Sephora and Ulta exist ya know. They sell perfume all over, in all sorts of nooks and crannies. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTaKR1E0qqI/AAAAAAAADQo/UQyJtPiF9iw/s1600/perfume-bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTaKR1E0qqI/AAAAAAAADQo/UQyJtPiF9iw/s200/perfume-bottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563786428572543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---See, here's some! You'll probably end up finding it when/where you're least expecting it anyway. Like you take a fabulous trip to NYC, just for you and then viola! There it is... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where you'd least expect it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHINATOWN&lt;/span&gt; (psha, awesome!) and it only costs 15 bucks (haggled of course).&lt;br /&gt;Yep, see. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No use crying over spilled perfume cuz he was really stinky anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-2645742996652504502?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/2645742996652504502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/no-sense-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2645742996652504502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/2645742996652504502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/no-sense-crying.html' title='No Sense Crying...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://img.youtube.com/vi/seXH9zr9LPc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8585214073524418266</id><published>2011-01-18T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:39:17.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Rules Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTaB3-cBnpI/AAAAAAAADQg/SmcQMGYDCps/s1600/Happy-2nd-Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTaB3-cBnpI/AAAAAAAADQg/SmcQMGYDCps/s200/Happy-2nd-Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563777188316159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl turned TWO On Jan 6th, and I can't believe we forgot to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RULES GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;RG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird to tell yourself happy birthday...that's probably why some people refuse to throw themselves parties... eh, I'm gonna go throw some confetti around anyway... maybe even hit a pinata, and I'm definitely going to eat some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8585214073524418266?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8585214073524418266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/happy-belated-birthday-rules-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8585214073524418266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8585214073524418266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/happy-belated-birthday-rules-girl.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Rules Girl!!!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TTaB3-cBnpI/AAAAAAAADQg/SmcQMGYDCps/s72-c/Happy-2nd-Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1499443230417475499</id><published>2011-01-11T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:38:55.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish he was your boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y40TsOIpuEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y40TsOIpuEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish he was your boyfriend, but he's just a friend? Maybe they aren't even a friend. Welp, hard place to be.... but guess what...you need to stop singin this song to yourself cuz you aren't being Rules Girlsy. You'vve got to decide to get over it if you know it won't go anywhere, and carry on. Don't dwell on it too long or it will make you emo-nutso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1499443230417475499?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1499443230417475499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/wish-he-was-yoru-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1499443230417475499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1499443230417475499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/wish-he-was-yoru-boyfriend.html' title='Wish he was your boyfriend?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-600839479160941580</id><published>2011-01-10T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:19:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling sad you're single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jason Derulo says, love not only makes you blind... but being solo makes you feel like your heads in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ESdn0MuJWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ESdn0MuJWQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship are like ... ok &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are &lt;/span&gt;life. They are critical and crucial to our growth and emotional health. However, romantic relationships are not the only type of relationship to be had. Being single ("solo") is NOT the end of the world, you still have so many wonderful people in your life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love THEM. Focus on THEM.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a pity party over it, look on the brighter side of life and make a list of the reasons it's so great to be single.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to those of you with lovers, carry on...&lt;br /&gt;but as for the singles... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-600839479160941580?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/600839479160941580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/feeling-sad-youre-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/600839479160941580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/600839479160941580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/feeling-sad-youre-single.html' title='Feeling sad you&apos;re single?'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-3613826365770598960</id><published>2011-01-06T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:38:24.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear boys, this isn't first grade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear boys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get girls by being mean to them. Yeah...the whole tugging the braid thing adult-style &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doesn't quite work &lt;/span&gt;when you grow older. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TSbCSSp7NpI/AAAAAAAADQY/D4-qf4-yvak/s1600/boy-pulling-girls-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TSbCSSp7NpI/AAAAAAAADQY/D4-qf4-yvak/s200/boy-pulling-girls-hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559344409536575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't call them names, mimic them when they giggle or talk, and you really shouldn't emotionally or physically abuse them. I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t's like sooooo&lt;/span&gt; 19..._ fill in your own blank___. I'm not saying you should shower them with compliments right off the bat because the first thing these girls will think... is "he's probably a dirt bag and tells every girl that," So keep it simple. Just be normal... and no braid tugging or name calling. Try &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TALKING to the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girls, if you're still doing this, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we need to have a chat.&lt;/span&gt; My e-mail is therulesgirl@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3613826365770598960?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3613826365770598960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/dear-boy-this-isnt-first-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3613826365770598960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3613826365770598960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2011/01/dear-boy-this-isnt-first-grade.html' title='Dear boys, this isn&apos;t first grade...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TSbCSSp7NpI/AAAAAAAADQY/D4-qf4-yvak/s72-c/boy-pulling-girls-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8380586396547346731</id><published>2010-12-29T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:37:00.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The better sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ew. There is no "better sex."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rule # 6,799: Girls and Boys are BOTH cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Get over yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not directing this toward just men&lt;/span&gt;, but toward women as well. We need each other people!!! Ick, I'm just so sick of this competition of who is the "better sex." What a waste of time and space. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Without each other there is no "us"&lt;/span&gt; nor is there a society to be living in. So get over it and appreciate everyone, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both sexes&lt;/span&gt;, and each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're both great so love the other sex&lt;/span&gt; too! We just have our different strengths and weaknesses, but it's all about balance, right? Right. So who cares if she's emotional sometimes and you're more pragmatic. Sometimes emotion is more important in a situation and sometimes pragmatism is... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just embrace it all,&lt;/span&gt; because you're getting on my nerves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8380586396547346731?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8380586396547346731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/better-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8380586396547346731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8380586396547346731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/better-sex.html' title='The better sex.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-6042341966858049893</id><published>2010-12-28T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:52:00.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RULE NUMBER 1!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a really really important rule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RULE #: 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. I've never established a Rule #1 I don't think... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently one of my Rules Girls sista's has made a hard decision and I just wanna throw out a props to her! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;atta girl... butt slaps... the whole kit-n-kaboodle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(now that I write it out, I wonder what  that means?? anyway). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to Rule #1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though you might not know why... or YOU think you're crazy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that means... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going with da gut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atta girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6042341966858049893?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6042341966858049893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/rule-number-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6042341966858049893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6042341966858049893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/rule-number-1.html' title='RULE NUMBER 1!!!!!!!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-1078813615093222471</id><published>2010-12-27T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:06:52.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That dreaded day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's that dreaded day after a great winter holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day we all get back to work. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(a loud booooooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some are still on vacation, or in transit to various places around the globe, or stuck because of snow blizzards, but for some... it's the back to work Monday after a great break for Christmas. I like to think of this dreaded day back to work after a holiday as a metaphor for how it feels to get "back" to dating again after getting out of a relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok, ok, so breaking up isn't exactly a holiday,&lt;/span&gt; but the part before it can be pretty good (especially now that it's over you look back and think it was pretty great).&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; However, when you think&lt;/span&gt; about the prospect of finding someone new it can become a through of dread. Your head does the same kicking and screaming routine that happens with the Sunday Blues. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRg6TUYNhAI/AAAAAAAADQQ/4t__xOAFH0Y/s1600/tantrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555254243923690498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRg6TUYNhAI/AAAAAAAADQQ/4t__xOAFH0Y/s200/tantrum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But we all know that kicking and screaming doesn't do us any good when no matter what we have to get back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welp, it's the same with dating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have two options in this scenario: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and probably some others that I didn't think of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1. With your best foot forward&lt;/span&gt;, look forward to the future of dating. Look at it as exciting and adventurous. That you'll get to experience something fun with someone new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2. Then again, if you just need a little time to yourself,&lt;/span&gt; take it. I'm a huge advocate of getting readjusted again just like you would getting back to work. Of embracing singledome and just trying to be comfortable alone and with yourself. To go along with our work metahpor, it would be like getting your cubicle and files organized. Make sure you are focused. Maybe the things that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;went wrong in&lt;/span&gt; your last relationship can be things you can start working on fixing before the next one comes along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So whatever route it is you take, just think of it like you're going back to work after the holidays... yea... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's a little dreadful&lt;/span&gt;, but at the same time, it's life. Live, learn, and work it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up on dating altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminds me of the song on Billy Madison... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_5e_9QUXKI"&gt;"back to school, back to school" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but instead, you're back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-1078813615093222471?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/1078813615093222471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/that-dreaded-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1078813615093222471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/1078813615093222471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/that-dreaded-day.html' title='That dreaded day...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRg6TUYNhAI/AAAAAAAADQQ/4t__xOAFH0Y/s72-c/tantrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6301205543252386902</id><published>2010-12-24T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:37:48.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRUuShrj2dI/AAAAAAAADQE/9TQNpyFdm8g/s1600/800px-merry_christmas_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554396611244972498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRUuShrj2dI/AAAAAAAADQE/9TQNpyFdm8g/s200/800px-merry_christmas_1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just remember, this is NOT the time of year to be feeling sorry for yourself because your man didn't get you the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"perfect gift," isn't perfect, or has yet to exist for you.&lt;/span&gt; It's time to celebrate love, life, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give a gift to show someone you love them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or give yourself a gift show yourself &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6301205543252386902?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6301205543252386902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6301205543252386902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6301205543252386902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRUuShrj2dI/AAAAAAAADQE/9TQNpyFdm8g/s72-c/800px-merry_christmas_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4616713742149159544</id><published>2010-12-23T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:46:00.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter time!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Rules Girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So question: Is it true that if you tell a guy you're not interested, but you keep emailing/chatting with/calling him, he'll keep thinking he has a chance? What are the rules for staying friends with someone that keeps trying to pursue you when you're only interested in being friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You seem to be sending some mixed signals. Maybe you should ask yourself WHY you keep wanting to talk to them?&lt;/span&gt; Do you like them? Why don't you want to date them? Do you like the attention? There are situations where you can keep talking to people you aren't interested and can stay friends, but in general, it's not fair to them because you're wasting their time. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you've clearly explained&lt;/span&gt; to them that you just value their friendship and want to be friends with them, and they are ok with still being friends... then you have done what you should do and are ok to continue talking to them. However, are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU initiating the conversations?&lt;/span&gt; If so, you might be sending mixed signals.  What if the tables were turned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know you're specific situation, but please ask yourself, "What IS my motive?" and be completly honest with yourself and them.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Do you in fact like them&lt;/span&gt; but are scared? Do you not like them but want attention? Are you scared to lose them as a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As always, there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exceptions depending on your specific situation (don't take that as an excuse to not do the best thing for both of you)&lt;/span&gt;, but generally I would advise cutting them loose if you aren't interested so you can both move along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4616713742149159544?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4616713742149159544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/letter-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4616713742149159544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4616713742149159544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/letter-time.html' title='Letter time!!!!!!'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-4925920988026707719</id><published>2010-12-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:31:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as ET said.... Ouuuuuuuuuuuuch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRLQNzxuj0I/AAAAAAAADP8/377IeMe1dGs/s1600/et_ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553730226156900162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRLQNzxuj0I/AAAAAAAADP8/377IeMe1dGs/s200/et_ouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?url=http://movieclips.com/bFWH-et-the-extra-terrestrial-movie-ouch/&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=oc8STYUhhsKwA-PrsL8K&amp;amp;ved=0CDUQuAIwBA&amp;amp;q=et+ouch,+movie&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFQZI8c-NTcnjRM_VTc_rolG5GwJQ"&gt;OUCHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stalk&lt;/span&gt; your ex's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just hurts your&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRLOi3yzYAI/AAAAAAAADP0/plS5FyY1eqQ/s1600/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553728388989149186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRLOi3yzYAI/AAAAAAAADP0/plS5FyY1eqQ/s200/ouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just like this ball hurt this guys face... WHACK. oopsies and ouchies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hurry...&lt;/span&gt; find something else to do.... go for a run, read a book, call a friend, or write a novel. Get your mind off of it and get happy. Don't spread sadness, and do NOT dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&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/7877971494715849951-4925920988026707719?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4925920988026707719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4925920988026707719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4925920988026707719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/ouch.html' title='Just as ET said.... Ouuuuuuuuuuuuch.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TRLQNzxuj0I/AAAAAAAADP8/377IeMe1dGs/s72-c/et_ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8700235684415228802</id><published>2010-12-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:38:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Treatment Sucks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvKV7G3GII/AAAAAAAADPk/aMN6gQ-YjGw/s1600/not-talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551753443656800386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvKV7G3GII/AAAAAAAADPk/aMN6gQ-YjGw/s200/not-talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silent Treatment Sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knock it off and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need to separate yourself from teh situation and think for a little while that's fine, but say to your honey-bunches, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"honey-bunches, I need to go think and not talk right away. I just need some time."&lt;/span&gt; and then go separate yourself... and then come back of course. But just giving the siltent treatment is very 1st grade-ish of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So knock it off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767920104/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0767920090&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0CVGS74V6GEJASDSVE9J"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8700235684415228802?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8700235684415228802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/silent-treatment-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8700235684415228802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8700235684415228802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/silent-treatment-sucks.html' title='Silent Treatment Sucks...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvKV7G3GII/AAAAAAAADPk/aMN6gQ-YjGw/s72-c/not-talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4955571716290258235</id><published>2010-12-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:34:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not healthy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's not very healthy to talk crap about your lover to your friends.&lt;/span&gt; Afterall, he is your lover and we love our lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't do it unless there is a serious problem in your relationship, which you should confide in very few and not blast it to the universe. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girls love their men for all their faults,&lt;/span&gt; so don't be so hard on him behind his back, it's really not good for your relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WITH him not ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; him when you have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talky talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4955571716290258235?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4955571716290258235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/its-not-healthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4955571716290258235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4955571716290258235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/its-not-healthy.html' title='it&apos;s not healthy...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-3325782954641204490</id><published>2010-12-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T08:27:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verbal Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you frustrated that your man doesn't want to chit-the-chat with you sometimes?&lt;/span&gt; Ugh, so frustrating. Welp, it might be because he doesn't need the verball connection like you do. Some girls who expect their boyfriends to chat with them the way their girlfiriends do, are greatly mistaken. Sorry chica, find a gf to gossip with. The connection he needs is a little different, it's touch. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That doesn't mean you should never talk to your man or that he doesn't value conversation at all, it's just not as crucial to him as it is to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So next time you find yourself frustrated with his lack of conversation try to remember that his brain works different than yours and think &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patience, patience, patience,&lt;/span&gt; and call your gf to talk about how awesome Blari's outfit was on &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl &lt;/em&gt;that day or about your friend's new pics posted on facebook. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it's really becoming a problem, talk to your man about it... NOT to your gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767920104/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0767920090&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0CVGS74V6GEJASDSVE9J"&gt;*Idea from The Female Brain&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/7877971494715849951-3325782954641204490?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3325782954641204490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/verbal-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3325782954641204490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3325782954641204490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/verbal-connection.html' title='The Verbal Connection'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-5404271946631540944</id><published>2010-12-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:15:00.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey... you gotta Touch your man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies, there's something you've got to understand. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Men need to be touched.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah yeah, you'll say you need it more but you're wrong, sorry. It's been scientifically proven that men need to be touched "three times more frequently than females" to maintain the same level of oxytocin (the dopamine love drug that makes them feel all fuzzy inside) as females. Louanne M.D. explains that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"without frequent touch, the brains dopamine circuits can feel starved."&lt;/span&gt; Couples often dont' realize how much theyd epend on each other's phsycial presence until they are separated for a while. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvGy89_-II/AAAAAAAADPc/PytxZOKBAc0/s1600/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551749544326199426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvGy89_-II/AAAAAAAADPc/PytxZOKBAc0/s200/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't want him to feel like this...all sad and hurt inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, and you should also know that giving your man the physical attention he needs actually benefits you too. yea, we like to be touched and affectionate too, but it's a little different for us.&lt;/span&gt; Turns out, that when men have enough of the love dopamine they need, they are more focues in their minds and heart on you, even when you may be separated from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not suggesting anything particular or that you do things you are uncomfortable with, but just make sure you're showing him the affection he needs, because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;touch means something different to him that it does to you, and he needs it more&lt;/span&gt;. Women can feel that dopamine love drug they need from other things such as a special glance, acts of service, etc... but the man... nope, sorry, not so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show your man a lil' affection, he literally needs it to know you love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767920104/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0767920090&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0CVGS74V6GEJASDSVE9J"&gt;*info from Louanne Brizendine, M.D.'s book: The Female Brain&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/7877971494715849951-5404271946631540944?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5404271946631540944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/honey-you-gotta-touch-your-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5404271946631540944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5404271946631540944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/honey-you-gotta-touch-your-man.html' title='honey... you gotta Touch your man...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvGy89_-II/AAAAAAAADPc/PytxZOKBAc0/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-620308110491254873</id><published>2010-12-17T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:27:43.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQzvB0VhRUI/AAAAAAAADPs/mgI7_hEfdH4/s1600/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552075255148791106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQzvB0VhRUI/AAAAAAAADPs/mgI7_hEfdH4/s200/gift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know what to get your man for Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're really stuck. Think of your favorite thing about him, or your favorite thing you do together... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;add some candles and take out and give him something small like a love note.&lt;/span&gt; Or you could do a countdown til Christmas and give him a cute lil thing a day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be creative and show him how special he is, don't stress too much or you'll just take it out on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have any great ideas, pleast post a comment and help your sistas out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-620308110491254873?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/620308110491254873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/perfect-gift.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/620308110491254873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/620308110491254873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/perfect-gift.html' title='The perfect gift'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQzvB0VhRUI/AAAAAAAADPs/mgI7_hEfdH4/s72-c/gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6380859351886046343</id><published>2010-12-17T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:59:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skilled Emotional-ers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turns out the female and male brain protect themselves differently to "accomplish the same goals." Each sex uses different circuits of their brain to protect themselves from harm. For example, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the female brain protects herse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lf and her young by using her instincts and superior emotional and linguistic skills. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which would mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talking their way out of it, coaxing, arguing, or describing a process well in order to protect themselves. This would also include &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;noticing ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rtain behaviors and fleeing&lt;/span&gt; the scene because of it BEFORE something awful happens. Men however, go from "zero to fistfight" in seconds as their protection mechanism.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKsO-qYpAdY/TYEyjDIucFI/AAAAAAAADUw/ROaD1jiSQzk/s1600/fight_club2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKsO-qYpAdY/TYEyjDIucFI/AAAAAAAADUw/ROaD1jiSQzk/s200/fight_club2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584800590634840146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's information like these brain protection differences that makes me wonder why we always have to be comparing the sexes to each other and deciding &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"which is the better sex?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ew, neither. They're both rockin' awesome. We each have different strengths.&lt;/span&gt; Now remember this is a generalization, but generalizations are often helpful. For example, information about women's emotional abilities can help men recognize &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; women are often... I don't know... more emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear men, instead of looking at us and thinking or saying, women are too emotional, you should look at us and think. Wow, what a skilled emotional-er, I sure love her for that. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(vice versa for women to men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;of course right.&lt;br /&gt;We're skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTVl6vYce8/TYEyNz1XZCI/AAAAAAAADUo/65LGQINwf2A/s1600/emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnTVl6vYce8/TYEyNz1XZCI/AAAAAAAADUo/65LGQINwf2A/s200/emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584800225749853218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;information from "The Female Brain" by Louann Brizendene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6380859351886046343?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6380859351886046343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/skilled-emotional-ers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6380859351886046343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6380859351886046343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/skilled-emotional-ers.html' title='Skilled Emotional-ers'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/-qKsO-qYpAdY/TYEyjDIucFI/AAAAAAAADUw/ROaD1jiSQzk/s72-c/fight_club2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8936875866687871638</id><published>2010-12-17T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:07:06.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why heartbreak hurts, literally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvCpiv--EI/AAAAAAAADPU/ahqukHWWOp4/s1600/heartbreak_Wallpaper_bsuj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551744984622757954" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvCpiv--EI/AAAAAAAADPU/ahqukHWWOp4/s200/heartbreak_Wallpaper_bsuj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this seriously awesome book called, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=the+female+brain,+book&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1I7DLUS_en&amp;amp;prmd=ivns&amp;amp;resnum=3&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=10151267414122360111&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=yL8LTYz2DYrksQOM89HOCg&amp;amp;ved=0CE0Q8gIwAA#"&gt;"The Female Brain"&lt;/a&gt; and am learning more and more about myself (us) with every paragraph. Louann Brizendine, M.D. has been studying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the female brain and hormones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(we are fascinating and far more complicated than our male counterparts, no wonder they love us so much)&lt;/span&gt; for years and has her own psychiatric clinic. She's done phenomenal research and has comibined it with the work of various types of research and it's giving me more insight into why we are the way we are. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvAH-oz_pI/AAAAAAAADPM/HhsTWY8vhz8/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551742208970063506" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvAH-oz_pI/AAAAAAAADPM/HhsTWY8vhz8/s200/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For this particular post, she inspired me to post about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreak&lt;/span&gt; and why it LITERALLY hurts so bad. She explains that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;romantic love is like a drug&lt;/span&gt; as it releases certain types of hormones that act a lot like dopamine. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, when you break up with a lover the withdrawal&lt;/span&gt; is as Louann explains... "as if weaning from a drug." That withdrawal takes over. The reason heartbreak acts as a literal pain because it "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;triggers the same circuits in teh brain."&lt;/span&gt; The chemical shift from high activity of romantic love to the flat loss of grief is a hormonal shift from love's "dopamine" to a black cloud of reality. So now when your heart hurts, you can understand why... not only that but knowing more about your brain and how this pain affects you, you can better deal with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How is it that you keep yourself from focusing on other kinds of pain?&lt;/span&gt; Wonder why you sleep a lot or watch a lot of tv? Some people work a ton... What are your comforts? What gets you distracted? Work? Hot cocoa? Ramen noodles? Whatever it is, grab hold of it to help comfort your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreak hurts, literally.... and now we know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be using some exerpts from this book for other posts as they provide great insight for girls like us who are trying to be the best women we can.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here you go Louanne, some free advertising... you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8936875866687871638?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8936875866687871638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/why-heartbreak-hurts-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8936875866687871638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8936875866687871638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/why-heartbreak-hurts-literally.html' title='Why heartbreak hurts, literally...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TQvCpiv--EI/AAAAAAAADPU/ahqukHWWOp4/s72-c/heartbreak_Wallpaper_bsuj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-3864464117883093058</id><published>2010-12-06T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:07:11.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...Or He never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What guy wants a girl that doesn't like herself?&lt;br /&gt;Some pine for love, boyfriends, husbands, etc. But don't forget that you have to love yourself first. I just got done reading a memoir about a girl I knew and found it completely frustrating. It was very un-Rules Girlsy and inspired this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what she believed and all she wanted in life was to be skinny and have a boyfriend. I couldn't take it I was so frustrated throughout the book. She would change her core &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;belief system&lt;/span&gt; based on whether a man found her sexy or not. YOU will not. YOU are not that girl. If you looked in the mirror this morning and thought something negative about yourself physically, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you need to change your mind. &lt;/span&gt;You have the power to change your attitude and especially to love yourself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If Mr. Awesome ever does come along, you'll be too wrapped up in thinking about you and how ugly or stupid you are... that you'll miss the cool guy standing in front of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss out. Love... YOU.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TP3c9e8AS4I/AAAAAAAADPA/Id1LFV9ZRaI/s1600/4046465128_5d68701d2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TP3c9e8AS4I/AAAAAAAADPA/Id1LFV9ZRaI/s200/4046465128_5d68701d2c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547833264825191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give yourself a lil' hugsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be surprised how when you start loving yourself and enjoying life, love just plops into your lap.  SO, Stop thinking about you, and start loving yourself... so that eventually he can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3864464117883093058?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3864464117883093058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/love-yourself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3864464117883093058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3864464117883093058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/love-yourself.html' title='Love Yourself...'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TP3c9e8AS4I/AAAAAAAADPA/Id1LFV9ZRaI/s72-c/4046465128_5d68701d2c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6829292646926957954</id><published>2010-12-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:33:35.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy + Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes crap happens. It just does, that's life. And it's ok to have "those days"... those days where you're just cranky, feel fat and sick, sad, and just can't get out of your funk. However, Rules Girls try not to spread their negativity. Hide away... cuddle up on the couch with your favorite blanky, book, and tv series. Take the day off emotionally. Don't try too hard... because it just throws you over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Rules Girls feel sensy sometimes, just spread love and not negativity. Don't let your "tude" last too long. Take it easy for a day, then find things that make you happy and keep on truckin'. Get back on the happy track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TPlwEU5LsAI/AAAAAAAADO4/gLrcR3nDhgM/s1600/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TPlwEU5LsAI/AAAAAAAADO4/gLrcR3nDhgM/s200/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546587635713814530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TPlvlXznMGI/AAAAAAAADOw/bpCJJMrG6KM/s1600/Track_Runners-1440x1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TPlvlXznMGI/AAAAAAAADOw/bpCJJMrG6KM/s200/Track_Runners-1440x1080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546587103919812706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy + Track. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6829292646926957954?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6829292646926957954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/sensy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6829292646926957954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6829292646926957954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/12/sensy.html' title='Happy + Track'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TPlwEU5LsAI/AAAAAAAADO4/gLrcR3nDhgM/s72-c/happy-face_happyface_smiley_800x800.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-9015922536255501845</id><published>2010-11-28T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:42:26.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><title type='text'>Just fight it out Just fight it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of walking it out, just fight it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offuhuge.com/media/19737/Walk_It_Out_Old_School_Video_Mix/"&gt;http://www.offuhuge.com/media/19737/Walk_It_Out_Old_School_Video_Mix/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fight it out, Just fight it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Heidi/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.criticalbench.com/images/JeffMonson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.criticalbench.com/images/JeffMonson1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;ok. So, here's a hypothetical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a moment, you weren't a Rules Girl. you weren't yourself. You were attacked by someone and didn't refute their claims because you were too tired of feeling like they didn't understand. Unfortunately for both of you much needed words weren't said that could've been useful... all because you didn't fight it out.  Now it's too late. Now, too much time has gone by and it's just too late. There's nothing you can do, and nothing you can say but to leave it be.&lt;br /&gt;hypothetical over... two important things to be learned from this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, ALWAYS fight it out (at least if it matters to you). This doesn't mean a physical fight or even a dramatic one, but talk out the issue (ALL THE WAY) or of course it will never be resolved. If they didn't understand what you communicated, tell them. You'll just regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second thing I learned from this situation is that you have to find someone that you fight well with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fight it out, Just fight it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-9015922536255501845?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/9015922536255501845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/11/just-fight-it-out-just-fight-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/9015922536255501845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/9015922536255501845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/11/just-fight-it-out-just-fight-it-out.html' title='Just fight it out Just fight it out'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-3330926191327798816</id><published>2010-11-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:41:11.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TOTYjV3GA1I/AAAAAAAADOo/N7iOrYnD7Xo/s1600/breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TOTYjV3GA1I/AAAAAAAADOo/N7iOrYnD7Xo/s200/breath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540791543247799122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, not about your breath...&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about when he doesn't want you, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and you know it&lt;/span&gt;, but you keep trying and hoping anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately and Eventually you have to take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're insides are trying, and you're almost playing the role of desperado...but then you realize, it's hard... but you have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOT TO TAKE THE HINT&lt;/span&gt;. For whatever reason, he doesn't want you. It hurts, burns... but that doesn't mean you should keep trying. There comes a time, when each of us has to take the hint, and go. Go for them.... for us... for the whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's hard, but you have to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to practice focusing on other things, even though that person was your escape from all those other things.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It's time to emotionally and mentally get on track &lt;/span&gt;by taking the hard road. Face what it is you are not focusing on, and do it. Relish your relationships with other people and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relish&lt;/span&gt; your work. Read more books, run faster, and write harder. Do what you've gotta do, to really soak it in, and take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody like's playing the role of desperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-3330926191327798816?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/3330926191327798816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/11/take-hint.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3330926191327798816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/3330926191327798816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/11/take-hint.html' title='Take a Hint'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TOTYjV3GA1I/AAAAAAAADOo/N7iOrYnD7Xo/s72-c/breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-974802911146322682</id><published>2010-10-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:01:58.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Votes for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's that time of year &lt;/span&gt;where everyone is sick of hearing all the campaign ads. Mainly because they're never right anyway (but people are too lazy to actually read up on the issues and candidates) anyway oops sorry totally off topic.&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this post, is... to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pay tribute to the original Rules Girls,&lt;/span&gt; to the Women of the American Women's suffragist movement. It was because of strong women in the United States that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we now enjoy the freedom to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/pnp/cph/3a50000/3a52000/3a52000/3a52079r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 363px;" src="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/pnp/cph/3a50000/3a52000/3a52000/3a52079r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the right to vote, we have so many other freedoms. I love this picture because it represents just how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rules Girlsy &lt;/span&gt;these women were. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In this picture there are both women with and without children. &lt;/span&gt;You can have children, be a mother, and be strong and make a difference, but you can also do it single and strong. Whatever situation you're in, make the most of it, be a great and strong women...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; like those who made it so we now have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;right to vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcweb2.loc.gov/pnp/cph/3a50000/3a52000/3a52000/3a52079r.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-974802911146322682?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/974802911146322682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/10/votes-for-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/974802911146322682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/974802911146322682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/10/votes-for-women.html' title='Votes for Women'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-5971038244067060532</id><published>2010-10-01T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:45:59.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't dwell on broken jump-drives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anger, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;, hate, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;sadness,&lt;/span&gt; loss of hope, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;self-pity&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; You can't find all the information you once had stored on your travel-drive. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're broken. It's broken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKY5b7cV9HI/AAAAAAAADOg/fn34l7gAB54/s1600/Lexar_JumpDrive_360_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKY5b7cV9HI/AAAAAAAADOg/fn34l7gAB54/s200/Lexar_JumpDrive_360_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523165144992314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're consumed by feelings of woe...it keeps you from concentrating, working, and your overall success and progression.&lt;br /&gt;All of these negative feelings are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;debilitating&lt;/span&gt; as they keep you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;focused on yourself&lt;/span&gt;, and not on the work that needs to get done. The metaphor of losing all of your information from your travel drive is like that of a relationship. If you keep focusing on all your losses, then you'll never get anything done, find success, get over that someone/find a new love, or improve yourself. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, just shake it off, forgive the guy who broke it, and decide to get back to work and moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell on broken jump drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-5971038244067060532?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5971038244067060532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/10/dont-dwell-on-broken-jump-drives.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5971038244067060532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5971038244067060532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/10/dont-dwell-on-broken-jump-drives.html' title='Don&apos;t dwell on broken jump-drives'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKY5b7cV9HI/AAAAAAAADOg/fn34l7gAB54/s72-c/Lexar_JumpDrive_360_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4296681605719296461</id><published>2010-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:25:23.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A support system</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you're trying to break a habit&lt;/span&gt;, you have to have a support system. It's like AA or NA or even quitting caffeine... you've got to have your support system. That's what us Rules Girls are for each other... a support system. So here's some support. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We get it, I get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remind you to stop dwelling on it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let yourself&lt;/span&gt; stop wanting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Send them light and love, and drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4296681605719296461?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4296681605719296461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/support-system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4296681605719296461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4296681605719296461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/support-system.html' title='A support system'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-193905598617982697</id><published>2010-09-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:53:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"_________ Responsibly."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/12/70146515_f30425f1a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no actually I'm not talking about drinking responsibly. I'm talking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Running AWAY Responsibly. &lt;/span&gt;What I mean by this is sometimes you have to follow the gut, your emotions, your heart. Sometimes you have to just go. &lt;a href="http://missionmultisport.com/images/happy%20girl%20run%20in%20meadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 235px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://missionmultisport.com/images/happy%20girl%20run%20in%20meadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, when you do so... you do so responsibly. For the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;timing is not always appropriate to run...&lt;/span&gt; but sometimes it is. &lt;a href="http://www.whirlinggirl.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/RunGirlRun350.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 177px; height: 184px;" alt="" src="http://www.whirlinggirl.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/RunGirlRun350.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For example, you don't just run away from a relationship, but if you're having a hard time expressing yourself, or holding back anger, then it is ok to runaway to the park, or maybe even to your bed for a nap. I don't care where you go, but don't think that if you can't hack the confrontation, that you have to stay there and face it. Just say, I need a little time to myself and RUN! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gt9DZAWWc_g/TG7S9GVB6xI/AAAAAAAAACg/wy31TLtqacA/s1600/born-to-run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 106px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gt9DZAWWc_g/TG7S9GVB6xI/AAAAAAAAACg/wy31TLtqacA/s1600/born-to-run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this book is pretty good, kind of unrelated to this post, but eh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Running can help you get out the emotions you don't know how to express any other way. &lt;/span&gt;You just feel you need to escape from so many things, so do it. There are many ways to run... you can paint, sing, RUN, sit at the park, sleep, work, etc... Rules Girls are not affraid to do what they have to. Running sometimes helps the relationship instead of yelling, arguing, showing your hurt too early. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go, run,&lt;/span&gt; think it through, but make sure whoever you're running from knows they're loved and that you just need to run. But don't forget to go back, or to use it as a tool of avoidance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's good for the soul. Helps you heal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Run Responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' Rules Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-193905598617982697?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/193905598617982697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/responsibly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/193905598617982697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/193905598617982697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/responsibly.html' title='&quot;_________ Responsibly.&quot;'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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://farm1.static.flickr.com/12/70146515_f30425f1a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4050168373170479294</id><published>2010-09-27T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:01:57.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the force NOT be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We've all done it. &lt;/span&gt;Some of us have even completely embarrassed ourselves in the process. You can't force a relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can't force it in any phase.&lt;/span&gt; For example...Maybe you like him, and he doesn't like you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can't force it. &lt;/span&gt;You can't make him like you or want you back.  Or...Maybe you want the relationship to go to the next level, but you can't force it or it might be too fast and you scare them away. And then ....Maybe you don't like THEM back, but you want to so bad. No matter what relationship phase or position you are in, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you just can't force it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this situation, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I urge you to NOT have the force be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKGEDaJ9RSI/AAAAAAAADOY/7n3ry38DQqY/s1600/beijing-boyce-obiwan-kenobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKGEDaJ9RSI/AAAAAAAADOY/7n3ry38DQqY/s200/beijing-boyce-obiwan-kenobi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521839812228498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for all those intergalactic junkies, I know we want the force, and I'm not saying you should go all sith, just take a chill for a sec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're lucky and get successful in forcing it to a certain point, but even then you realize&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it didn't really get you what you wanted,&lt;/span&gt; and that now you're far beyond saving face. You're embarrassed, and realize that you just can't force it, because forcing doesn't work. You can't force yourself, and you especially can't force them into wanting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something. &lt;/span&gt;It usually it ends up with you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;being embarrassed &lt;/span&gt;and feeling stupid for putting yourself so far out there, and them seeing you as completely ridiculous, needy, or incapable of being alone. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Save yourself the face,&lt;/span&gt; and the heartache... and don't force it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go with the flow, &lt;/span&gt;and if that means healing... then heal. if that means waiting to see what happens, then wait. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be patient,&lt;/span&gt; let them take the reigns on this one. If that means dropping it, then drop it. You've done what you can do, you've forced all you can force, go. Now, it's their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4050168373170479294?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4050168373170479294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/may-force-not-be-with-you-at-least-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4050168373170479294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4050168373170479294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/may-force-not-be-with-you-at-least-in.html' title='May the force NOT be with you'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TKGEDaJ9RSI/AAAAAAAADOY/7n3ry38DQqY/s72-c/beijing-boyce-obiwan-kenobi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6712243218327173538</id><published>2010-09-24T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:24:51.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Girls don't Pity Party... When you've got a good thing, embrace it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJxSEveGVLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/RT3LyeqXF2o/s1600/pity-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJxSEveGVLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/RT3LyeqXF2o/s200/pity-party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520377484665050290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. pity parties are LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop thinking about what "they" can do for you and, and start thinking about how you could be doing so much more to show you care about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEM!&lt;/span&gt; Quit it with the pity party.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you have a special someone, a significant other, a lover, someone you cherish... embrace it, and especially THEM.&lt;/span&gt; Stop focusing inward and on yourself. Stop thinking about how much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; need to be loved and how you wish they could be better for you and START thinking about what you can do for them. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What can you do to show them you care, want them, love them, need them. Tell them more? Kiss them more? &lt;/span&gt;Rules Girls are the type that value those they love. Sometimes we forget to do the little things to show people we love having them in our lives, but we certainly try. So be that Rules Girl that embraces the good thing they've got... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;especially when you're having a pity party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6712243218327173538?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6712243218327173538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/rules-girls-dont-pity-party-when-youve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6712243218327173538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6712243218327173538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/rules-girls-dont-pity-party-when-youve.html' title='Rules Girls don&apos;t Pity Party... When you&apos;ve got a good thing, embrace it.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJxSEveGVLI/AAAAAAAADOQ/RT3LyeqXF2o/s72-c/pity-party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-6985675322309644379</id><published>2010-09-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:01:19.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Rules Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does anyone ever feel the way I do?&lt;/span&gt; That heartache sucks? I hate watching people go through it, I hate feeling it, and I hate causing it. It burns. It hurts. It won't go away.  It's hard to concentrate on anything else. I want to see him, but I can't. I want to talk to him but I can't. I hate feeling as if I've been hurting too long, or don't want to tell anyone but everyone at the same time. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to be alone, but I can't be alone. &lt;/span&gt;Heartache sucks. I know I'm crazy that I almost want the pain to stay because then at least there is  part of them still with me. I write to ask you how to fix it, even though a large part of me doesn't even want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;heartache sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Heartache Sucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner, but I couldn't think of what to say. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know it sucks&lt;/span&gt;, but I feel as if only time heals. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; in the mean time you can use a trick I learned from the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt; (I know, cheezy mcgee but hey never knock good advice!). You're trying to get over it and clear your head but you miss them, you love them. We've all been there. It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;In the movie Julia Roberts' friend tells her that in order to heal...to let herself miss them. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"If you miss them...miss them. You love them, So love them. Send them love and light. then drop it."&lt;/span&gt; I would have to second this motion. There's nothing you can do, but to go through with those feelings. So when doing so, send them light and love, but then drop it. Allow yourself to feel a little sad, but then carry on. Drop it. Do the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;other great things you were meant to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. I send you light and love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-6985675322309644379?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/6985675322309644379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/heartache-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6985675322309644379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/6985675322309644379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/heartache-sucks.html' title='Heartache Sucks'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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-7877971494715849951.post-5236738718344785989</id><published>2010-09-17T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:48:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heightened Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overly sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJMcseAZcfI/AAAAAAAADOA/X4ghL60J02s/s1600/sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJMcseAZcfI/AAAAAAAADOA/X4ghL60J02s/s200/sensitive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517785518753542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can overreact, be way too sensy, and get upset over really&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stupid things. &lt;/span&gt;I hate that it happens because in my deep &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;down thinker&lt;/span&gt; I'm saying to myself, "You're ridic, it's not a big deal" but then my insides are just screaming with frustration. I mean, have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU Ever snapped at a special someone &lt;/span&gt;or took something they said the wrong way... when you never would have with anyone else? Ever fought about something that if your bff said it, you wouldn't care? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welp, &lt;/span&gt;I've decided it's because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;heightened emotions. &lt;/span&gt;when you're in a relationship or diggin' on someone you have the tendency to overreact about stupid things merely because you're so in touch with those feelers, that you get kinda sensy if they say something that makes you feel in the slightest bit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;less appealing&lt;/span&gt; to them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... moral of the story. Whether you're on the receiving end of an overly sensitive emotional outburst, or causing it... Take a step back, breathe, and realize &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;you heart them&lt;/span&gt; so it's not worth getting this worked up over. Talk it out, and be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes this was inspired by my favorite TV show... any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-5236738718344785989?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/5236738718344785989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/heightened-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5236738718344785989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/5236738718344785989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/heightened-emotions.html' title='Heightened Emotions.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TJMcseAZcfI/AAAAAAAADOA/X4ghL60J02s/s72-c/sensitive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4680014180356906609</id><published>2010-09-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:53:15.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget what you deserve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You really are amazing, one of a kind...&lt;/span&gt; you are confident, beautiful, full of passion and life, and oh so much more. So why not deserve someone who truly cherishes that? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes we settle&lt;/span&gt; for someone who doesn't value us as they should. Well, here's a song to you...this is what you deserve. A special someone who feels like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI0-Q4Ub21w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI0-Q4Ub21w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be with someone that adores you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4680014180356906609?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4680014180356906609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/dont-forget-what-you-deserve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4680014180356906609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4680014180356906609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/dont-forget-what-you-deserve.html' title='Don&apos;t forget what you deserve.'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-4835986262350892469</id><published>2010-09-09T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:25:30.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Wanderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found myself daydreaming today about all the places I want to see and go...&lt;br /&gt;It started with the Panama Canal&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIldlx-D6NI/AAAAAAAADNo/pIA6B8_FcBE/s1600/panama_canal_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIldlx-D6NI/AAAAAAAADNo/pIA6B8_FcBE/s200/panama_canal_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515042122342066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because the discussion I was SUPPOSED to be involved in was about Panama Canal Treaties, but then my thoughts went on to how I want to see Pearl Harbor, the Great Wall of China,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIldr2usDMI/AAAAAAAADNw/U2ap1s00Luw/s1600/great_wall_china_photo_gov_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIldr2usDMI/AAAAAAAADNw/U2ap1s00Luw/s200/great_wall_china_photo_gov_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515042226698980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Palace Square in Russia&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIld5b351eI/AAAAAAAADN4/dyV1BbteOS4/s1600/palace_square_hermitage_st_petersburg_russia_photo_gov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIld5b351eI/AAAAAAAADN4/dyV1BbteOS4/s200/palace_square_hermitage_st_petersburg_russia_photo_gov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515042460008044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and so many other places. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN, &lt;/span&gt;my mind wandered on to how I want to paint a giant picture of all these places.&lt;br /&gt;like this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/He7Ge7Sogrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/He7Ge7Sogrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(elephants are like big dogs, I want one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It turns out this daydream was a mini-victory for me. &lt;/span&gt;Why? Well, have you ever noticed that when you need to get over someone or something but you can't, your mind always seems to wander back to them? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, I caught my mind wandering&lt;/span&gt; about something completely my own instead of it being about some dude. It was a conquest, a defeat. For that moment, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I had the advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This daydreaming thing, the idea of changing of my thoughts and redirecting my emotions toward something else is something I'm working on, and I did it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Instead of feeling guilty, sad, and angry I decided that I have the right to be happy. &lt;/span&gt; I can change, and that's what I'll work on, but in the meantime I can move on and enjoy life. I don't have to dwell on him, that, them, or this. I can daydream about life, my future, joy, exploration, and ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's to us Rules Girls. For our mini-victory's. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;To changing our minds, shifting our emotions, and having that moment of success that keeps us going, knowing we're headed the right way... and most importantly knowing it won't be like this forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-4835986262350892469?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/4835986262350892469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/mind-wanderer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4835986262350892469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/4835986262350892469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/mind-wanderer.html' title='The Mind Wanderer'/><author><name>thinkHP</name><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/_4gkVdGhXvso/TIldlx-D6NI/AAAAAAAADNo/pIA6B8_FcBE/s72-c/panama_canal_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877971494715849951.post-8508106239816169955</id><published>2010-09-03T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:42:09.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules Girls don't give the silent treatment... (we talk it out)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Because guess what, that's what we did when we were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eight and didn't know how to express ourselves&lt;/span&gt;. Now that we're&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; big girls&lt;/span&gt;, we talk it out. If you have a problem, you need to talk about it and make sure that things get squared away. It's detrimental to a relationship to give the silent treatment for two days, a week, a month... and then all of a sudden act like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Talk it out. &lt;/span&gt;Then you can actually repair thing instead of having them linger and never get resolved.&lt;br /&gt;We don't give the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silent treatment&lt;/span&gt; to our men, and we don't give it to our girlfriends. We sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Just change the lyrics to .... "now talk it out..... now talk it out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/87FSK6Dfnt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/87FSK6Dfnt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Rules Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7877971494715849951-8508106239816169955?l=www.therulesgirl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/feeds/8508106239816169955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/rules-girls-dont-give-silent-treatment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8508106239816169955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7877971494715849951/posts/default/8508106239816169955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therulesgirl.com/2010/09/rules-girls-dont-give-silent-treatment.html' title='Rules Girls don&apos;t give the silent treatment... 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