<?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-4022993070989741590</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:23:48.225-08:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='women'/><category term='jam'/><category term='recession'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='south'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='younger men'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='cougar'/><category term='flings'/><category term='party'/><category term='boys'/><category term='single'/><category term='clutch'/><category term='events'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='liquor'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='lily pulitzer'/><category term='life'/><category term='musicians'/><category term='debutant'/><category term='handbags'/><category term='girls'/><category term='spring'/><category term='dates'/><category term='invitation'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='sexy vs. funny'/><category term='fun'/><category term='cake'/><category term='love'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='carolina cup'/><category term='south carolina'/><title type='text'>Southern Girls Taking Over the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-6950587396714244482</id><published>2010-06-19T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:37:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me!</title><summary type='text'>hey peeps!  i have my own personal blog and i've been more devoted to it than this one...but i will admit it's a little more vanilla than what i've ever written about here.  but i hope you follow and enjoy! SweetBef's Blog loves, b</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/6950587396714244482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=6950587396714244482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6950587396714244482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6950587396714244482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/06/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me!'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5577705712126668998</id><published>2010-05-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:35:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Jamz...</title><summary type='text'>Anyone that knows me...knows that I am not a fan of country music. I can listen to pretty much anything else BUT country. However, Lady Antebellum is my favorite group ever (they come 2nd to The Fray). But this post is not about country music...it's about new jams that I listen to on repeat in the car.M's musical taste is very similar to mine, but she leans more towards the indie bands.My musical</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5577705712126668998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5577705712126668998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5577705712126668998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5577705712126668998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favorite-jamz.html' title='My Favorite Jamz...'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-1412178355540443685</id><published>2010-04-13T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:02:22.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray Tan 101</title><summary type='text'>So...I am addicted to Mystic Tan. Seriously. Addicted. If I had the money I would go every week, but due to my financial means I can only go when needed. And being a certified ginge, it's a lot easier than baking in a tanning bed for hours on end only to get red and more freckled (gross).A friend e-mailed me today asking about the spray tan experience, and I was so excited to ease her into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/1412178355540443685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=1412178355540443685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1412178355540443685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1412178355540443685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/04/spray-tan-101.html' title='Spray Tan 101'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-4450062318353179851</id><published>2010-04-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:02:11.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carolina cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lily pulitzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Carolina Cup</title><summary type='text'>     What's better than frat boys in pastel pants or old ladies in ridiculous hats?  Bringing the two together in a South Carolina tradition known as the Carolina Cup.  The Carolina Cup is a horse race in Camden, SC and in all honesty, I have yet to see an actual race in my 6 trips to the event.  I did see some police horsies one time, but that's another story.     I attended my 6th Carolina Cup </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/4450062318353179851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=4450062318353179851&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4450062318353179851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4450062318353179851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/04/carolina-cup.html' title='Carolina Cup'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/S7tXm7xQxnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pm-RACfbdTU/s72-c/SANY0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-2782344941292635991</id><published>2010-03-22T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:11:38.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B's Musical Taste</title><summary type='text'>A little about me...via my musical likes. :) permission to judge is granted.A- Favorite ARTIST: Justin TimberlakeB- Favorite BAND: The FrayC- Best CONCERT you attended: Justin Timberlake FutureSex/LoveSounds tour 2007D- Favorite DUET: Marvin Gaye &amp; Tammi Terrell - Ain't No Mountain High EnoughE- Most EMBARRASSING cd you’ve owned: Len - one hit wonders are the enemyF- FIRST record, tape or cd you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/2782344941292635991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=2782344941292635991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2782344941292635991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2782344941292635991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/03/bs-musical-taste.html' title='B&apos;s Musical Taste'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-2445856237900000237</id><published>2010-03-11T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:53:55.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cougar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='younger men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>MIA</title><summary type='text'> So yes, I've been MIA and B's been picking up all the blog slack.  But let's face it, it's not like the blog has suffered...what does that tell me about the content I post?  hahaha!  Anywho, as B mentioned a few posts back, I am all in love and shizz now and I have been wrapped up in that for the last 4 months and forgot my social responsibilities.  Never fear, I am here now and that's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/2445856237900000237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=2445856237900000237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2445856237900000237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2445856237900000237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-3267768413602625460</id><published>2010-03-10T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:46:23.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart</title><summary type='text'>OMG! I just found out that Chelsea Handler's new book Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang is out in stores now! I think I might have jizzed in my pants. I love her. Sadly, I've been going to bed at 10:30pm now instead of 12:30am so I miss her show on E!, but her writing is HIGH-larious.I am never a person who cries or laughs while reading a book. (I did get aroused (sorta) while reading one of those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/3267768413602625460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=3267768413602625460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3267768413602625460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3267768413602625460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart.html' title='I heart'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/S5gQMMsgGgI/AAAAAAAAADo/QlbU8YFsJ3Y/s72-c/chelsea_bangbang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5761102725973185011</id><published>2010-03-02T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:08:47.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Smell Purdy"</title><summary type='text'>Usually I can last a bottle of perfume for atleast 6 months. For 2 years, I wore Vera Wang Princess everyday...only because I liked the bottle. Then I figured I should change it up a bit so I got this a while back... it makes me feel "juicy." but then i got tired of it and decided to tackle the task of finding a new signature scent.sephora is so overwhelming and i would prefer to wear something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5761102725973185011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5761102725973185011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5761102725973185011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5761102725973185011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-smell-purdy.html' title='&quot;You Smell Purdy&quot;'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/S46kxUiZNFI/AAAAAAAAADg/i33H4ERskuM/s72-c/P140946_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-7017313801805519465</id><published>2010-02-22T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:17:28.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour Magazine vs. The World</title><summary type='text'>For Christmas I ordered myself a subscription to Cosmopolitan magazine.* But what I should have gotten was Glamour. Anywho...last month I found the Feb issue with Katy Perry (one of my girl crushes) on the front and snuck it in my office took it home to read. This is why... While reading, I noticed a picture of a gorgeous brunette "plus size" model and a man romping in the bed accompanying an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/7017313801805519465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=7017313801805519465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/7017313801805519465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/7017313801805519465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/02/glamour-magazine-vs-world.html' title='Glamour Magazine vs. The World'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/S4LZBhURKPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8GZvoczLEtQ/s72-c/cover_glamour_190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-3256597286083516115</id><published>2010-02-09T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:03:57.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day is the Devil</title><summary type='text'>I realize that it's been a while, since M or I have posted and we both sincerely apologize to our 2 followers who have missed us.I'll do a quick catch up and then get into my rant...1. Halloween was AWESOME. M won the Best Costume Award for her portrayal of Bret Michaels. It was AH-Mazing.2. By Thanksgiving, M found a new "boo." They've been together ever since and loving every minute of it...she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/3256597286083516115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=3256597286083516115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3256597286083516115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3256597286083516115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-devil.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day is the Devil'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-4108351151391221872</id><published>2009-11-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:22:42.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><summary type='text'>I saw this on someone's facebook status this morning and had to post. It made my morning! :)"Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with." - Sex and the Cityloves,bp.s. I promise I'll fill you all in on the halloween party and my part of Mandy's birthday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/4108351151391221872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=4108351151391221872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4108351151391221872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4108351151391221872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-245252674473912874</id><published>2009-11-08T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:15:05.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><summary type='text'>It is a well known fact that my birthday is a week or so affair.  To kick off the celebrations B and I went out with our friend C in B's town of residence.  The night began with a few beers at B's apartment and we were on the road.  We hit a bar on the west side where...gasp!...my musician love was playing a show.  I had heard from him the week before and decided that it was my birthday and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/245252674473912874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=245252674473912874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/245252674473912874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/245252674473912874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Svd3-u_2GYI/AAAAAAAAACo/6NZE_t2ucaw/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-3080830220120360606</id><published>2009-11-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:20:56.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Come</title><summary type='text'>Lots of exciting things to share from the past weekend...stay tuned!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/3080830220120360606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=3080830220120360606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3080830220120360606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3080830220120360606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-come.html' title='Things to Come'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/SvMljpz2G3I/AAAAAAAAACg/37XrWmApvcA/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-6150064204129751417</id><published>2009-11-02T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:27:31.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><summary type='text'> Happy Birthday to M!  I hope you have a great birthday and all your wishes come true and many, many more birthday's to come! :) loves,b</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/6150064204129751417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=6150064204129751417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6150064204129751417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6150064204129751417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Su7r4OpHKLI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ujg48DAlxj8/s72-c/PartyHatKids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-3974602775922086719</id><published>2009-10-27T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:29:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tigers Love Pepper."</title><summary type='text'>DVD Release Date: December 15th.Who's pumped and has two thumbs? THIS GIRL!I know this post does not go along with our whole blog theme...BUT...i'm just so pumped. And M and I went to see it together, along with my mom (who LOVED it by the way) so I figured that this post was still relevant.loves,b</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/3974602775922086719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=3974602775922086719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3974602775922086719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3974602775922086719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/tigers-love-pepper.html' title='&quot;Tigers Love Pepper.&quot;'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/SudknjCZPYI/AAAAAAAAACA/OmceUjjYd0c/s72-c/hangover_poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-8906777890070750675</id><published>2009-10-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T07:43:32.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy vs. funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>The Halloween Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>    Halloween is the one day a year you can dress like a slut and get away with it...well, ok that's cool and all, but I don't know if I can pull it off even one time a year.  My dilemma is, I tend to gravitate more towards comical/pop culture costumes, but I am always left feeling inadequate when everyone else looks like they just stepped off the lawn at the playboy mansion.    Long story short,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/8906777890070750675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=8906777890070750675&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/8906777890070750675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/8906777890070750675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-dilemma.html' title='The Halloween Dilemma'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-1411314089508969291</id><published>2009-10-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:08:21.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Love (part B)</title><summary type='text'> O-M-G! I am in love this new nail color line from Sally Hansen. The large brush allows for only one coat AND one stroke application. And it dries super fast...hence the name. And it's only about $3 at Wal-Mart. I have it in Presto Pink, Flashy Fuschia, and Cinna-Snap. I want to try Blue Streak and Lightening next!In the past, I hardly ever wore nail color. Now I am obsessed with having nail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/1411314089508969291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=1411314089508969291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1411314089508969291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1411314089508969291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-love-part-b.html' title='Things to Love (part B)'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/St9aE5AYk0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bbaTLA-D_Rc/s72-c/4917_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-936188995008377327</id><published>2009-10-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:05:34.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Love</title><summary type='text'>While B tends to dress more trendy, I dress a little more preppy.  A new site with preppy goodies to love--Tucker Blair.  Visit their site for cute, preppy and definitely traditional southern wares.  xoxo,M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/936188995008377327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=936188995008377327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/936188995008377327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/936188995008377327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-love.html' title='Things to Love'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/St3faCBcS1I/AAAAAAAAABw/VwhEcigDYeA/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-4348950568722050660</id><published>2009-10-19T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:56:25.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><summary type='text'>  I have had two marriage proposals in my life.  They were both from drunk gentlemen in bars.  One was a couple years back and the other was this past weekend...  The first time I was proposed to by a drunk was in the winter of 2007.  We were in a hotel bar when my friend of about 12 years said "Let's get married".  Now he and I have always talked about that eventually, if no one else will have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/4348950568722050660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=4348950568722050660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4348950568722050660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/4348950568722050660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-9173774753955115763</id><published>2009-10-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:34:12.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><summary type='text'>Halloween this year will allow me to wear 2 costumes. One that is safe for work and one that is NSFW (almost). Last year I was Raggedy Ann and my costume was partially handmade by mennonites (kind of like Amish...look it up) and partially things I already had so it was cheap and pretty tame.Costume # 1 - Safe for WorkUsually, the day after Halloween I'm already thinking of what I want to be next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/9173774753955115763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=9173774753955115763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/9173774753955115763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/9173774753955115763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Stir2xXVuXI/AAAAAAAAABo/DYlObpT5iR0/s72-c/06lshort1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5360399158981850212</id><published>2009-10-14T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:14:05.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl on Girl</title><summary type='text'>I used to have a girl crush on Megan Fox. The Megan Fox from Transformers I, not the current gothic, pale, weirdo Megan Fox.Now my girl crush lies with January Jones. She's the only reason I watch Mad Men. And I want her boobs.loves,b</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5360399158981850212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5360399158981850212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5360399158981850212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5360399158981850212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-on-girl.html' title='Girl on Girl'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/StYTxzOxULI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nM_tb0_V-e0/s72-c/megan-fox-transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-9213495895648495650</id><published>2009-10-14T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:05:28.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin' for Compliments</title><summary type='text'>There are two compliments that I would like to revise. So...I hate being told..."you look skinny!" or asked "did you lose weight?" How do you respond to those?  Of course, like every girl on the face of earth I want to be considered thin, skinny, modelesque, etc etc.  But...did I look fat yesterday when you saw me?  Really, what is the proper response?  I would rather be told..."you look great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/9213495895648495650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=9213495895648495650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/9213495895648495650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/9213495895648495650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/fishin-for-compliments.html' title='Fishin&apos; for Compliments'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5799273194070041925</id><published>2009-10-07T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:34:34.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicians'/><title type='text'>Take it on the run baby...</title><summary type='text'> So, I am notorious for finding a 'boyfriend' wherever I go.  Not all the time is this person someone that I touch genitals or lips with, but they are someone I buddy up to when I am at a function.  Usually on work trips, vacations, even at the office, I have a dude who is my companion.  However, this event boyfriend phenom took my little cold black heart by surprise this past week. Mr. Musician </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5799273194070041925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5799273194070041925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5799273194070041925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5799273194070041925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-it-on-run-baby.html' title='Take it on the run baby...'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-2359427735166907945</id><published>2009-09-29T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:56:35.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(southern) Girls on Film</title><summary type='text'>Bliss, a Texas teen, who refuses to conform to the Southern ways of Pageantry and mainstream-ness (it's a word) finds refuge in roller derby.  Add in Ellen Page and you have a big ol' slice of awesomeness (also a word).  B and I will be seeing this.  "I like when she gives herself the pep talk and says, 'You can make out with him, but that's it!' I do that every weekend and fail myself miserably"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/2359427735166907945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=2359427735166907945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2359427735166907945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2359427735166907945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/09/southern-girls-on-film.html' title='(southern) Girls on Film'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-3674698764131351645</id><published>2009-08-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:19:44.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thought...</title><summary type='text'>I may have had on major drunk googles when I met the Yankee.  I just saw some pictures of he and I on facebook and he does not look like I remember.  He looks fun, though.  Oh me, I need to not drink cocktails and flirt with boys...it always gets me into trouble!xoxo,M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/3674698764131351645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=3674698764131351645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3674698764131351645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/3674698764131351645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-second-thought.html' title='On second thought...'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5512590651072454075</id><published>2009-08-17T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:14:07.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Southern Gentleman vs. The Yankee</title><summary type='text'>Currently, I (M) am being pursued by two men.  I met both of them during my recent visit to Charleston, SC.  Now usually, as a rule I don't try to communicate with guys who I consider vacation flings once I return home, however these two have continued to keep in contact with me about two weeks or more since I have returned home.  Let's break them down, shall we?The Southern Gentlemanhe manages a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5512590651072454075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5512590651072454075&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5512590651072454075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5512590651072454075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/08/southern-gentleman-vs-yankee.html' title='The Southern Gentleman vs. The Yankee'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-2105243396467419645</id><published>2009-07-29T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:04:49.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handbags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>More Vintage</title><summary type='text'>My new vintage obsession is the good ol' clutch.  While B has family heirloom (yes a golden owl is an heirloom) jewelry to pillage and plunder, I like to go through thrift shops and find items to feed my handbag habit.  These three, while not free like B's finds, were only $2 each!  I think they are fab and cannot wait to use them.  Add these to my $3 YSL bag that I got about a month ago and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/2105243396467419645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=2105243396467419645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2105243396467419645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2105243396467419645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-vintage.html' title='More Vintage'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/SnDUMYz0mUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ck4b0TASr-c/s72-c/DSCF3408%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-1789378578962358768</id><published>2009-07-28T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:08:47.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab!</title><summary type='text'>so...i'm really pumped to have found something cool and vintage...and FREE!my great aunt had the best jewelry and my mom and I went rummaging through her goodies this past Sunday.i've had this necklace for a while and try to wear it has often as I can...but i'm most excited about this gold owl necklace I found. i've seen owls everywhere on jewelry lately so i'm proud that mine is vintage AND free</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/1789378578962358768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=1789378578962358768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1789378578962358768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1789378578962358768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/fab.html' title='Fab!'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sm-7eeWsynI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WbDGwIRd6KI/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5217170654957796939</id><published>2009-07-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:15:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words...a response</title><summary type='text'>I would like to add a response to M's "Two Words..." post.  I, like M, get asked to many weddings, showers, events, etc with invites that have a "and Guest."  Normally, I know the hosts or the other guests and never take a date, b/c I know I won't feel uncomfortable.  I've been invited to a Couples Shower before and was almost mortified...but it wasn't the typical 'Newlywed Game' type Couples </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5217170654957796939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5217170654957796939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5217170654957796939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5217170654957796939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-wordsa-response.html' title='Two Words...a response'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-6741616940936205368</id><published>2009-07-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:55:32.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liquor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Two Worst Words</title><summary type='text'> As a single gal there are two words that strike fear into my very core: "and guest".  Oh yes my friends, thank you so very much for inviting me to your wedding and offering to allow me to bring a date.  Here's the thing--I AM SINGLE.  So now, not only do I have to celebrate the fact that you've found true love, but I also have to make sure that I have appropriate man-candy to show off at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/6741616940936205368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=6741616940936205368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6741616940936205368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/6741616940936205368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-worst-words.html' title='The Two Worst Words'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-1928657195915582741</id><published>2009-07-15T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:12:20.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical accompaniment to B's Post</title><summary type='text'>Jammin - Bob MarleyI couldn't resist!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/1928657195915582741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=1928657195915582741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1928657195915582741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/1928657195915582741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/musical-accompaniment-to-bs-post.html' title='Musical accompaniment to B&apos;s Post'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-5562930245123783377</id><published>2009-07-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:22:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Talk</title><summary type='text'>There is a new phrase that has come across my vocabulary. I find it quite useful when describing to friends, parents, or co-workers about how you spent your weekends.M &amp; I were raised in traditional Southern households. We were taught to say "yes ma'am" and "no sir", "please" and "thank you." We were also instructed to never use cuss words or have a foul mouth. It was not uncommon to name your "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/5562930245123783377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=5562930245123783377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5562930245123783377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/5562930245123783377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-talk.html' title='Lady Talk'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sl0SylIFnEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H2x_2DnvuvQ/s72-c/SuperStock_1804R-12364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-2275582258036601163</id><published>2009-07-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:16:45.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>20 Things Every Woman Should Do Before She Gets Married</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- /metatools --&gt;                                                               Live by herself for at least a year.Live with someone else for at least a year.Recover from a broken heart.Have a vacation fling.Take a road-trip with a group of girlfriends.Relish sleeping in a queen-sized bed by herself.Get her finances in order.Learn to love her body.Have sex with at least one person she’d never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/feeds/2275582258036601163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4022993070989741590&amp;postID=2275582258036601163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2275582258036601163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4022993070989741590/posts/default/2275582258036601163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellesraisinghell.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-things-every-woman-should-do-before.html' title='20 Things Every Woman Should Do Before She Gets Married'/><author><name>Belles Raising Hell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509005041917352086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssfdUoc76TM/Sotqh4MO_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/QfdGtFOo0ko/S220/2osb.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4022993070989741590.post-6548948092321956504</id><published>2009-07-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:58:37.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debutant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Here goes nothing!</title><summary type='text'>I'm never going out with 26 year olds again... -KAnd so it begins ladies and gentlemen. This is the blog you had no idea you've been waiting for. Two single, employed, southern belles out and about living life and trying to have a good time. Are we too much of a good time? Our friend K certainly thinks so. 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