<?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-3243027893423999704</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:01:01.348-07:00</updated><category term='winner'/><category term='Sarah MacLean'/><category term='Gatsby'/><category term='heat'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='six word memoir contest'/><category term='DRAMA'/><category term='worthy causes'/><category term='party'/><category term='The Season'/><category term='birthday present'/><category term='inner beauty'/><category term='teen fiction'/><title type='text'>All That Glitters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-3156301176722333514</id><published>2009-03-30T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:56:00.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six word memoir contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>And the Winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SdF1TYXw70I/AAAAAAAAACI/YG2H6mzemgw/s1600-h/ribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SdF1TYXw70I/AAAAAAAAACI/YG2H6mzemgw/s320/ribbons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319161610721357634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, my dearies, thank you oh-so-very muchly for the good show re: my birthday contest. I loved reading all of your memoirs. I laughed, I cried, it was better than "The Hills." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Speaking of which, who's watching the special "Season 5 launch event" ridiculousness tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Yeah, I probably will, too. ::cringe::)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that it was VAIR VAIR close, in the end, but my fave memoir ultimately was: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't need a boy for fun,"&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LittleMissAngel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo hoo! Sing it, sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email your deets to me (goldengirl@bradfordprep.com) asap, darling, and we'll get your loverly copy of THE SEASON out to you! Congrats on the big win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to throw in an honorable mention for Sarcastic Heart, with: "I will stop procrastinating soon. Tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And GUESS WHAT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a pressie for Ms. Sarky Heart, too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you send along your contact info, I will promptly mail out a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;signed&lt;/span&gt; copy of BREAKFAST AT BLOOMINGDALE'S by Kristen Kemp just for you, you, you! Another of my fave reads; you're going to lurve it, I swears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SdF2xOdl4lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zW62gAU8iSM/s1600-h/kristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SdF2xOdl4lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zW62gAU8iSM/s320/kristen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319163222969147986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; for a consolation prize?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next year, pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243027893423999704-3156301176722333514?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/3156301176722333514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=3156301176722333514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/3156301176722333514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/3156301176722333514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is...'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SdF1TYXw70I/AAAAAAAAACI/YG2H6mzemgw/s72-c/ribbons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-8261241643243908889</id><published>2009-03-26T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:43:19.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah MacLean'/><title type='text'>Birthday Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/Sc1PtQFfgcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z82eWz44q40/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/Sc1PtQFfgcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z82eWz44q40/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317994373825135042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, girlies, as promised, I've got the inside scoop from the veriest of authors, Sarah MacLean! Isn't that just the bestest birthday present ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that, but Sarah has given me a signed copy of her FABULICIOUS book, "The Season," which I will be passing along to the winner of my 6 word memoir contest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever it was that said that it's better to give than to receive CLEARLY never had access to the best of both worlds, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah won me over with her writing skills, but she sealed the deal with her love of lip balm and sunglasses. Girl knows about looking sharp! So without further ado, here's Sarah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Sarah! Thanks and smooches for agreeing to stop by in honor of my birthday! You're the bestest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've just started reading "The Season" and *love, love, love* the idea that teen girls deal with the same drama (I mean...srsly!) no matter when and where in time we find ourselves. It's obvs that you agree, so I have to ask--what was it that first attracted you to historical fiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Spence, I'm so excited to hang out! And...thanks for the love for "The Season!"  You're totally right...it doesn't matter when or where...teen girls are always going to have drama, whether from boys, or parents, or besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably part of the reason why I love historical fiction--the sense that I'm not alone...and that I haven't been alone for centuries. Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet had unrequited love, Elizabeth &amp;amp; Darcy struggled to find each other, and don't even get me started on the Cupid &amp;amp; Psyche family drama.  Great historical fiction takes you out of your everyday and plops you down in a new time and a new place...with characters who fast become great friends because you understand them so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and, sure, all great books do this...but historical fiction has the added bonus of hot boys in cravats and riding boots.  or armor.  or togas. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yum indeed! So, in what ways is writing a historical romance different than writing a contemporary romance, in your opinion? How much research did you have to do in order to stay true to period details? Did anything you learned while researching surprise you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm of the school that, at its core, romance is romance...whether Regency or Medieval or Modern Day, it's about capturing that tension between two characters who are destined to be together and showing the growth and the evolution of one of the most amazing things in the world--love. It doesn't matter if the hero is Mr. Knightley or the boy next door.  Although, for the record, Knightley was the boy next door.  I meant the boy next door to you.  Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, the biggest difference (more than the lack of texting, IMing and cellphones) is the clandestine nature of historical romance.  In contemporary romance the hero and heroine can go on a date, or smooch in public, or dance more than three dances in an evening without making the cover of US Weekly and being forced to marry.  Immediately.  In historical, smooching has to happen under the radar...which can make it way more fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spent most of my life reading books either from or about the Regency, so the history came pretty easily for me, but whenever I had a question, thanks to the magic of the Internet and some remarkable nonfiction authors who came long before me, answers were never too far away. I did spend some incredible time in the New York Public Library reading the Times of London from the Spring and Summer of 1815, which turned up WAY more fascinating story ideas than I could ever use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, scandalicious, no doubt! What's the most romantical thing a guy has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My husband and I met at a wedding, but he lived in Cali and I lived here in NYC, and despite my having a serious crush on him, we struck up a long-distance friendship over IM.  For years.  Three of them.  We never talked by phone or saw each other...we just IMed.  Every day.  Like losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then, September 11th happened.  And Eric wasn't sure where I worked in New York, and the phone lines were down, and I wasn't online and he couldn't find me.  And on September 13th he called me to tell me that he was through not knowing where I was.  And that he was moving to New York.  To be with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that was pretty romantical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squee! I'll say! I cannot EVEN! Well, you've got the perfect guy, obvs, so what's your idea of the perfect date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm easy.  A yummy dinner out and a long walk home filled with conversation and laughter and smooching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That sounds like a winning combo, def! What are some of your fave romance novels--the ones you could read over and over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH...so hard!  I could make a seriously obnoxiously long list...but I will stick to my fave five.  Warning...some of these are naughtier than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;Just Listen&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Sarah Dessen.  Owen is adorable.  I want to cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;Devil in Winter&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Lisa Kleypas.  Sebastian is wicked.  Yes, Please.&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;The Black Lyon&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Jude Deveraux.  Oh, my, Medieval Knight.&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;/span&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Jane Austen.  Mr. Darcy can ardently admire and love me any time he wants.&lt;br /&gt;5.  T&lt;/span&gt;he Duke and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Julia Quinn. The first in Julia's Bridgerton Series, which is charming and funny and exactly what Regency romance should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the recommendations! We Bradford girlies like things naughty, you know! And as you may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; know, I'm the distant relative of the ORIGINAL Golden Girl, Grace Kelly. Since you're CLEARLY a romance buff, do you have a favorite Grace Kelly love scene? If so, which one is it, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the scene in the dark in TO CATCH A THIEF when she kisses the tips of Cary Grant's fingers.  Hands down.  Oh. My.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le sigh. Le swoon. Good choice! And finally, who would you choose as the "Most Iconic Couple" of all time? (Mine would be Princess Grace and Prince Albert, for obvious reasons. ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward.  My favorite quote of all time is his response to a question about infidelity: "Why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home?" Why, indeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I while I'm not particularly advocating comparing your girl to a piece of meat, it's true that that's definitely the sentiment a gal wants from her dude. Thanks again to Sarah, for stopping by and weighing in on books, boys, and romance--three of my favorite things in honor of my special day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243027893423999704-8261241643243908889?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8261241643243908889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=8261241643243908889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/8261241643243908889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/8261241643243908889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-book-club.html' title='Birthday Book Club'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/Sc1PtQFfgcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z82eWz44q40/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-6081917606431017097</id><published>2009-03-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:36:49.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Contest Update!!</title><content type='html'>Dearest friendlies, apparently my blog comments have been on the fritz for quite a few days. No wonder it's been so quiet hereabouts. I got my techie to fix, and it's all better now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But next time, SPEAK UP, dearies! If one of you had tweeted me or left a note on my FB wall, I'd have had this fixed PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I've decided to give you a little extra time to send me your 6-word memoirs, because Mads, Paige, Reegs, and I are just having So. Much. Fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The NEW deadline for my birthday contest is this FRIDAY, March 27. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besos!&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;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/3243027893423999704-6081917606431017097?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6081917606431017097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=6081917606431017097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6081917606431017097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6081917606431017097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-contest-update_24.html' title='Birthday Contest Update!!'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-6227170171115008884</id><published>2009-03-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:38:27.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah MacLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRAMA'/><title type='text'>Birthday contest update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScgaAkF87qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b2VbX4fpCBM/s1600-h/season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScgaAkF87qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b2VbX4fpCBM/s320/season.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316527957101833890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, hello, my prettiest:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to thank you all so muchly for your hilarious and creative six word memoir entries for my birthday contest. TRES with the veriness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only concern at this point is how in the world I will ever be able to pick one BEST entry for my loverly prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; loverly prize it is! For realsies! Wanna get the scoop? Read on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, I love me some fairy-tale style romance. So it's only NATURAL that I'd be all about the new book "The Season" by Sarah MacLean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Side note: I know you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but COME ON. That cover is divine-itude to the power of X.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Season" is all about three gor-JUS besties who love fashion and parties and all things high-life related (hmmm...now why does that sound so familiar? LOL). They are big-time debs coming out for the first time in fancified England--and you KNOW it's extra posh-tastic since it's all historical and like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ball-gowns, horse-drawn carriages, and gentleman callers. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swoon&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those old-tyme debs liked their dramz, let me tell you. Sounds like they would have fit in PERFECTLY at Bradford Prep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;provided they learned how to use iChat, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, darlings, in honor of my VERY SPECIAL day, the delightful and ah-MAH-zing Sarah MacLean has donated a signed copy of "The Season" for me to give away at my most discretionary discretion. AND she'll be doing a little Q&amp;amp;A for us this Wednesday in honor of the contest wrap up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN YOU EVEN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MUCH VERINESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SQUEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. My goodness. All of this excitement has left me rather flushed. Which I'm sure the friendlies of "The Season"would tell me is not very dignified at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please to excuse me while I pull myself together. And get with the posting so that YOU will be entered to win this fabbity book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hugs and)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Spence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243027893423999704-6227170171115008884?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6227170171115008884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=6227170171115008884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6227170171115008884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6227170171115008884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-contest-update.html' title='Birthday contest update!'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScgaAkF87qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b2VbX4fpCBM/s72-c/season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-7549186579443382123</id><published>2009-03-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:59:36.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Happy Returns--for YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScFsqs0c-1I/AAAAAAAAABw/3wtnjNBGruc/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScFsqs0c-1I/AAAAAAAAABw/3wtnjNBGruc/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314648516115364690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hello there, my veriest of friendlies! Depending on your friendship veriosity scale, you MAY be aware that today is my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee! Happy happy to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, in all honesty, would certainly be exciting enough on its own. BUT WAIT—there's more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of my most special-est of days, I am running a contest for all of YOU! Have you heard of "six word memoirs?" They are hi-larious (brevity, wit, etc., etc.). If I were to write my own, it might go a little something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dating Mr. Big Man on Campus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It Girl loves life and love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Spencer plus besties rule the school!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geddit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six words. Your life. Get creative, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you post a six word memoir of your own here in the comments of this very blog post, sometime between now and next Wednesday, 3/25, midnight EDT, you could win! My BFFs and I will choose our fav and send the winner something loverly, fantastic, and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swearsies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I believe there's a red velvet layer cake with my name on it (literally)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3243027893423999704-7549186579443382123?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7549186579443382123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=7549186579443382123&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/7549186579443382123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/7549186579443382123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-happy-returns-for-you.html' title='Many Happy Returns--for YOU!'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/ScFsqs0c-1I/AAAAAAAAABw/3wtnjNBGruc/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-7269068329519615596</id><published>2009-03-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:31:09.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthy causes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen fiction'/><title type='text'>Pretty Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SbU2BpsHh3I/AAAAAAAAABo/822rc8UhPSc/s1600-h/NOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SbU2BpsHh3I/AAAAAAAAABo/822rc8UhPSc/s320/NOB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311210737552033650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi friendlies:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some of the weekend catching up on my reading, and just had to post about this amazing contest being run by teen author Justina Chen Headley. Her new book, "North of Beautiful," just came out in February and is so, so good. Here's the description from Amazon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard not to notice Terra Cooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's tall, blond, and has an enviable body. But with one turn of her cheek, all people notice is her unmistakably "flawed" face. Terra secretly plans to leave her stifling small town in the Northwest and escape to an East Coast college, but gets pushed off-course by her controlling father. With her carefully laid plans disrupted, will Terra be able to find her true path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know--so good, right? Read it now, people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as if the book weren't fantabulous enough on its own, author Justina is running a way-cool contest for readers. Upload your own "true beauty" video to YouTube, and she'll donate $10 (up to $1000 total) to fund reconstructive surgery for children in third-world countries born with cleft palates. Justina has uploaded her own video, which you can check out&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/northofbeautiful"&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As someone who spends plenty of time on the primping and pampering, I can tell you that this book--and Justina--deliver the goods about staying pretty on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the book--and the vids--as much as I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3243027893423999704-7269068329519615596?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/7269068329519615596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=7269068329519615596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/7269068329519615596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/7269068329519615596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-things.html' title='Pretty Things'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SbU2BpsHh3I/AAAAAAAAABo/822rc8UhPSc/s72-c/NOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-8043640921352174120</id><published>2008-08-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:51:46.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discretion . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . is the better part of friendliness. From hereon in, the VIPs label shall be applied to any friends-locked post. Dish to your hearts’ content, my dearies—we’ll be the only ones in there. Kinda like a private table at the trendiest club, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;And, no offense to the rest of you. The Kellys are all about dignity and privacy. There's no need to overshare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location:&lt;/span&gt; the screening room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filmography:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;status:&lt;/span&gt; switching to a more private channel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243027893423999704-8043640921352174120?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/8043640921352174120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=8043640921352174120&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/8043640921352174120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/8043640921352174120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2008/08/discretion.html' title='Discretion . . .'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243027893423999704.post-6075620683507885377</id><published>2008-08-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:47:53.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatsby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>Friendlies:&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven’t noticed, the city is about to go up in smoke. Seriously, it’s crazy-hot.&lt;br /&gt;As such, there is only one reasonable solution:&lt;br /&gt;Swank pool party at the Four Seasons!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Noon until the Champers runs dry. (As if! Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a Gatsby theme, so please break out your palm fronds, pearls, and your best 1920’s bathing beauty suits. Retro is the word, everything old is new again.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell you that this bash is not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;BYO smokes, though, if you’re so inclined. (Do I really need to remind you that lung cancer is NOT one bit chic?) While we will have authentic cigarette girls at this gathering, they will be only be passing out canapés and paper fans—all the better to gossip behind, my dearies.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming to and end; let’s go out with a splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smoochsweets.com"&gt;Smooch&lt;/a&gt;, trying to stay cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tummy:&lt;/span&gt; full of gelato-y goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood:&lt;/span&gt; overheated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243027893423999704-6075620683507885377?l=goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/feeds/6075620683507885377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243027893423999704&amp;postID=6075620683507885377&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6075620683507885377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243027893423999704/posts/default/6075620683507885377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldengirlspencer.blogspot.com/2008/08/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>GoldenGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811614542022571942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5dEKunAu9A/SRy7aoVCpWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4hRNj7PZu7w/S220/Spencer+headshot+small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
