<?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-18881450</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:42.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Loud Designs</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog for Get Loud Designs! Learn more about me, my designs, and what's new in my on-line shop. My shop is powered by CafePress so you know you are getting top quality t-shirts, mugs, and over 70+ other fantastic gifts for yourself. friends, and family!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-114313926538484282</id><published>2006-03-23T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:14:50.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying Yang Twins</title><content type='html'>Uh, okay nothin to do with the shop....I just love the CD. Someone gave it to my husband and he hates it, so he gave it to me. Said he figured I'd like it cause I like that kinda shit....lol. Well, he's right. I freakiin' love it. I don't care if you all like it or not and don't leave me dirty comments about the language and words they use for females either. I'm not asking you to listen to it. Thanks. :) That damn CD has been in my CD player for days...and I can listen to it from beginning to end. That sure as hell doesn't happen often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the old Bon Jovi CD too. Well, not the old one...someone stole some of my CD's and that was one of them so I got one with the best hits. Bed of Roses, Bad Medicine, Always...all the good old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, guess that's about it. later ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-114313926538484282?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/114313926538484282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=114313926538484282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/114313926538484282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/114313926538484282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/03/ying-yang-twins.html' title='Ying Yang Twins'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113998020879175597</id><published>2006-02-14T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:32:08.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day. Git Yer Gear Ya' Hear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://logo.cafepress.com/2/3245785.1141002.jpg?r=632755476266420617"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://logo.cafepress.com/2/3245785.1141002.jpg?r=632755476266420617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://logo.cafepress.com/3/3245785.1142323.jpg?r=632755476266420617"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://logo.cafepress.com/3/3245785.1142323.jpg?r=632755476266420617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patricks day is coming round. Do you have a hot shirt to wear to don a little bit of that gorgeous green? Both designs have those lucky four leaf clovers floating in the background. Both are exclusive to Get Loud Designs! Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1142323"&gt;red head Irish beauty&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1141002"&gt;irresistable Irish brunette&lt;/a&gt; . Cheers to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113998020879175597?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113998020879175597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113998020879175597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113998020879175597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113998020879175597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/02/st-patricks-day-git-yer-gear-ya-hear.html' title='St. Patricks Day. Git Yer Gear Ya&apos; Hear?'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113881401483825745</id><published>2006-02-01T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:57:58.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://prodtn.cafepress.com/nocache/4/46023174_F_tn.jpg?r=632743817915912504"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://prodtn.cafepress.com/nocache/4/46023174_F_tn.jpg?r=632743817915912504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're havin' fun meetin' and greetin'. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/get_loud_designs"&gt;Come join us!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a little more about the creator of Get Loud Designs! Don't forget to check out our newest shirts including this one&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1166945"&gt;," Stop whining and do something about it. Yeah, I'm talking to you.".  &lt;/a&gt;Specially made for all the people you know that just can't seem to shut their mouth and stop complaining and do something to better themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113881401483825745?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113881401483825745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113881401483825745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113881401483825745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113881401483825745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-my-new-friends.html' title='Meet My New Friends'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113782679163227598</id><published>2006-01-21T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:54:47.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooohoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Photo0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Photo0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey mama. Just for you. Even Elvis is a part of this thing, remember??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now and Forever Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can you believe the times we've shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the stunts we've pulled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;or the people we've feared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So many laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and smiles together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So many moments when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you made my life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How do I repay you for being the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that always stood by me when no one else would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are still times I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;of how silly we were...the armadillo in the toilet, and getting lost in the woods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even better to me were the talks we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and crazy Elvis, he drove me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you for listening to my never ending stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you for always being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love you Candice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now and Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No other words could put it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Latisha Valles 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missed you girl! They can't hold us back now...we're back. HaHa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113782679163227598?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113782679163227598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113782679163227598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113782679163227598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113782679163227598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/01/woooooohoooooooo.html' title='Woooooohoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113708075900830409</id><published>2006-01-12T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:48:27.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For real???</title><content type='html'>Um, yesterday was the longest damn day I have ever had...in my life. Up until about 7 o'clock I thought "Wow, at least the day is almost over." WRONG!!! My brother calls and asks me if I'm going anywhere. I tell him, " No ". He tells me to stay home 'cause they'll be here in a little bit. Okay. My dad lives an hour away but he makes the drive just to come see us quite often...I really didn't think anything of it. So, 7pm rolls around and they get here. We hug and kiss, yeah yeah, all that good stuff. Then my dad looks at me, Totally serious and asks me if I'll babysit. I'm like, "What?"...."Babysit who?", as my youngest brother is 14 and my sister is 17. He's still dead serious and asks me again. I still don't have a clue what the hell he's talking about. I hear something about 8 months...nothing else really goes through my mind....at this point I just thought he was nuts and I told him "hell, no I'm not babysitting for 8 months"...LOL. Him and my brother and sister start smiling. He says ," No, I mean in 8 months when the baby gets here.".......................(this my complete and utter silence)..................until I say, "&lt;em&gt;Shutup!!! "( That's not a rude thing in my family. It's actually quite commomn since all we do is joke...we never know when to believe someone :) ). &lt;/em&gt;After much convincing, I know he's not joking around...as usual. Sooooooo, he's expecting with his girlfriend. I'm going to have a little brother or sister!!! I'm so excited for him. He seems genuinly happy and excited, although he said he is very nervous, considering the fact that he's 42 and didn't think he'd have to raise any more children. He'll be alright though. He's a great father. I love that man. I've never met his girlfriend, but I've talked to her on the phone. She only speaks spanish...guess I'm gonna have to brush up on that...LOL. I know she has one child, a boy who's 2 years old. She was nice. She's 26. That's a little wierd but I don't think it'll matter. Age doesn't say too much about people nowadays. So that's the story. Wow. Crazier seeing it written down. But I'll take it. And I'll take that cute little baby that's on his/her way now. Guess I will be babysitting afterall. ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113708075900830409?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113708075900830409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113708075900830409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113708075900830409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113708075900830409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-real.html' title='For real???'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113683119235627051</id><published>2006-01-09T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:58:39.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Think of Me" Poem for The Perfect Valentine's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/9/42395979_F_store.jpg?r=632723978360780549"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/9/42395979_F_store.jpg?r=632723978360780549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for the perfect Valentines gift for the one you love? This shirt is so sweet, no one can resist it! Guys get one a couple of sizes too big for your girlfriend to add to the effect. Trust me , you won't find another gift that will make her smile from ear to ear. It's also perfect for anyone that has loved ones in the military , overseas, or just living in different city or state. This simple little shirt will become someone's most treasured gift. The poem reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wear this tee as a reminder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the love I have for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're feeling sad or down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's your reason to not be blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I am not always near,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know that I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always have this shirt to wear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you can't feel my touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Latisha Valles 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1087354?pid=3245785"&gt;Get this sweet poem on a shirt here&lt;/a&gt; or, (perfect for girls), &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1087346?pid=3245785"&gt; get the unique heart shaped version of the poem here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113683119235627051?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113683119235627051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113683119235627051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113683119235627051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113683119235627051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/01/think-of-me-poem-for-perfect.html' title='&quot;Think of Me&quot; Poem for The Perfect Valentine&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113683040433114086</id><published>2006-01-09T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:13:24.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick it, Eat it, Treat it Good, on V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/5/42464445_F_store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/5/42464445_F_store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOOOohhhhhhhh...Yummy. Chocolate covered strawberries are given new life as the center piece of this &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; Valentine's Day Tee. Who can resist a hot girl in a shirt that says, "Lick it, Eat it, Treat it Good...on V-Day"? &lt;em&gt;Nobody.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1088855?pid=3245785"&gt;Get One Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You also check out the version for guys! &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1088804?pid=3245785"&gt;"Lick it, Suck it, Treat it Good...on V-Day&lt;/a&gt;"....get one for your boyfriend,  ladies...they will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113683040433114086?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113683040433114086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113683040433114086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113683040433114086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113683040433114086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2006/01/lick-it-eat-it-treat-it-good-on-v-day.html' title='Lick it, Eat it, Treat it Good, on V-Day'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113609159258412416</id><published>2005-12-31T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:58:28.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the first year that I have been home on New Years Eve. The normal schedule is meeting my entire family (extended and all) at someones house and having  a grand ol' time.  Lots of food and lots of drinks. Lots of kids and lots of love.  I think my family may buy out 1/2 of the firework stands here.LOL. We know how to have fun. This year is a little different. My husbands busy, had some gigs today...one is from 10 to 12am. So,  I'm here with my two kiddos (who are asleep now of course). I thought it would really suck, you know? Who wants to be stuck at home today? But it's turned out to be a very restful evening. Been a long time since I was able to just sit for hours and listen to music. And really, that's all I've done. For me, that's a pretty darn good time...lol. Got the Kelly Clarkson and Mariah Carey CD's today. Love Mariah. She's curvy and she's biracial...I can relate to that. Listening to Kelly Clarkson right now. There's a song on here called "Addicted". Heard it? God, it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good. I heard it earlier but I was just doing a quick scan through. When I went back and listened to it I hit repeat. That was about an hour ago. : ) Don't like some of these songs but the girl &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; sing. Anyway.Gotta think about my resolution. Last years was to always try to see things from other perspectives, not just my own. I kept it and had a happier year because of that. So I'll stick with it and come up with another. Happy New Years  everybody. Make this one a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113609159258412416?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113609159258412416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113609159258412416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113609159258412416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113609159258412416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113571602159345431</id><published>2005-12-27T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:40:21.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation at Last</title><content type='html'>My sister called yesterday. Said my dad and my uncle were going to San Antonio to eat. He wanted me and the kids to go.....so we went. Turned out it was better than I thought. I mean, my dad shows up here to pick us up and of course Erika and Josh are with him but so is my mom. This week is getting stanger and stranger. It was like old times. All of piled into one vehicle... : ) We went to my grandmas house which is on the way, and then it turns out my uncle, my grandma, and my aunt and two of her daughters and her son are coming too. We drove all the way to Rays to eat tacos...(we go alot to eat puffy tacos), and when we get there, they're closed. So we go to Pico de Gallo, this amazing mexican restaurant close to the Riverwalk. We finish eating and go walk for about an hour. The Christmas lights are still up (lights cover every tree along the riverwalk) and it's night &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; it's cool. It was perfect. Of course,  my husband was busy but still, I had a wonderful time with my family. It was pretty surreal to be walking and look back and see my mom and dad walking together. Great stuff. And my grandma had a great time. I love that lady. Anyway, yesterday was magic...today has some of the lingering effect, but by tomorrow it'll be gone. Gotta make another trip like that. Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113571602159345431?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113571602159345431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113571602159345431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113571602159345431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113571602159345431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/relaxation-at-last.html' title='Relaxation at Last'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113562855337594264</id><published>2005-12-26T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:22:33.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Project156.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Project156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this plastic card. It's blurry but you all can still make it out. I've seen them before...very sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113562855337594264?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113562855337594264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113562855337594264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113562855337594264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113562855337594264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-reminder.html' title='A Little Reminder'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113561974095045539</id><published>2005-12-26T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:55:40.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Had A Great Time</title><content type='html'>Christmas was really wonderful this year. It was different, but it was wonderful. This was the first year that my dad's family split up instead of going to my great grandmas house. It was a little wierd at first, but it nice to spend it with the people that I'm closest to. And after 6 long years, my mom amd dad were both in the same place...there with all of us.The kids had a great time playing with their cousins Serena, Isaac, and  Justin. Alot of them were still missing but they had to be with their daddy. They're all about the same age so it's fun to watch them interact. The next little generation. Pretty neat. We talked a little about Michael and Steven, Grandpa and Frank...but it was quick. Short and sweet. Good thoughts only. : )  I'm still recovering from all the fun and excitement. But now my house is a total mess which means  a long day of cleaning. That's supposed to be done today, but my dad called and wants to go to San Antonio to eat lunch/dinner...so the cleaning will be finished tomorrow. No big deal. Husbands being very sneaky. He was looking at a business card and i asked him what it was. He said, " I tell you everything, but this I just can't tell you." Hmmm.........He keeps asking about wedding rings. My daughter lost mine. I had it off in the jewelry box and she climed up and got it. Found &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; else except that. I think she flushed it or something. We've searched everywhere but nothing has turned up. When we went shopping at the mall he kept going into these jewelry stores looking at sets. I told him I didn't want another. I want &lt;em&gt;mine.&lt;/em&gt; Maybe it'll turn up. Anyway, I think he bought a new ring set. So sweet. Kinda sad though. Mine was so pretty. Well, I'm off to make a pot of coffee. I think I'll need the whole pot too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113561974095045539?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113561974095045539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113561974095045539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113561974095045539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113561974095045539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-great-time.html' title='Had A Great Time'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113530532143677729</id><published>2005-12-22T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:10:23.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Bored Too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Project155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Project155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin' bored right now. House is clean, dishes are washed, kids are fast asleep, and here I am on the stupid computer again. This thing is addictive I tell ya'. I have a shop called &lt;a href="http://www.getlouddesigns.com"&gt;Get Loud Designs &lt;/a&gt;that is run by Cafepress. I've been messing with it since...July, I believe. Lot's of work, lots of trial and error, and &lt;em&gt;lots &lt;/em&gt;of help! I just can't pry myself away from it either. But it's fun and I enjoy it so I keep at it. I've always loved art. Drawing, painting, anything that will let me be creative and express what I love and in a small way reveal a little about who I am. It's nice to have a place to put it all and let people take something home with them if they so choose. Aside from the art stuff, I have a great many interests. Almost too many for one person to have and be able to enjoy. Reading is hobby that I really don't have the time to enjoy as much anymore...okay, I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have the time, but I'm here...on the computer..LOL. I like to read mysteries and suspense novels. I'll read anything by Stephen King. My favorite book ever is A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. It's a bout a family in India and the struggles they have living day to day. There is no way to do this book justice by trying to describe it, you just have to go read it! I love theater. I love to watch it and I love to be &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; it. Acting is such a powerful form of expression. The rush from applauding audiences is amazing and it really makes me feel so good to know that you've entertained people to their satisfaction. In highschool I was in Advanced Productions and we did thhis Christmas comedy. It was fantasic, it really was. I was this little old lady under a robe that would go into the toy stores searching for this toy for her grandson. Under the robe I had on a beautiful dress and a halo type thing. At the end I took off the robe to reveal I was really the Christmas fairy....LOL. Every one in that class was awesome and we all really loved what we were doing. The picture above is from the end of '98. Most of us are in there. So after we finish at the first school on our second ay (this was a week long 'trip' to all of the elementaries) we go to lunch and our teacher, Mrs. Major, tells us a beautiful story about a boy that was mentally and physically disabled. He had not said one word the entire school year, but after we finished our little play he said, "Santa". No kidding, every one of us sat so still and quiet. It's like we didn't want to kill the moment. We just sat and thought about that for what seemed like forever. There is no feeling like knowing you have really touched a child and opened up his world by just doing what you love. One of those things you'll never forget. Ah, and there's music. I can listen to the radio or my CD's &lt;em&gt;all day long&lt;/em&gt;. No kidding. I really don't tire of it at all. Aerosmith I love. My fav. song is Amazing. Kid Rock is great. Eminem has that song, 'Who I Am'. That's a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; song. I like all types of music and I love to sing too. Can't shut me up actually. I was in choir, art, and theater all through school...until I graduated. Choir was much funner at McCallum Highschool. Our shows were cabaret's. It was a &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; . We danced, we sang, we entertained. God, I loved it. After I moved to Leander I stuck with it but that school was more of the traditional choir music. Slightly boring with the occasional gem thrown in there. Even did the private voice lessons. Oh and I talk alot too. Which is why this post that was supposed to be short and just something to do quickly turned into a friggin' book. I'm fairly sure I bored you but...now &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; not bored anymore.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113530532143677729?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113530532143677729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113530532143677729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113530532143677729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113530532143677729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-you-bored-too.html' title='Are You Bored Too?'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113502481345853344</id><published>2005-12-19T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:04:03.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is My Other Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/7/33505897_F_store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/7/33505897_F_store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Music has always been a huge part of my life. There are certain songs that really stick to you and have deep meaning attatched to them. Five years down the road you hear that song, and with it comes a flood of emotions and memories that seem like they happened only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Some get you through the hardest times in your life, don't they? Some bring back the sweetest childhood memories. Some bring anger and hate that's harder to push away when you hear someone singing the words that you wish you could say. And then there are some that are so beautiful that you can make love while listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;Music, unlike people, can help you without judging you. You can always turn on the radio or pop in a CD and turn it off when you want to. You can't shut someone up so easily. ; )&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that rush through your body when you're hearing a song that does it for you is like your first kiss, but better, because you get the same feeling &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; you hear it. If you love music as much as I do, check out these shirts. There's one for the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/888600"&gt;ladies&lt;/a&gt; and one for the &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns.com/888660"&gt;men&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My Escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Beautiful Harmonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;colliding together and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;piercing through my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;soul. My heart beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;faster as the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pounds. My soul escapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;leaving me in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oblivion. Tragic notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;echo the sadness I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;feeling. I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and slip myself into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a peaceful state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Understanding that I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;always have a passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for music, even if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Latisha Valles 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113502481345853344?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113502481345853344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113502481345853344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113502481345853344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113502481345853344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-is-my-other-lover.html' title='Music is My Other Lover'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113458486120003732</id><published>2005-12-14T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:28:20.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God Can Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Project152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Project152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They're gorgeous aren't they? Meet Michael and Steven, my brother's. They're locked up. Will be for quite some time. Sadly, we know they are wrongly convicted. They were charged for seperate crimes, and no, they did not 'get in trouble' together. But they did end up having the same judge, 'coincidentally'. Lawyers told them if they took a deal it would be quicker and easier. After someone has sat in jail for a year I'm sure those deals start to sound better and better. From the last 214 wrongly convicted people, 59% of errors were from eye witnesses. The other 'mistakes' were from false informants,official misconduct, and false confessions. I realize those may seem like small numbers to you, but when it's one of your loved ones those small numbers take on a whole new meaning. For anyone going through a similar situation, my heart is with you. I know what you are going through and you are not alone. There are support groups and other services you can take advantage of to give yourself some hope and a little bit of comfort. &lt;a href="http://www.prisonet.com"&gt;Prisonet.com&lt;/a&gt; is a great place to start. When peole ask what what Michael and Steven did, I say, "nothing". People will only judge, and I believe &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1030784"&gt;God is our only judge&lt;/a&gt;. This holiday season never get's easier. It's quite obvious there are people missing when we get together. None of Steven's smart ass comment's or Michael's funny jokes. But we love them and we miss them terribly. We think about them daily and always keep them in our prayer's. We know that God is walking with them and they are never really alone. If you take one thing with you after reading this let it be this: Please do not judge people before you know their story. People have real life issues to deal with and when things happen they aren't thinking about being 'nice' to everyone. Maybe the guy that works at the corner store just lost a family member or that bratty little kid has an alcoholic parent. You just never know. But if you're the one person that say's "hi" and smiles at them you may just brighten their day the tiniest bit. Think about it and then do it. Live it, even beyond this holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113458486120003732?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113458486120003732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113458486120003732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113458486120003732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113458486120003732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-god-can-judge.html' title='Only God Can Judge'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113427684218940755</id><published>2005-12-10T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:51:53.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Fuck! (Gasp!) Stop The Insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/1/40614071_F_store.jpg?r=632698441656702400"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/1/40614071_F_store.jpg?r=632698441656702400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodness gracious I am &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of hearing all of these dirty words coming out of everybody's mouth. So,...you know what's coming, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get Loud Designs Presents...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Swear Free Tees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out. Say for instance you're a "Son of a bitch" kind of person. Well here to the left is the shirt for you. &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1046060"&gt;"Son of a motherless goat"&lt;/a&gt; . Cut that nasty language out and start saying these hilarious spoofs on all the vulgar words of our beautiful English language. Your friends will want them and people on the street will either look at you like you're a freak, or ask you what the hell your shirt means. But most...most are gonna laugh. And we all need a laugh don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/7/40523087_F_store.jpg?r=632698433475815194"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand;" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/7/40523087_F_store.jpg?r=632698433475815194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK...not really the "Son of a bitch" kind of person? How about "Jesus Christ"? I admit, I've said it &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; to many times when I should have never said it all...unless you're praying of course. But that's, um, not what we are doing here, is it? So check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/1048837"&gt;"Cheese and Rice!"&lt;/a&gt; LOL...Take a minute to &lt;a href="http://www.getlouddesigns.com"&gt;browse the store&lt;/a&gt; too, because there are lots more for you to have fun with and wear with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy one for every day of the week and really make a statement! Or get one for that potty mouthed kid you know that doesn't know when to turn it off. Roll them up and stick them in a stocking... They'll love them. I do. As a matter of fact, yesterday on Conan O'Brian (late night talk show), his guest Tina Fey, from Saturday Night Live, was talking about this very thing! But she says, "bologna". Hmmm. Maybe that one will be next....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113427684218940755?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113427684218940755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113427684218940755' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113427684218940755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113427684218940755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-fuck-gasp-stop-insanity.html' title='What The Fuck! (Gasp!) Stop The Insanity.'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113384753083710615</id><published>2005-12-05T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:54:19.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Word Art...Check it out!</title><content type='html'>The hottest thing for sure. A sweet and passionate poem about the romantic affairs of any couple on the street. Love poetry? Love art? Wear both at the same time. Poem reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A deep feeling consumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my body from within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A feeling of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pure happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arms wrapped around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and clinging to my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passion tears through my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind, body, and soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intertwining us as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The warmth of the closeness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of your body, a sweet sensation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bringing with it the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;understanding of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Latisha Valles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makes a &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; gift for those people that seem to have it all. Unique and fun, everyone will want one.&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns.39820569"&gt; Click here to get it now&lt;/a&gt; .Enjoy! ~Latisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113384753083710615?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113384753083710615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113384753083710615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113384753083710615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113384753083710615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/butterfly-word-artcheck-it-out.html' title='Butterfly Word Art...Check it out!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113363954771553101</id><published>2005-12-03T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:47:03.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Project113.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Project113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are your little angels sent from above? Even with all the yelling and screaming and tantrums that go on around here, nothing could ever replace the spot in my heart that these two kiddos occupy. There is a love there that is stromger than anything I have ever felt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas is the greatest time of year for me. I am religious, but for me this season is about even more than Christ. Granted this holiday season has become a huge marketing ploy, but I jump in just like everyone else! I have my private time to reflect and pray and remember why I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have it so good now. But as a child some of my fondest memories are going out to the tree farm in Elgin and cutting our own tree, drinking hot chocolate together and watching Seinfeld covered with blankets (no heat or A/C), finding that perfect gift for everyone and watching their face when they open it....being together, all of us together in one place.Happy. So this holiday has turned into more of a tradition than anything. My kids are still young and not quite ready for the whole bible story but they do know who God is And who Jesus is and for now that's okay. Because being happy and together and making these special memories is probably something God looks down and smiles at. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's great now to have my own family to start new traditions with and to make new memories and share smiles.Here's a little poem I wrote after my son was born. I hope you enjoy it and then go and enjoy your own children. Your own little angel's &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/846933"&gt;sent from above&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleeping Angel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watching you sleep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so peaceful and sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's in your mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What do you dream?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nine months after birth,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm still so amazed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at how beautiful you are,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and all your funny ways!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're crawling and babbling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and becoming your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting an attitude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's starting to show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Those big brown eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and cheeks made to pinch,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;have taken us hostage,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we can't budge an inch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time passes so quickly and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just can't believe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how quickly you've grown,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;who you've come to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking at our baby,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;curled up and fast asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wondering if you know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you're the star of all our dream's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Latisha Valles     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113363954771553101?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113363954771553101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113363954771553101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113363954771553101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113363954771553101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/sent-from-above.html' title='Sent From Above'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113346515734585386</id><published>2005-12-01T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:54:52.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For My Sis...</title><content type='html'>I've always had a lot of support from my family and friends when it comes to all the dif.  stuff I'm into (and that's a loooong list). My youngest brother and sister love my stuff and are always asking for different designs. So...for my sister, who embraces the hispanic culture and anything related to it, I made this  &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns.39478072"&gt;chicano art t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; . She's been bugging to make this design a shirt for a while so there it is. I like it myself. In fact, together we both own &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; (too many to count) of this style of tee. Being biracial gives me opportunity to create a little bit of everything and still be authentic and real. I love it. Just a note: Very funny when people don't realize I'm 1/2 Mexican and talk in Spanish. The look when you say something back, Oh man, ThatIs Priceless!!!Any way, check out the shirt. It's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113346515734585386?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113346515734585386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113346515734585386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113346515734585386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113346515734585386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-for-my-sis.html' title='Just For My Sis...'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113298207086405606</id><published>2005-11-25T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:18:35.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Oh, I love this time of year. Family that seems to disappear for 6 months at a time reamerge and we all make even more fantastic memories together.Lot's of people missing that should be able to share in the fun and festivities with us, but for whatever reason have been sent down a road much harder than any of us would care to endure. Michael, Steven,Frank, and Grandpa...I love you, and as I have said to you all before, you are never alone. Short and sweet, repeat this in your times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I'm lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You shine the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to guide me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;big hugs....and I'll eat some extra for ya'll (he-he) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113298207086405606?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113298207086405606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113298207086405606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113298207086405606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113298207086405606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113269951909088915</id><published>2005-11-22T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:45:19.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Grreat weekend!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the toolbar is still there so still can't put up any pics' but otherwise it was a fantastic weekend! Lot's of family time, a great trip to San Antonio (with a meal at Pico De Gallo...yum...)and a trip to my mom's house that was wonderful. I love seeing my younger brother and sister and we even played some dominoes. Great gift...One of my brother's in prison was given an incentive photograph and my mom had just gotten it in the mail. Apparently the 'photographer' was craacking jokes and got a smile out of him so what we got is this perfect picture that really captured his spirit. It's beautiful! It had been a while since I wrote to him (and yes he was mad at me about that) so that night I got out the pen and paper and got to work. I miss that boy so much but I know there is a reason for everything. With all of the hell my family has been through I had made a section in my shop dedicated to putting out the facts of wrongly convicted men and women, stats about child abuse, domestic violence, any issue that people are concerned about and all the issues people should be concerned about. The section got scrapped because there was seemingly no interest and at the same time I started  a shop makeover, but I do intend on bringing that back and coming up with a lot more designs for those of us that really want to walk the walk and get loud about important issues. HAHA...Get Loud...that's how I got my name, because I had this wonderful idea to spread the word about this stuff. Any way, it won't be gone forever, And maybe this time it will be bigger and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113269951909088915?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113269951909088915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113269951909088915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113269951909088915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113269951909088915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-grreat-weekend.html' title='What a Grreat weekend!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113234062628519590</id><published>2005-11-18T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T10:40:13.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgggghh....I HATE the Mirar toolbar...</title><content type='html'>This stupid toolbar pops up when ever it feels like it and since it decided to to 'pop' back up again I can't put any pictures or designs up on here. And I just scanned the &lt;em&gt;cutest&lt;/em&gt; pic of my two beautiful babies from Christmas last year.  I don't even know where this thing came from...I sure never put it on there! So now until I can figure out how to get it off you'll just have to wait to see my pretty little babies with their reindeer antlers on. Mirar sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113234062628519590?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113234062628519590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113234062628519590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113234062628519590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113234062628519590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/arrgggghhi-hate-mirar-toolbar.html' title='Arrgggghh....I HATE the Mirar toolbar...'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113220760742210907</id><published>2005-11-16T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:16:25.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for your reading pleasure...</title><content type='html'>I have books of poetry that I've written. Fun stuff, sad stuff, angry st...well, you get it. Maybe I'll post one every couple of days. Maybe you'll read something that sparks a memory or feeling or just makes you feel good. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was inspired by Maya Angelou. It's called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come 'Round Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come 'round here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give you something to fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look into my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me give you a deep stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you feel that need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you feel that want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These eyes and this body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will forever haunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who come 'round here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smooth talkin' casanova,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You really believe you know the ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a real good look at what your cravin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a full time job lovin' me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heart beat's fast when you look at this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels like death is near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alway's happens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to those who come 'round here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said you'd love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And take care of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crushed my heart, threw out the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart, my soul, my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and body, baby you had it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you didn't think twice when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you turned and let me fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me something to fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you ever come 'round here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113220760742210907?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113220760742210907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113220760742210907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113220760742210907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113220760742210907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-for-your-reading-pleasure.html' title='Just for your reading pleasure...'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113220560753161702</id><published>2005-11-16T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T07:29:00.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Cool Weather!</title><content type='html'>Maybe you don't care but I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited about the cold front that has just come in from the northwest. High's in the 60's and 70's are perfect! It give's me the greatest 'holiday's are coming' feeling. Make sense? Ahh....bundling up in warm blankets and sweaters is just what I love. Warm and toasty socks fresh from the drier...c'mon, you know what I'm talking about! Ha! This post is turning into that first conversation you have with a stranger when you're just trying to kill time. Guess that's what I'm doing...killing time. Be back tomorrow when I have something to talk about that's more interesting than &lt;em&gt;socks&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113220560753161702?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113220560753161702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113220560753161702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113220560753161702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113220560753161702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/finallycool-weather.html' title='Finally...Cool Weather!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113194928228394585</id><published>2005-11-13T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:14:35.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New beautiful Christian design!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/6/36810836_F_store.jpg?r=632675157095299284"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="200" alt="" src="http://storetn.cafepress.com/nocache/6/36810836_F_store.jpg?r=632675157095299284" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by my own spirituality, this design is one of my favorites. I call it 'Light From Above'. This beautiful depiction of a kneeling woman praying while a unique ray of light shines down on her is breathtaking. Her gorgeous long red hair gently flows past her bare bottom and sweeps over her bosom to bring the together the innocence we were all born into and the sexuality that becomes a part of who we are. As of now this design is currently available on our housewares products, which inlude this keepsake box (perfect for hiding other gifts in for Christmas), pillows, ceramic coasters, and clocks. Add any of these products to your home decor and for a touch of spirituality and creativity. It will be the conversation starter for all of your friends and famiily, whether they are Christian or not. This design is perfect for all who believe in a higher power.Visit &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/965408?pid=3245785&amp;amp;tid=myblog"&gt;Get Loud Designs &lt;/a&gt;to see all products! Feel free to send this link to anyone you know that would like this design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113194928228394585?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113194928228394585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113194928228394585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113194928228394585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113194928228394585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-beautiful-christian-design.html' title='New beautiful Christian design!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113175768245450587</id><published>2005-11-11T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:10:37.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little elf twist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/1600/Project104.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/1858/320/Project104.png" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this the best holiday season for the man in your life with this sexy little elf! This hot little sex kitten is ready and available on t-shirts for the guy in your life. See his face light up like never before when he see's the you finally found him the perfect gift...even &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; Christmas! Like it? Want it now? Here's the link to what will soon be His favorite tee. &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/getlouddesigns/967898?pid=3245785&amp;amp;tid=myblog"&gt;Get Loud Designs&lt;/a&gt;. There's still lots more to come so check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113175768245450587?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113175768245450587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113175768245450587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113175768245450587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113175768245450587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-elf-twist.html' title='A little elf twist...'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18881450.post-113174620621529755</id><published>2005-11-11T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:24:30.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello there!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;   At this time there is not much for you to read...because I've only started this a few minutes ago! Basically, what you find here the next time around is all the latest information about my on-line shop Get Loud Designs.  Get a jump on the latest designs and newest sales! Go ahead, take a look...I know you'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getlouddesigns.com"&gt;http://www.getlouddesigns.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18881450-113174620621529755?l=getlouddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/113174620621529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18881450&amp;postID=113174620621529755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113174620621529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18881450/posts/default/113174620621529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getlouddesigns.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-hello-there.html' title='Well hello there!'/><author><name>Latisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13878738322583444590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://biopicture.cafepress.com/nocache/5/3245785.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
