<?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-26973517</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:44:19.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend Shmoyfriend</title><subtitle type='html'>A Place For God's Gals - The Boyfriend Shmoyfriend Club was created the day before one of our founders got married. A group of us were lamenting the stereotype that women our age are obsessed with trying to find a man, get a man, keep a man. We, the members of the Boyfriend Shmoyfriend Club, choose to live outside this stereotype. We choose to focus on God, pursue our faith with passion, and embrace whatever marital status we have.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>boyfriend shmoyfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299289339185715833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/2830/400/BSP.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-26973517.post-117212898481755855</id><published>2007-02-21T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:23:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>umm, okay, here you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7613/1868/1600/358272/jason%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7613/1868/400/511372/jason%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7613/1868/1600/515663/jason%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7613/1868/400/504261/jason%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few people have been asking me what my fiance looks like. so i decided i'd post a couple of pictures of him here. i couldn't put them on my regular blog, 'cause that'd just be weird, but i figured it'd be okay to put them on this site and then i could just direct the appropriate people here. so this is my man. and yeah, he really is that hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-117212898481755855?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/117212898481755855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=117212898481755855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/117212898481755855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/117212898481755855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2007/02/umm-okay-here-you-go.html' title='umm, okay, here you go'/><author><name>julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/9570/640/43630191%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-115198854324636346</id><published>2006-07-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:49:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't get it</title><content type='html'>I generally consider myself to be a somewhat intelligent woman.  This belief is always dropped like a bad habit whenever I face the great leveler of human life: the department store.  Yes, it's true; I am completely incapable of navigating a department store.  Every corner looks the same, every section looks like the one I just came from, and somehow, after wandering aimlessly through the asthma-provoking perfume section in the middle of the store, I always end up back at the lingerie section, never able to find that illusive mall-entrance.  How do you people do it?  How do you make your way through the endless manequins and shelves piled high with stockings (of all things!)?  Is the mall-entrance really just a wicked rumor, cruelly giving false hope to dazed shoppers such as myself?  Last week I was forced into a department store to buy something for my brother's wedding--it's a miracle I'm still not lost, doomed to wander the Hudson's Bay Company for the rest of my natural life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-115198854324636346?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/115198854324636346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=115198854324636346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/115198854324636346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/115198854324636346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-get-it.html' title='i don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/9570/640/43630191%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114849766068776021</id><published>2006-05-24T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:07:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say it ain't so...</title><content type='html'>I think you rarely find pride without insecurity and vice versa.  The two seem to be inextricably linked.  I wish that I could say my insecurity was just that, but it's not.  There's a lot more pride in there than I'd like to admit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114849766068776021?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114849766068776021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114849766068776021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114849766068776021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114849766068776021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-it-aint-so.html' title='say it ain&apos;t so...'/><author><name>julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/9570/640/43630191%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114758745490777637</id><published>2006-05-13T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:17:34.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i'm stupid</title><content type='html'>you know, that pretty much sums it up, doesn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114758745490777637?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114758745490777637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114758745490777637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114758745490777637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114758745490777637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-im-stupid.html' title='wow, i&apos;m stupid'/><author><name>julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/9570/640/43630191%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114663254099971225</id><published>2006-05-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:02:21.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny and awful all at the same time--ahh, the ironies of life</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone else has had a chance to read (more likely hear over the phone) any of Crystie's latest writing, but it's well-worth the listen.  Insightful, truthful, and wickedly sarcastic--three things that go very well together, at least in my book.  Never have you heard something so funny and so awful all at the same time!  The other day I was sitting here listening to her read me this journal entry over the phone, and I'm laughing so hard, and yet I know I really shouldn't be laughing!  Crystie, it's okay that I laughed, right?  Seeing as how you were laughing too?  If you love sarcasm, you'll love me and Crystie right now, 'cause we're all about the ironies of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114663254099971225?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114663254099971225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114663254099971225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114663254099971225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114663254099971225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-and-awful-all-at-same-time-ahh.html' title='funny and awful all at the same time--ahh, the ironies of life'/><author><name>julia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/221/9570/640/43630191%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114657460475427511</id><published>2006-05-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:57:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, how is everyone doing? I was going to add a picture or something... but my thumb drive doesn't like this random computer in the middle of Malaysia... too bad!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I just got a new name this week, a real, honest-to-goodness Malaysian name. Junaida. I like it! I also like that the people who gave me the name obviously like me. It's nice to be liked, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114657460475427511?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114657460475427511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114657460475427511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114657460475427511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114657460475427511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-how-is-everyone-doing-i-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18190229190584768625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114600542712644575</id><published>2006-04-25T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:51:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/2830/1600/BSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" height="416" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/2830/400/BSP.jpg" width="520" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114600542712644575?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114600542712644575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114600542712644575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114600542712644575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114600542712644575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>boyfriend shmoyfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299289339185715833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/2830/400/BSP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26973517.post-114600396713626260</id><published>2006-04-25T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:26:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody, as you obviously must know, the Boyfriend Shmoyfriend Club blog has moved! Having blogspot host it means we can all post on it, instead of just me. Plus, it's a lot more photo friendly. Can't wait to hear from you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26973517-114600396713626260?l=boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/114600396713626260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26973517&amp;postID=114600396713626260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114600396713626260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26973517/posts/default/114600396713626260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendshmoyfriend.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-blog.html' title='The New Blog'/><author><name>boyfriend shmoyfriend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299289339185715833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1992/2830/400/BSP.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
