<?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-2184955404132758457</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:33:14.420-05:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='illness'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='bunko'/><category term='movies'/><category term='WWII literature'/><category term='anniversary post'/><category term='art'/><category term='richmond'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='too much to do'/><category term='memoirs'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='family'/><category term='OSU'/><category term='Gregg'/><category term='football'/><category term='decor'/><category term='bed and breakfast'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='nutcrackers'/><category term='friends'/><category term='engagement'/><category term='voting'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='new job'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='women'/><category term='election'/><category term='addictions'/><category term='anatomy'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='GOTR'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='politics'/><category term='music'/><category term='Coffee-Mate'/><category term='school'/><category term='PSU'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='running'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='history'/><category term='mathematics'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='pakistan'/><category term='Nazi Germany'/><category term='love'/><category term='afghanistan'/><title type='text'>53 million minutes of me</title><subtitle type='html'>53 million minutes...just 101 short years of life. that's all the minutes you get if you live to one hundred and one. here it is. enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-2962021227309097288</id><published>2009-07-15T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:08:20.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>the Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 20px; FLOAT: left" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1812457.The_Shack"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Shack" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1188677589m/1812457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1812457.The_Shack"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/806593.William_P_Young"&gt;William P. Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/63413073"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Shack is a book that i had heard a lot about but hadn't had a chance to pick up. went to the beach with my folks last week and mom brought it along for us to read. finished reading it today and i think this is a book a lot of people need to read. the main character in the book, Mack, is a father of 4 children, one of whom is abducted on a camping trip before school starts. the police never find her but are led to believe that she was murdered based on evidence found in a shack in the woods. following the abduction, mack is a changed man with a constant &lt;em&gt;Great Sadness&lt;/em&gt; hanging over him. four years later, Mack receives a letter in his mailbox that takes him on a journey back to the shack. here he faces a black woman, a middle-eastern carpenter, and a sparkly young woman in conversations and experiences where he learns a lot about what God is to him. the journey is an amazing one and this book can take misperceptions about God and turn them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe you can't take the book word for word as definite ways to imagine god, but i do believe the experiences told in the story are great explanations of how god works, at least how i've experienced him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read this book, it's a great story and it's one you will learn so much from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-2962021227309097288?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://theshackbook.com/' title='the Shack'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2962021227309097288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=2962021227309097288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2962021227309097288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2962021227309097288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/shack.html' title='the Shack'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-6537612381169871513</id><published>2009-07-15T11:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:27:06.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><title type='text'>we set a date! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/Sl38FD4JDVI/AAAAAAAAALg/lJ1iByndgH0/s1600-h/HPIM0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:150;"&gt;we're getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:250;"&gt;saturday, july 10th, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;yipee!&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/2184955404132758457-6537612381169871513?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6537612381169871513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=6537612381169871513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6537612381169871513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6537612381169871513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-set-date.html' title='we set a date! :)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3629944964076968232</id><published>2009-07-14T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:43:12.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII literature'/><title type='text'>the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2728527.The_Guernsey_Literary_and_Potato_Peel_Pie_Society" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41%2BRq4l8szL._SX106_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2728527.The_Guernsey_Literary_and_Potato_Peel_Pie_Society"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1194527.Mary_Ann_Shaffer"&gt;Mary Ann Shaffer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/55612197"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is a good but not great book. Written in letter form, it tells the story of Juliet, a writer from London just after World War II. She reeives a letter from a reader in Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands (located in the English Channel) who is looking for books. The Channel Islands were occupied during the war and a relationship forms between Juliet and the people from Guernsey who continue to write to her. All of this occurs as Juliet ponders her next book topic through letters with her publisher, Sidney. When she finally decides that she wants to go to Guernsey to meet the people whom she is falling in love with, she's in the midst of a love battle with a man who wants to marry her. The story continues with Juliet finding out and researching about the people of Guernsey. A good book that has love, mystery, and tragedy all wrapped together. Easy to read, but not a knock your socks off book.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-3629944964076968232?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.randomhouse.com/rhpg/guernsey/' title='the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3629944964076968232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=3629944964076968232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3629944964076968232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3629944964076968232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title='the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3508423466209699770</id><published>2009-06-14T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:02:09.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>first they killed my father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4373.First_They_Killed_My_Father_A_Daughter_of_Cambodia_Remembers" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers (P.S.)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165429858m/4373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4373.First_They_Killed_My_Father_A_Daughter_of_Cambodia_Remembers"&gt;First They Killed My Father: A Daughter of Cambodia Remembers&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3028.Loung_Ung"&gt;Loung Ung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/55612486"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;First They Killed My Father is an honest, harsh, but redeeming story of Loung Ung and her family in Cambodia during the Khmer Rouge invasion in the 70s. Loung's story is heroic and gripping. This memoir is definitely worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-3508423466209699770?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.loungung.com/acorn.php?page=home' title='first they killed my father'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3508423466209699770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=3508423466209699770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3508423466209699770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3508423466209699770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-they-killed-my-father.html' title='first they killed my father'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1740521073085461702</id><published>2009-06-10T22:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:01:28.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>the glass castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Glass Castle: A Memoir" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165613865m/7445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir"&gt;The Glass Castle: A Memoir&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3275.Jeannette_Walls"&gt;Jeannette Walls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/38731505"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 5 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/em&gt; is a memoir about Jeannette Walls' crazy, mixed-up, confusing, and disenfranchised family. It's a story about Jeannette's relationship with her father, Rex, who is a very intelligent man, but also an alcoholic full of unfulfilled promises. Jeannette's relationship with her dad is one that is hopeful and always believing until she grows up and realizes that his "Glass Castle" dream isn't going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jeannette's story is almost unbelievable, but her storytelling ability is so strong and so captivating that I just couldn't put this book down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think everyone should read this book. It's an excellent memoir.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1740521073085461702?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW0XVno-0gM' title='the glass castle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1740521073085461702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1740521073085461702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1740521073085461702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1740521073085461702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/06/glass-castle.html' title='the glass castle'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-8829825961378579179</id><published>2009-05-10T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:44:14.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII literature'/><title type='text'>sarah's key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3688715.Sarah_s_Key" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sarah's Key" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51vC-l5Es1L._SX106_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3688715.Sarah_s_Key"&gt;Sarah's Key&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/305400.Tatiana_de_Rosnay"&gt;Tatiana de Rosnay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/49492604"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;Sarah's Key is a double-perspective WWII story about a much-neglected event within Paris in 1942. it's interesting that the vel d'hiv (the velodrome was an arena in Paris used for sporting events) is often overlooked when one speaks of the Holocaust. the main character, Sarah and her present-day counterpart, Julia Jarmond, are both telling the story from their perspectives in 1942 and 2005, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i enjoyed the relationship that Julia establishes with the history of Sarah and the apartment and the key, but at times it seems a big manic. i was happy to see that Betrand's father wasn't as crude and cocky as he seemed or as Betrand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;in the end, the book had some strong points and an alluring story that made you want to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-8829825961378579179?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zy0lnc76RaQ' title='sarah&apos;s key'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8829825961378579179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=8829825961378579179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/8829825961378579179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/8829825961378579179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/05/sarahs-key.html' title='sarah&apos;s key'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-861039165623623492</id><published>2009-04-20T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:19:50.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>the Friday Night Knitting Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17204.The_Friday_Night_Knitting_Club" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Friday Night Knitting Club" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1166804937m/17204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17204.The_Friday_Night_Knitting_Club"&gt;The Friday Night Knitting Club&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10465.Kate_Jacobs"&gt;Kate Jacobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42404143"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;The Friday Night Knitting Club is definitely not a work of literary genius, but it provides you with such a warm, happiness that it's definitely worth the read. Dakota, James, and Georgia are such an important rekindled family...Anita is a woman I would want to spend time with, and Walker and Daughter is a shop where I'd want to visit, even if I didn't knit. The stories for other characters, like Darwin, K.C., and Lucie could be more developed...but the overall story was very engaging...very warm...very snuggly. I wish it would've ended differently, but I'm still very happy I read the book.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-861039165623623492?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fridaynightknittingclub.com/' title='the Friday Night Knitting Club'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/861039165623623492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=861039165623623492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/861039165623623492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/861039165623623492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-night-knitting-club.html' title='the Friday Night Knitting Club'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7772839399618532524</id><published>2009-03-24T10:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:51:38.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>the Bell Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/839103.The_Bell_Jar?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Bell Jar" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1178810165m/839103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/839103.The_Bell_Jar?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4379.Sylvia_Plath"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/48092421?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;I think &lt;u&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/u&gt; is a very interesting novel. It plagues me in a way because it is a somewhat autobiographical account of what was going on in Sylvia Plath's life. I feel sad that the answer to her desparation was to attempt suicide and then eventually kill herself. She was an excellent writer. Just wish she was still alive today so we could've enjoyed more of her writing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7772839399618532524?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath' title='the Bell Jar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7772839399618532524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7772839399618532524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7772839399618532524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7772839399618532524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/03/bell-jar.html' title='the Bell Jar'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-5223338393167071735</id><published>2009-03-14T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:20:13.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>the Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2318271.The_Last_Lecture?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Last Lecture" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41aQ%2BfbcrwL._SL160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2318271.The_Last_Lecture?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/287960.Randy_Pausch"&gt;Randy Pausch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/38731614?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 5 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;I loved reading this book. My mom had followed his last year of life because my parents live outside of Pittsburgh, so he was in the news often. I remember her calling me to tell me that Randy had died, and I was like, "Who?" She went on to explain that he was a professor at CMU (Carnegie Mellon University) and that he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nonetheless, it wasn't until I went to Jersey with Gregg to celebrate at his brother Don and sister-in-law, Rose's home, that I found out about this book, &lt;u&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/u&gt;. Rose read the book and passed it on to me, and then book club selected it to read for February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wasn't sure what the book would be like, and was hoping that it wouldn't be too sad, so when I read it, I had minimal hopes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Much to my amazement, the book is an excellent read. It's not something that's going to give you divine points about life that you've never heard before. It's more about how Randy Pausch says the things we've all heard in our lives from our parents and from those wiser than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I recommend this book. It's a great passer-on.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-heather?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-5223338393167071735?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thelastlecture.com/' title='the Last Lecture'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5223338393167071735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=5223338393167071735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5223338393167071735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5223338393167071735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-lecture.html' title='the Last Lecture'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7546547662748344834</id><published>2009-03-03T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:36:57.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>The Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/492769.The_Jungle?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Jungle (Signet Classics)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1175205166m/492769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/492769.The_Jungle?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Jungle&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23510.Upton_Sinclair"&gt;Upton Sinclair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40118104?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;I have wanted to read &lt;u&gt;The Jungle&lt;/u&gt; by Upton Sinclair for a LONG time. I remember back in the 90s when my older sister read it in high school and she talked about how gross it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, when my book club decided that everyone was to pick an American classic to read for the month of January, I knew I would finally have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This book isn't really about the disgusting meat-packing industry's unbelievable conditions. It's more about the life of a man, Jurgis Rudkus, who is a Lithuanian immigrant to Chicago, or Packingtown, as he calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The story is more about the Rudkus family's struggle to survive in a capitalist society that was ruled by just a few on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you've never read this book, it's definitely a book worth reading. You'll become attached to Jurgis' attempts to make it when everything is against him. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693-Heather?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7546547662748344834?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jungle' title='The Jungle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7546547662748344834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7546547662748344834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7546547662748344834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7546547662748344834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/03/jungle.html' title='The Jungle'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3910125231010290251</id><published>2009-01-27T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:07:37.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SX_L8TXPegI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AXCqjEIv5v8/s1600-h/HPIM4316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296175923661339138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SX-mfJm2A7I/AAAAAAAAALA/dGLX4jTOoak/s400/HPIM4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1269379164630216786?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1269379164630216786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1269379164630216786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1269379164630216786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1269379164630216786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-said-yes.html' title='I said, &quot;Yes!&quot;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SX-mfJm2A7I/AAAAAAAAALA/dGLX4jTOoak/s72-c/HPIM4313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-2425031911530447173</id><published>2009-01-15T19:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:58:22.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutcrackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>the nutcracker collection begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;without further ado...i present to you, my beginnings of a nutcracker collection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;with fair hopes of becoming just like my friend sarah (see bottomest photo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SW_ZObu0zeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UNMhj6Gh0lo/s1600-h/HPIM4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291686929169173986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SW_ZObu0zeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UNMhj6Gh0lo/s400/HPIM4241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291687054664589538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SW_ZVvPQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mbt32L91-us/s400/HPIM4246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291688080458366690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SW_aRcnjvuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L-qafSFWd2E/s400/HPIM4249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SW_YoUSfh1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XvAAQ3isGMA/s1600-h/HPIM4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photo below is just a small sampling of the amazing nutcracker collection my friend sarah possesses. i want to be like her someday and have the coolest collection. for now, i'll just be satisfied that my collection increased 500% this year (from 1 to 6!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291688941952370178" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SWGcCqy237I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NQPqQFRguCM/s320/cough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did everything you see in the prior post up to and including Christmas and took care of Gregg and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT SICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surpise. So while i've been nursing myself and my sick boyfriend back to health, i've totally neglected my blogging duty. here's to getting back on the blog-wagon this 2009 and reviving my writing...err...typing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i don't say so myself, my fingers are looking especially divine because while i was sick, i did manage to hunker down, watch some movies, and give myself a good nail-filing manicure, complete with the color of the above cough syrup polish. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-2447884925686988504?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2447884925686988504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=2447884925686988504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2447884925686988504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2447884925686988504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sicko.html' title='sicko'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SWGcCqy237I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NQPqQFRguCM/s72-c/cough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3170577214264556949</id><published>2008-12-21T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:21:31.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I've been disgustingly busy...</title><content type='html'>so i haven't posted in about a week, and even then, i was only copying/pasting my goodreads &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt; review...so i feel kinda guilty because i know all of my many followers are waiting anxiously to hear what i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole slew (sp?) of photos i want to post, too, but i left my camera at a friend's house and am trying to pick it up from another friend's house sometime soon...but you'll understand why i haven't after i explain the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last sunday i finished reading&lt;em&gt; The Book Thief &lt;/em&gt;and before that i was posting about Christmas decorating. since then, in a somewhat chronological order, i've been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 12.09.08: Wake Up @ 5:30 and Run, Riverside Runners&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up early and ran with Kelly at the YMCA. Treadmills suck, but we ran 5 miles in 45 minutes. Decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 12.10.08: Gold's Gym Health Fair for Riverside Runners&lt;/strong&gt; This included set up and tear down of a table that held a bazillion shoes that i brought from the store, some other products (sox, SuperFeet, goggles, free keychains) as well as conversing with gym members about their feet, and measuring and checking lower leg mechanics. It was fun to be there, but traffic for the Health Fair wasn't particularly high (possible location problem--in a room where none of the gym-goers really go regularly?). i informed several folks about footwear and what we do at Riverside Runners, so that was good for us. Hopefully some of them show up at the store and we get some business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 12.11.08: Wake Up @ 5:30 and Run, Riverside Runners&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up early and ran with Kel again. Good run, sprinted at the finish...5 miles, 45 minutes. Worked at the store after Jeff called to tell me that he was locked out. Turned out to be a busy day. Had plans after work to go to Sarah's and hang out for one last time with Emily still in town. Gregg had a work party at Perky's in Altavista. Went to Sarah's and then to La Caretta for dinner, came back and watched &lt;em&gt;The Holiday&lt;/em&gt; and fell asleep on the floor. Loved spending time with my 2nd family here in L-burg. Sarah even gave me a lovely nutcracker ornament complete with a turquoise glitter suit! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 12.12.08: Day Off, Run with Joel, Bunko Christmas Party&lt;/strong&gt; Spent the day lazing in bed and baking, then Joel came over around 3:30 and we ran from my house to Huntingwood Apartments and back (7.5 miles). Cleaned up and rocked the Bunko Christmas party with Gregg...had lots of fun and WORE OUT the karaoke machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 12.13.08: Riverside Runners, AREVA Christmas Party&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 12-6:15 (learned how to close the store for the 1st time) and then went home and cleaned up for the Areva Christmas Party at Cattle Annie's. Met up with Todd and Tracey, Jimmy and Ashley, and some others. Had a good time...photos to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 12.14.08: Church &amp;amp; Food Donation, Lasagna, Run, Eat&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up and went to Holy Cross with our Jessie Tree food donation. Saw Sarah and Ryan after the service (we had to sit in the front row!) then went home, ate lunch, and made 2 lasagnas for dinner. Went out to Timberlake for a run with Stacey and Gregg. Came home, sat by the fire, watched football, and ate lasagna with Stacey and Gregg. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 12.15.08: Riverside Runners and Baking&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 11-4, came home, relaxed, baked, and worked on newsletter for Christmas cards. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 12.16.08: Riverside Runners and Sick Man&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 11-4, came home and found Gregg home with the sickness. Tried to take care of him and finish newsletter and do some baking. Worked on Gregg's mom and David's Christmas present: a Snapfish photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 12.17.08: Babysit, Riverside Runners, Sick Man, Book Club Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; Babysat Ella in the morning...she cried for a steady 3o minutes and told me she didn't love me and wanted her mommy. Ed woke up and had to help with the rescue efforts, but she finally calmed down. Got her dressed and was on my way to meet Meghan at Kindermusik when she called...met her at the BP instead and then worked from 11-4, got new Asics socks at the store (LOVE THEM!), met Patterson for the first time, and came home to still Sick Man. He was running a 102 fever still. Feel sad because he's sick. Made Buffalo Chicken Dip and got ready for the Book Club Party. Got gas cause I was on empty. Went to Jody's for the party, spilled dip en route to the party, cussed before I went in her house with 1/8 of dip left on my car seat. Party was excellent, dip was a hit, rest of the food was delish. We enjoyed a Grinch's Christmas Martini and shared Christmas memories. Very worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 12.18.08: Library, Riverside Runners, Sick Man&lt;/strong&gt; Ran to the library because my books on hold were about to be returned to their libraries, made it just in time to see Ella and my sister (by chance!) pulling in as well. Picked up my books, got to work in the nick of time, then worked from 11-4. Came home and worked on Christmas cards and baking and took care of still 102 fever man. He won't go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 12.19.08: Day Off, Worked for VMFA, Baked, Christmas Cards, Store, Etc.&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't work at RR, but worked online for VMFA (it's nice to be in bed and do that). Baked cookies, made a bazillion Christmas cards (of which I'm pretty proud) and took care of STILL Sick Man. Went to Walgreens and Food Lion for important baking needs. Looked for paraffin wax but couldn't find it. Called Kroger when I got home and they said they had it. Good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 12.20.08: Jingle Bell Fun Run, Riverside Runners, Post Office, Kroger, Bank, Baking, Sick Man, Dinner, Etc.&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up early and helped set up a little for Fun Run. Met Stacey there and ran with her for a 4.75 mile run. Worked the rest of the day til 4, then rushed off to the post office to mail the 80 cards I made yesterday. Postage on 59 of them was $0.63 and 28 of them was $0.83. Remind me not to use things with lumps on next year's cards. $55 is too much for sending Christmas cards. Stopped at Kroger to pick up paraffin and Andes mints, then deposited checks in the bank. Came home to sick man (getting better man) and made dinner, finished my buckeye cookies (that's what the paraffin was for) and finished up baking other stuff. Finally sat down to blog...and we're back to being caught up...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understand why I haven't posted?&lt;br /&gt;I'm also:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading&lt;em&gt; The Jungle &lt;/em&gt;by Upton Sinclair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interested in the Chicago Stockyards at the turn of the century&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wondering about other uses for paraffin wax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoping that the cards make it through the mail before Christmas Eve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stretching my Achilles tendon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishing for a Christmas wish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreading the laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning up the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making about 5 more types of cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knitting a scarf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping for friends/family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photos will be up soon!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-3170577214264556949?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3170577214264556949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=3170577214264556949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3170577214264556949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3170577214264556949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-disgustingly-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been disgustingly busy...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7081142730270690628</id><published>2008-12-14T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:10:46.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazi Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>the Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19063.The_Book_Thief?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Book Thief" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZFi566bFL._SL160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19063.The_Book_Thief?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/11466.Markus_Zusak"&gt;Markus Zusak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/37406114?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;Liesel Meminger is a very strong character. Her relationships with Rosa, Hans, Rudy, and Max are very likable and interesting. Definitely a good story and great for Nazi Germany interests.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7081142730270690628?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.randomhouse.com/features/markuszusak/excerpt_bookthief.html' title='the Book Thief'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7081142730270690628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7081142730270690628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7081142730270690628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7081142730270690628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-thief.html' title='the Book Thief'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-5734555855458771673</id><published>2008-12-09T08:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:54:01.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rules #3, 4, 5,  6, &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>as i continue through the Christmas Decoration Saga, you'll get to enjoy some of the most important features of a properly decorated Christmas. in this post, i'd like to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #3: Ornaments Mustn't Rest on the Branch Below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #4: Rough Ones in the Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #5: Tinsel No-No's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #6: Properly "Lit" Ornaments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #7: Stars are for the End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to properly finish your Christmas decorating, make sure to follow along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #3: Ornaments Mustn't Rest on the Branch Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think it's very important to place ornaments on the tree and make sure each individual ornament has a happy home. Ornaments should not be placed so that they rest on branches below. If the ornament hangs really far down when you hang it, so much so that it rests on the branch below, then you need to find a stronger branch above to hold that heavy ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #4: Rough Ones in the Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you owe it to certain ornaments to make it on the tree, even if they aren't in the best condition or aren't the most beautiful, the back of the tree is the perfect place. Now, all trees have a side to them that's near a wall, unless of course, your tree is in the center of the room, and the wall side of the tree still needs ornaments too. Rough ones can easily be hung in the back of the tree with no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #5: Tinsel No-Nos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry to those of you who use tinsel on the tree, but according to my decoration saga, this substance should absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; be used on a Christmas tree. It's just a no-no. It's unruly, clingy, messy, and annoying. It doesn't look good. It's a waste. Don't use it. Pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #6: Properly "Lit" Ornaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ornaments with a special ambience, clear glass, and transparent ornaments should be placed so that light comes through them. This is easy to do with the help of strategically placed Christmas lights. Just make sure they are hung so that a light shines behind them. Pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #7: Stars are for the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prior to this year, I was never taught the "put your star on the tree last rule." I don't think my mom and dad ever followed this rule, as far as I know, and they just put the tree topper on when it was convenient, be it in the beginning, middle, or end of decorating the tree. I saw the movies where the star was the crowning touch of the tree, added only at the very end when everything else was finished. I guess I just never had anyone to enforce the rule. This year, when I was about to put the star on the tree while we were decorating, Gregg stopped me and said, "No!" I wasn't sure why, I thought I had done something wrong, but it turned out that he just wanted me to wait until the end. Now that I've been introduced properly to the rule, it will become a tradition for years to come. We'll top the tree at the very end of the tree-decorating. You should too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that we've covered all the ground for the Christmas Decorating Saga, go out there and make sure you do your very best decorating if you haven't already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be sure to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a gorgeous tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-5734555855458771673?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5734555855458771673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=5734555855458771673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5734555855458771673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5734555855458771673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decoration-sagarules-3-4-5-6.html' title='the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rules #3, 4, 5,  6, &amp; 7'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1353141806197766452</id><published>2008-12-09T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:24:52.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><title type='text'>the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rule #2: Ornament Collectors</title><content type='html'>if you haven't yet read the &lt;a href="http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decoration-sagarule-1.html"&gt;Christmas Decoration Saga...Rule #1&lt;/a&gt;, then please do so before reading any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extravagance of decorating for a new, exciting Christmas season comes with several rules. we've covered the major steps about lighting the Christmas tree with Rule #1 (click above) and can now move on to some other important details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the tree is lit, it's usually a good idea to stand back and check your work with the rest of the lights off. if satisfied with your lighting performance, you can begin to look at the ornament possiblities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, many people, young and old alike, are probably the kind of ornament collector i am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Type D: Preferential and Non-Preference Multi-Collector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 4 different types of ornament collectors in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type A: Preferential Ornament Only Collector&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Type B: Non-Preference Ornament Collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Type C: Multi-Tree Preferential Ornament Collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Type D: Preferential and Non-Preference Multi-Collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type A ornament collectors buy and collect ornaments that go with only &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;type of Christmas tree with &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type B ornament collectors will buy and collect any and all ornaments that do or do not go with any type of Christmas tree theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type C ornament collectors buy and collect ornaments that go with two or more types of Christmas trees with different themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type D ornament collectors are a collaboration of having both ornaments for a theme as well as collecting ornaments for trees without a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Type D ornament collector. I've recently started my own Nutcracker ornament collection so that I too can have a nutcracker tree like Sarah. I also cashed on the jackpot of my Gram's vintage Christmas ornaments last year and am planning on starting a "Vintage Christmas Tree" every year. But, along with 2 "theme" trees, I also have a plethora of ornaments that i've collected that have no rhyme or reason and are just part of the main tree in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure out which type of ornament collector you are so that you make sure not to buy ornaments that don't go with your plan if you're a Type A or Type C collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1353141806197766452?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1353141806197766452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1353141806197766452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1353141806197766452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1353141806197766452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decoration-sagarule-2.html' title='the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rule #2: Ornament Collectors'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-2206013339263274325</id><published>2008-12-08T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:52.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rule #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0yHob3MEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4LeFeEaV10o/s1600-h/HPIM4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277429445042843714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0yHob3MEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4LeFeEaV10o/s400/HPIM4143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when Gregg and i got our tree yesterday, it was easy enough. we got a 7.5 foot Fraser fir from Lowe's for $29.99. i'm all about deals and coupons right now (since i'm trying to pay off my debt with 2 small jobs) so a coupon for Lowe's added to the savings. we ended up with a tree for $19.99 using a coupon for $10 off a $25+ purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we brought the tree home, Gregg planted it firmly in the tree stand, and we put it in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him if he'd put the lights on the tree while i decorated other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rule #1: Lighting the Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg, without any proper coaching, was un-complainingly stringing the lights from the top of the tree and in a sort of "wrapping" way, just circling them around the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no way was i trying to be a scrooge, but there's no way you can just string lights on a tree by wrapping them around by walking around the tree in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rule #1: Lighting the Tree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;If your hands aren't sticky and sappy after having lit the tree, you've not done it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? &lt;strong&gt;WELL, &lt;/strong&gt;to properly light a tree, you must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unpack the strands of lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug them in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check for burnt-out bulbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meticulously, (starting at the top), intertwine the light strands with the branches by wrapping and looping so that the strands are hidden to the best of your ability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep connecting light strands until you get to the bottom of the tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug the final strand into a switch (either a foot switch or hand switch) and...&lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*If your hands aren't sticky from the sap from touching all those branches, then you mustn't have done it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your tree will be a lit masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for more &lt;strong&gt;Decorating Rules&lt;/strong&gt;, to be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-2206013339263274325?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2206013339263274325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=2206013339263274325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2206013339263274325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2206013339263274325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-decoration-sagarule-1.html' title='the Christmas Decoration Saga...Rule #1'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0yHob3MEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4LeFeEaV10o/s72-c/HPIM4143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-5684586817090419553</id><published>2008-12-08T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:38:13.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee-Mate'/><title type='text'>hot coffee and cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0loQ4HCoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zLwqz8k23x4/s1600-h/coffeemate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277415712003394178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0loQ4HCoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zLwqz8k23x4/s400/coffeemate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it goes without saying that i am an official coffee drinker now. it's funny how a year of life really changes you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;prior to december 1st, 2007, i had &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; liked or drank a full cup of coffee-type product. i had your typical flavored cappuccinos before, but i always drank hot chai tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked the taste of plain black coffee, and even just the taste of coffee once it was doctored was gross to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0xIL6-_bI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pgo5ohas_xk/s1600-h/coffeemate.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277428355056991666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0xIL6-_bI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pgo5ohas_xk/s400/coffeemate.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but then, Gregg broke me. he brought me a vanilla latte from Starbucks, and I've been hooked ever since. for awhile, i drank my coffee with vanilla caramel coffee-mate. but then switched to milk and sugar. when i realized that i think i was adding too much sugar to my coffee, i recently switched back to coffee-mate. now, with the holiday flavors arriving, i've picked up a few new favorites. if you're a coffee drinker and you haven't tried Peppermint Mocha or Caramel Apple Coffee-Mate, i suggest getting over to Kroger, buying a 16-oz. for $1.99 (on special) and using a coupon from the &lt;a href="http://www.coffee-mate.com/Coupons.aspx?o="&gt;"Sign Up for Savings"&lt;/a&gt; area on the website for $1.00 off! That means you'll get 16 oz. for 99c plus tax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R3-ozwZG84I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9S40TCwavwU/s1600-h/creamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-5684586817090419553?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.coffee-mate.com/Seasonal/default.aspx?source=10078238&amp;o=' title='hot coffee and cream'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5684586817090419553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=5684586817090419553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5684586817090419553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5684586817090419553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-coffee-and-cream.html' title='hot coffee and cream'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/ST0loQ4HCoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zLwqz8k23x4/s72-c/coffeemate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-4975130474780339831</id><published>2008-12-06T22:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:29:17.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's a Blog-A-Versary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A list~100 things...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in honor of one year of blogging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;which may be more blog-concentrated in my last 3 months, but who cares!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love hot coffee in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never drank coffee until I met Gregg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gregg brought me a vanilla latte from Starbux last year on December 1st, 2007 before the Peaks of Otter Christmas Classic 5K. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's how I started drinking coffee. But before that, it was definitely skinny chai tea lattes for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chai tea reminds me of my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.laurabooz.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;, who inspires me to be a better blogger and to copy her &lt;a href="http://www.laurabooz.com/2008/09/26/100-things/"&gt;100 Things&lt;/a&gt; list from her blog-a-versary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason chai reminds me of Laura is because she used to live in the basement of this old lady's? house and I went there once and she made me chai and gave me a hand-crocheted scarf, which I still wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her crocheting skills inspired me to learn how to knit...which I did...in 2005 on a snow day from one of my student's parents, Kay Collie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I love to knit but I rarely get out my knitting bag. I have it next to the bed right now because I need to get started on some knitting Christmas presents. I have one scarf started. UGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Christmas! I'm so glad it's Christmas time right now! My favorite thing is a glass full of glass ornaments:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275966628443803106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STf_sf81TeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GMuFAl07_qo/s320/HPIM4113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love getting a real live tree and dragging needles through the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love when you put the lights on the tree and it dazzles at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait to have the tree in the same room as the fireplace. That's pretty cozy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to bake. My stack of recipes just for Christmas cookies is getting pretty high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love reading good books, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;making delightful home-made Christmas cards, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and finishing a pile of ironing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a big fan of souvenirs from other countries, like this teapot from London and this globe from the Dominican Republic:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STgCQUYCBrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GHZBinQ53Ig/s1600-h/HPIM4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275969442835203762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STgCQUYCBrI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GHZBinQ53Ig/s200/HPIM4112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968460873673570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STgBXKSKK2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZF3i3rNLqYo/s200/HPIM2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love mental math. If you can do the math in your head, I'm all for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite number is 49 because 7 x 7 = 49.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I taught math to 2nd graders, I loved using things like buttons, keys, and bread tags (AKA: Junk Boxes) to count, sort, group, add, and subtract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to own my own book store someday. It might be kind of like the book store in the movie You've Got Mail. Meg Ryan was the book shop owner. She dressed up like characters and read stories to children. That's what I want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would love to have a section of the book store devoted to book clubs whe&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STk1V6maL3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QHB8vnrVaWI/s1600-h/throne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276307089065127794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STk1V6maL3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QHB8vnrVaWI/s200/throne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re groups could meet, read, and chat about their books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like this because I am a member of 2 book clubs and we like to find good places to meet: such as &lt;a href="http://www.thegoodcherry.com/the_good_cherry/home.html"&gt;The Good Cherry&lt;/a&gt; in Forest, VA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would also have an area in the book store where there was a small stage and curtain and a big throne-like chair where I would have Story Hour and little performances (maybe &lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/sunny1682/Pictures/2007-2008%2520School%2520Year/04.25.08%2520Open%2520Mic%2520Poetry%2520Night"&gt;poetry readings&lt;/a&gt; from a poetry workshop for kids, etc...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you've never seen the movie &lt;u&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/u&gt;, you should. Meg Ryan's character, Kathleen Kelly, has the shop I want: "Shop Around the Corner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/markuszusak/excerpt_bookthief.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Markus Zusak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I finish this, my next readings are to finish &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife &lt;/em&gt;by Audrey Niffenegger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and to read &lt;em&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/em&gt; by Randy Pausch, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/em&gt; by Jeannette Walls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reread&lt;em&gt; Great Expectations &lt;/em&gt;by Charles Dickens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Before I Wake &lt;/em&gt;by Robert J. Wiersema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd like to finish all of those before February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would also like to do a lot of other things before February, such as: make Christmas cards and send them, visit a lot of schools for my job, and bake a lot of Christmas cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;goodreads.com&lt;/a&gt; is a great site for cataloging the books you read and reminding yourself why you liked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm also a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://traininglog.runnersworld.com/logs/79c6f25e723b4c5c820d9173686987e4"&gt;runnersworld.com's Training Log feature&lt;/a&gt; and I find it pretty convenient to map out each run I complete and log it in my training log.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which brings me to the point that I REALLY &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; running. I wouldn't have met Gregg if it weren't for running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have personally best-ed myself in almost every race I ran this year. My current fastest 5K time is 25:09. I ran that at the Flemington, NJ Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving last week. You can see the results &lt;a href="http://www.compuscore.com/cs2008/novdec/flemtur1.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! (PS: Look for Gregg Cavaliere and you'll see his amazing time, too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My boyfriend, Gregg, was a &lt;a href="http://www.lynchburg.edu/x4570.xml"&gt;5-time All-American&lt;/a&gt; for Lynchburg College in cross country, indoor and oudoor track. That makes me very proud. He was/is really &lt;em&gt;fast! &lt;/em&gt;He's also in the Lynchburg College Hall of Fame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He also has a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.lynchburg.edu/x4496.xml"&gt;all-time track records&lt;/a&gt; at Lynchburg College. Can you tell I'm proud of him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to do a marathon (26.2 miles) and maybe an Ironman (2.4 mile swim, bike 112 miles, run 26.2 miles) someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I do either or both, I will feel very proud of myself. (Not that I don't feel proud of what I've done already.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pride, humility, joy, and love: feelings I like to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too much pride, sadness, guilt, and pain: feelings I don't like to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Google, filibuster, sprinkles, and l'ananas: words I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I speak some French. Je parle le francais, un peu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Je voudrais aller a France...peut-etre a Paris et le sud de la France a la plage de la mer Mediterranee. Peut-etre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Translation for #46: use &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate_t#"&gt;Google Translate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would also like to visit: Egypt, the Czech Republic, Yugoslavia, Slovenia, Poland, England, Sweden, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, China, Japan, Australia, Brazil, Turks &amp;amp; Caicos, Alaska, and Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lose my 2nd toenail on my right foot when I run long races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hasn't grown back the same since I first lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love ice water and white wine. Not together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite white wine ever is any kind of Gewurtztraminer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love reading about the Holocaust and Nazi Germany. It's SOO interesting. Books like &lt;em&gt;Number the Stars&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;All But My Life&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/em&gt; are some of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to count calories on everything and throw up sometimes. I don't do that anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm usually pretty happy in my body these days. That's a big step from my college years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gregg always points out that I, too, am a huge proponent of efficient movement around the house. If I'm moving through the house, I probably have something to move with me. Laundry, dishes, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a shoe problem. It's very convincing when you look in my closet or if you refer to another blog of mine, &lt;a href="http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoes-my-stomping-grounds.html"&gt;Shoes: My Stomping Grounds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once sewed my own patchwork quilt. I want to learn how to quilt for real, and I want to make a t-shirt quilt for Gregg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like the following names: Kyria, Persephone, Carrington, Easton, Tellulah, Tucker, Alden, Aiden, Asia, Madison, Zoe, Noah, Jakob, Eva, Thomas, Eden, Harry, and Marisol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think Gregg likes any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love coupons...online kind or paper kind...whatever you've got, I want it. Especially coupon CODES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am convinced that learning the dance from the video below would make me feel happy everyday. When I needed it, I'd just start doing this dance. Beyonce must be a happy gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met a guy at the running store today who is a senior at E.C. Glass. He runs track, but his first obsession is dance. He can do the whole Beyonce &lt;em&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/em&gt; dance. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REHbgBPkvEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have cable. We get like 3 major channels. You won't get those channels with an antenna anymore unless you order &lt;a href="http://www.dtvtransition.org/"&gt;the converter box&lt;/a&gt; before February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can apply for a coupon for the converter box &lt;a href="https://www.dtv2009.gov/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite subscription: &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite country: USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite famous American: Susan B. Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She and I share a birthday and she's got her own dollar coin. How cool is that?! Plus, she helped pave the way for my suffrage. Sweet, huh? Don't know what I'm talking about? Read about her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_B._Anthony"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. I know everything isn't accurate, but I still love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd love to write several books. One will be &lt;em&gt;My 492 Prince Charmings&lt;/em&gt; about the dating story of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another book will be a biography of a man named Tommy Harris. He is a very famous guy in Lynchburg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would also like to write several children's books. One of them would be about Belize, a country I visited twice in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another children's book I'd write would be about Christmas and traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which reminds me, I really want &lt;a href="http://www.elfontheshelf.com/#/home"&gt;Elf on the Shelf&lt;/a&gt; (the book and the toy) for my Christmas traditions collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also have a list of other things I want someday: &lt;a href="http://www.avenuevine.com/movabletype/archives/decanter-thumb.gif"&gt;a decanter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cinnamondesigns.com.au/assets/img/CandleSnuffer-large.jpg"&gt;a candle snuffer&lt;/a&gt;, a really nice nativity, my own nutcracker tree like Sarah's, and a vintage ornament tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also want to marry Gregg. So I kinda want a &lt;a href="http://www.designsbyindigo.co.uk/i/home%20page%20pics/2_carat_pear_diamond_ring.jpg"&gt;ring&lt;/a&gt;. Like &lt;a href="http://ringoblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/antique-engagement-ring.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://i1.iofferphoto.com/img/item/311/382/46/b0_1_bo.JPG"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.bidorbuy.co.za/user_images/755/3962ctw_prong_4.JPG"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I also like &lt;a href="https://www.artdecodiamonds.com/images/products/2121_01.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.annjewelry.com/uploads1/jewelry_new_db/IJM/large/R6188WD65.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Business/RossSimons_CushionCutDiamond_080204_ssh.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel very happy about wearing &lt;a href="https://www.smartwool.com/#/EcomLanding/Womens/1/"&gt;Smartwool&lt;/a&gt; socks. They are warm and snuggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also really like socks made by the &lt;a href="http://www.sockguy.com/"&gt;sock guy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gizmosocks.com/"&gt;gizmo&lt;/a&gt;. I really want the "&lt;a href="http://www.sockguy.com/FlyingPig.html"&gt;flying pig&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.sockguy.com/product1399.html"&gt;pinky&lt;/a&gt;" pairs from the sock guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a recent sock obsession. It might be from working at &lt;a href="http://www.riversiderunners.com/"&gt;Riverside Runners&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also have a shoe obsession. Oh wait, I already told you about that. My new aspect of obsession de la shoes is with running shoes. I just got a pair of Nike Vomeros...and I love them. But I also want a pair of Nike Lunar Racers, and a new pair of Asics Nimbus, another Mizuno Wave Creation 9, and a pair of track spikes. I never really liked these shoes that much before. WOAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would love to have a dog someday. If I did, I'd own a &lt;a href="http://www.pink-world.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/pug9.jpg"&gt;pug&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/dogs/1/0/O/u/2/Moose_neo_mastiff.jpg"&gt;mastiff&lt;/a&gt;, or a &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/53/Boxer_puppy_fawn_portrai.jpg/800px-Boxer_puppy_fawn_portrai.jpg"&gt;boxer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've never had a pet in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My little sister had 2 goldfish, but she fed them Oreo crumbs, and they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She also had a hermit crab named Sandy, but like all hermit crabs, she died too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents have a kitten named Joy now. It is anything but joyful. I call her Lucy (short for Lucifer) because she spits at people and hisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am ultra-emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That explains why I sometimes cry with just a change in the tone of one's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I do try to hold back, it never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm also a big fan of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like loud, silly rings in bright colors that my mom rolls her eyes at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom rolls her eyes/sighs at me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that doesn't mean we aren't close and that she isn't really important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's very inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope that I can be a mom like her someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I'll know I've given something to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only I could work on getting that &lt;a href="http://ringoblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/antique-engagement-ring.jpg"&gt;ring&lt;/a&gt; I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that then Gregg and I can get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we can have our own little miracles to teach, love, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-4975130474780339831?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4975130474780339831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=4975130474780339831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4975130474780339831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4975130474780339831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-blog-versary.html' title='It&apos;s a Blog-A-Versary'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STf_sf81TeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GMuFAl07_qo/s72-c/HPIM4113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-4288543389642214551</id><published>2008-12-04T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:09:52.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Shoes: My Stomping Grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfx4jSeO8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/aIqIa6RpCqw/s1600-h/HPIM4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275951442335513538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfx4jSeO8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/aIqIa6RpCqw/s400/HPIM4111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I read somewhere that there are 6 main reasons why women buy shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The shoe matches an outfit we have in our closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We buy the shoe to potentially match a future clothing purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bought it because it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bought it becase it made us feel sexy and powerful when we put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bought it on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bought it off the clearance rack and can't take it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, I'd like to personally link a shoe to each of these reasons and talk about how each said shoe has changed my life (or wardrobe). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. This is a shoe I bought because it would definitely match something I already had in my closet. It matched one green shirt that I bought and that justified me getting the shoe as well. I haven't worn it that much, but it's still cool to pull it out every once in awhile: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275948454212324674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfvKnqYzUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bJC8JqC33RA/s400/HPIM4104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is a definite example of a shoe bought to &lt;em&gt;potentially &lt;/em&gt;match something in my closet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now, for what it's worth, this shoe has had proud moments at TJES and as the unforgettable &lt;a href="http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/amy-winehouse.html"&gt;Amy Winehouse shoe&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275944750818311730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfrzDccvjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7oTfvEgcFuQ/s400/HPIM4106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275945141928880386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfsJ0ceaQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t-ihQQN0OvE/s400/HPIM3659.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. I bought this shoe because it was so cute. It went well with a pair of black Bermudas and a cute black sundress this summer. Also pairs nicely with jeans:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946139928210034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STftD6SDqnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_CEeIMv1HNo/s400/HPIM4107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. I definitely bought this shoe because it made me feel powerful and sexy when I put it on. I had no idea what I would wear this shoe with...but I knew I had to have it. It was gorgeous! Now, after over a year of wear, this shoe probably should be retired (it's old) but it's just so fun to wear with jeans that I can't come to grips with parting with it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946840823158706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STftstUb17I/AAAAAAAAAIE/cadzSfNYFdI/s400/HPIM4108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. I bought this shoe on sale and thought it was cool, but once again didn't know what I'd wear it with. After I wore it this summer, my sister told me she looked at the same shoe and asked if she could borrow it. Guess it was worth it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275949398599645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfwBlx3upI/AAAAAAAAAIU/69o46SISWB0/s400/HPIM4109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. And the last shoe, bought off the clearance rack (for $16.97, down from $68.00!), was not returnable. It's a Chinese Laundry shoe, and I wanted a t-strap sandal all summer. Was it worth it? YES! I wore this a ton:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275949876661175618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfwdasnxUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xV5Dip2irfE/s400/HPIM4108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My ode to shoes. There are plenty more in the closet. Hope you enjoyed just 6 pairs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-4288543389642214551?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4288543389642214551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=4288543389642214551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4288543389642214551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4288543389642214551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoes-my-stomping-grounds.html' title='Shoes: My Stomping Grounds'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/STfx4jSeO8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/aIqIa6RpCqw/s72-c/HPIM4111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1797077911435396955</id><published>2008-12-03T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:32:00.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>gals on the run</title><content type='html'>Saturday, November 22nd, Sarah, Emily (her sis), and I &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSjPg7Y6PsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rLOR2XxXI4k/s1600-h/gotr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271691528442101442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSjPg7Y6PsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rLOR2XxXI4k/s400/gotr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ran the Girls on the Run 5K celebration run with a bunch of 3rd-5th grade girls from Lynchburg and the surrounding areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls on the Run is a program for girls in 3rd through 5th grades that encourages girls to run (obviously) and make healthy choices. It also helps girls with peer pressure choices and talking about "tough" issues, like using drugs, smoking, and drinking as well as body image, eating disorders, and being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration 5K is a "race" but isn't timed and recorded. There's a clock at the start so you know your time when you finish, but it's non-competitive and is more about promoting the girls' and their big accomplishment of finishing a 5K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher at one of the GOTR schools (Thomas Jefferson Elementary), Sarah wanted to support some of her former students and cheer on the TJES group. I went with her since I knew a lot of the girls, too, since I also taught at TJES. Since I'm not teaching there anymore, it's always fun to see the kids from school and get huge hugs from them when they come running up to say hello! Sarah's sister, Emily, went with us, and we all ran the race, had a great time chatting, and felt better that morning for having done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the GOTR of Greater Lynchburg! The run was a huge success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSjPg7Y6PsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rLOR2XxXI4k/s1600-h/gotr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1797077911435396955?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.girlsontherun.org/' title='gals on the run'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1797077911435396955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1797077911435396955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1797077911435396955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1797077911435396955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/12/gals-on-run.html' title='gals on the run'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSjPg7Y6PsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rLOR2XxXI4k/s72-c/gotr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-6211594022987827356</id><published>2008-11-26T22:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:31:02.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>the turkey cupcake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; with inspiration from my friend Kelly, Gregg's nieces, Jackie, Maddie, and I made turkey cupcakes this afternoon. they were very fun and a big hit! can't wait to serve them tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273187082976661634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4ftqMAkII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kZcKGCK5oGA/s400/HPIM4001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used the idea from Kelly along with some &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/images/beautyshots/r41428fp.jpg"&gt;inspiration from the web...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273188601845765986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4hGEan12I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nWs2EFha7es/s400/HPIM4008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and we're proud to say that they're just beautiful! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yellow cake mix, chocolate icing, chocolate sprinkles,&lt;br /&gt;candy corn, and some pasty bags did the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273189431674859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4h2XxS8XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3QKMpmReM2Q/s400/HPIM4011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2184955404132758457-6211594022987827356?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6211594022987827356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=6211594022987827356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6211594022987827356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6211594022987827356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-cupcake.html' title='the turkey cupcake'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4ftqMAkII/AAAAAAAAAHM/kZcKGCK5oGA/s72-c/HPIM4001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-627522846007416865</id><published>2008-11-26T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:31:57.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>moloka'i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3273.Moloka_i?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Moloka'i" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51NZYS59MVL._SL160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3273.Moloka_i?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;Moloka'i&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2226.Alan_Brennert"&gt;Alan Brennert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/26459872?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;when I started reading Moloka'i, I honestly wasn't that interested. I didn't catch the cover with a lot of intrigue, and unfortunately, I do &lt;i&gt;judge&lt;/i&gt; books by their covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;anyway, book club decided to read it, and i finally finished (late, as usual) today. i loved this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moloka'i, a Hawaiian island, was home to a leper colony in the late 1800s and into the 1900s, where many people were exiled to live with "leprousy" which was actually something later to be called Hansen's Disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the main character, Rachel Kalama, is torn from her family and sent to live at Kalaupapa on Molokai'i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the book is the story of her loneliness, her love, her hope, and her life. it's a great book because it shows how much a person adapts to their surroundings when they have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-627522846007416865?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://books.google.com/books?id=82eBfPqye8oC' title='moloka&apos;i'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/627522846007416865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=627522846007416865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/627522846007416865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/627522846007416865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/molokai.html' title='moloka&apos;i'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-932128811194569143</id><published>2008-11-26T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:44:40.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i'm kind of obsessed with cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; some photos from El's 2nd birthday in September...the caterpillar cake I made for her birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273158496866160226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4FtuoKTmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fmenu2Kbv8o/s400/HPIM3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273160074757790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4HJku13RI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aYH_fnbG1IQ/s400/HPIM3436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273161143047937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4IHwbD3FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nQ37f911i2Y/s400/HPIM3444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-932128811194569143?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/932128811194569143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=932128811194569143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/932128811194569143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/932128811194569143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-kind-of-obsessed-with-cakes.html' title='i&apos;m kind of obsessed with cakes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4FtuoKTmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Fmenu2Kbv8o/s72-c/HPIM3421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1904698730972680822</id><published>2008-11-26T20:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:23:01.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>if i ever doubted my betty crocker talents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i had an official welcome into the Cavaliere family with an invite to Gregg's brother and sister-in-laws' house in Hillsborough for Thanksgiving. for one of only 2 times out of 26, i'd be spending Thanksgiving away from my family in Greensburg, PA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO...with that, i started asking some questions about Gregg's two nieces, Maddie and Jackie. since Jackie's 12th birthday was coming up (it was this past Sunday, Nov. 23rd), we recieved an email from Rose, Gregg's sister-in-law about Jackie's latest interest: robots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, &lt;/strong&gt;we had the idea to make a robot cake for Jackie's birthday and bring it with us to New Jersey. and that's what I did...I make a robot cake. I'm kind of proud of how it turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making the cake involved making a yellow and chocolate box cake, using a 9x13 pan for the yellow cake, and then a 9" sqaure, a small 4" round, and a dome cake out of the chocolate cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after baking, i used the chocolate dome cake for the head, a portion of the 9x13 yellow for his chest/body, the 9" square for his legs, pieces of the rest of the yellow for his arms and feet, and the small 4" circle cut in half for his shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gray icing, (mixed white icing with Wilson food coloring paste, NOT food coloring...because it's less liquidy and therefore affects the icing's viscosity less) was made from adding red, green, blue, a little pink, and then a little more green...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rivets on the edge of the robot are chocolate chips turned upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the buttons and eyebrows are M&amp;amp;Ms...the mouth and outlining is just black gel icing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cake was a huge accomplishment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273152044563895602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS3_2J7bFTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e4Wy0bLOd2c/s400/HPIM3990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and this is Jackie's reaction to the cake...we had a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273155632078423986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS4DG-dih7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/DO-A4JsNUU0/s400/HPIM3995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1904698730972680822?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://recipes.bettycrocker.com/?WT.mc_id=paid_search_phase2_08&amp;WT.srch=1&amp;esrc=338' title='if i ever doubted my betty crocker talents'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1904698730972680822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1904698730972680822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1904698730972680822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1904698730972680822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-ever-doubted-my-betty-crocker.html' title='if i ever doubted my betty crocker talents'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SS3_2J7bFTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e4Wy0bLOd2c/s72-c/HPIM3990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7489482249964655706</id><published>2008-11-21T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:49:16.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>V-O-T-E! again! click here or on the apple below!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogawards.com/best-new-homeschool-blog-2008/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271122161365891458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSbJrZvnOYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N8eUA4_Iinw/s400/awardblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friend, Laura, is on target to try to win for the best "New Homeschool Blog 2008" and I'd like to give her at least a few more votes. If you could, (even though you don't know her), just click on the apple above or on my title link, and go to "10 Million Miles" to vote for Laura, that would be awesome! :) I would forever love you! And it's a chance to vote again if you did or didn't particularly feel like your vote mattered earlier this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7489482249964655706?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://homeschoolblogawards.com/best-new-homeschool-blog-2008/' title='V-O-T-E! again! click here or on the apple below!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7489482249964655706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7489482249964655706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7489482249964655706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7489482249964655706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/v-o-t-e-again-click-here-or-on-apple.html' title='V-O-T-E! again! click here or on the apple below!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSbJrZvnOYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N8eUA4_Iinw/s72-c/awardblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-8134130865750190189</id><published>2008-11-21T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:09:04.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunko'/><title type='text'>friends through THICK and thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa-y57M3OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oHDKqukWD4c/s1600-h/bunko01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271110195635608802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa-y57M3OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oHDKqukWD4c/s400/bunko01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this group...a shot from last night's bunko...this group includes people who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've taught with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I run with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are Ohio State fans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are Penn State fans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are in a book club with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've babysat for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;share the love of blogging with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are still teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are pharmacists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hash with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have gorgeous children!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;play Bunko!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSbAYDvkm_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjxeBLwIlyo/s1600-h/HPIM3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271111933437975538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSbAYDvkm_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/EjxeBLwIlyo/s400/HPIM3982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-8134130865750190189?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8134130865750190189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=8134130865750190189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/8134130865750190189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/8134130865750190189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-through-thick-and-thin.html' title='friends through THICK and thin'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa-y57M3OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oHDKqukWD4c/s72-c/bunko01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-5308775252544952709</id><published>2008-11-21T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:45:29.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunko'/><title type='text'>spreading myself beyond the PSU lines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa48xufVqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/koE40YzwvkU/s1600-h/buckeye.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271103768163735202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa48xufVqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/koE40YzwvkU/s400/buckeye.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so, i've NEVER, in my entire life, been a fan or patron of the Ohio State Buckeyes. i grew up in a small town, Jeannette, Pennsylvania, until i was 4, where we had a buckeye tree growing in our yard. my only real influence of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luckymojo.com/buckeyes.html"&gt;buckeyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was with that tree, collecting them in a small plastic swimming pool and playing with them. they weren't edible nuts (though a relative of the chestnut) but they were kind of fun to play with because they were hard, made a cool noise when knocked together, and were especially fun to run your hands through if you had a huge pile of them. but i digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the OSU Buckeyes have always been an enemy of mine, consider the following facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a graduate of the &lt;a href="http://www.psu.edu/"&gt;Pennsylvania State University&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PSU and OSU are both in the &lt;a href="http://bigten.cstv.com/"&gt;Big Ten&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OSU &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sportstalkbuzz.com/2008/10/22/osu-vs-psu-warning-of-scarlet-fever-outbreak-in-columbus/"&gt;usually&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;beats PSU in the season. &lt;a href="http://www.pjstar.com/sports_illinois/x270980836/Indiana-pulls-Big-Ten-surprise-on-Northwestern"&gt;They didn't this year.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am from Pennsylvania and have some family and friends from Ohio...forming a natural rivalry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A lot of Ohio State fans I know, have always been a little negative toward my boyfriend, JoePa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, with all of this against me &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; doing anything positive in the light of the Buckeyes, i've turned over a new leaf. i present to you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271104534790389490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa5pZohvvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WKZ8A3xJXY4/s400/HPIM3978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are seeing what your eyes are telling you. I did bake a cake and make it into an Ohio State "O." if it weren't for the cold, hard fact that a friend from Bunko, Carrie, was a HUGE Ohio State fan, this &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;would've happened. however, carrie, who has been a part of this group since it started (3+ years), is moving to Ohio in January and we're all very sad to see her go. last night, at her last bunko, we gave her a little sayonara with a "Virginia-themed" gift and an Ohio State cake. Carrie, we will miss you...and you've seen another side of me that may NEVER happen again...but should be cherished in all of it's Ohio State glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the other side of my leaf. I will be returning to my usual buckeye inspiration (the nut) for the rest of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-5308775252544952709?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.osu.edu/' title='spreading myself beyond the PSU lines...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5308775252544952709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=5308775252544952709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5308775252544952709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5308775252544952709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/spreading-myself-beyond-psu-lines.html' title='spreading myself beyond the PSU lines...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSa48xufVqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/koE40YzwvkU/s72-c/buckeye.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-4826271357255112245</id><published>2008-11-20T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:10:24.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunko'/><title type='text'>a PLIABLE question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSayJ0S02mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DTc9Q1pVolM/s1600-h/ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271096295609916002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSayJ0S02mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DTc9Q1pVolM/s320/ear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; interestingly enough, ears were the topic of a short conversation at bunko last night...in a rather amusing context, jodi asked everyone sitting at our table if their ears were soft or hard at the tops. we all immediately took our ears and attempted to bend them because jodi continued by telling us that her boyfriend made fun of her ears because they were rather rigid and his were more of the &lt;em&gt;floppy&lt;/em&gt; type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've never really thought about this, i urge you to reach up to your own ears now and notice if they're floppy and pliable at the tops, or if they're more of the rigid, hard-to-bend types. it's an interesting question and something to experiment with when you're around your husband, wife, children, boyfriend or girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny...we talk about the most random things. did you hear that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-4826271357255112245?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ear' title='a PLIABLE question...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4826271357255112245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=4826271357255112245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4826271357255112245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4826271357255112245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/pliable-question.html' title='a PLIABLE question...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSayJ0S02mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DTc9Q1pVolM/s72-c/ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7788782304236673824</id><published>2008-11-18T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:48:29.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed and breakfast'/><title type='text'>be my guest b&amp;b</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYq7ohwNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Wpq4FsYSHU/s1600-h/HPIM3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223852283216082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYq7ohwNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Wpq4FsYSHU/s320/HPIM3967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYeDbH6-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ORQUxbtoRM0/s1600-h/HPIM3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYLOf0hcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/48i2kbl4tME/s1600-h/HPIM3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223307591157186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYLOf0hcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/48i2kbl4tME/s320/HPIM3966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever wanted a peacock mirror, this is the place to see one! After spending one of two nights here at the Be My Guest B&amp;amp;B, I've decided that Bertie and I would be great friends...if not for anything else but a love of sparkly, be-dazzled, jewel-toting peacocks, jewelry boxes, and knick-knacks. I LOVE this mirror and REALLY wish I could have one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house, built in 1919, was bought by Bill &amp;amp; Bertie in 1982. Located on the corner of Kensington and Sheppard, just 2 blocks from the &lt;a href="http://www.vmfa.museum/index.html"&gt;VMFA&lt;/a&gt;, the Be My Guest Bed and Breakfast is just gorgeous! I'm enamored mostly by the bathroom in my room...a suite...because it's purple and green, has a gorgeous glass tile floor (eggplant and celery), a shower with multiple heads...(great after this morning's run), and of course, the peacock mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast was served this morning by Bill...a homemade Belgian waffle with berries, chocolate chips, and yummy syrup. Fruit was delish, coffee yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great stay...you should visit too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7788782304236673824?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g60893-d122922-Reviews-Be_My_Guest_Bed_and_Breakfast-Richmond_Virginia.html' title='be my guest b&amp;b'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7788782304236673824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7788782304236673824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7788782304236673824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7788782304236673824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-my-guest-b.html' title='be my guest b&amp;b'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSOYq7ohwNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Wpq4FsYSHU/s72-c/HPIM3967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7834174877219467590</id><published>2008-11-17T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:18:02.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><title type='text'>my new job (click here!) or read below!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;VMFA ART   ON   THE   SPOT STATEWIDE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art on the Spot programs are free SOL based programs for elementary classrooms. Since 2004 these programs have served over 30,000 students in the metro Richmond area. Thanks to a generous gift from The Council of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, VMFA is excited to offer Art on the Spot classroom visits to students across the Virginia November 2008 through June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let VMFA educators come to your school with VMFA Art on the Spot. These 60 minute multi-sensory and SOL-related art experiences, include art history lessons, hands-on activities, and video clips. This year's Art on the Spot lessons are recommended for grades 1, 3, and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;City/Country    Grade 1Take an imaginary trip through the country and the city to explore how lifestyles change from the past to the present. Learn about American artists, George Henry Durrie and Faith Ringgold, and use real fabric to make your own story quilt about your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get Earthy! Greece and Rome      Grade 3Be an archaeologist! Discover the worlds of ancient Greece and Rome. Explore the Olympics, pottery, and a mysterious artifact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Voice of Freedom      Grade 4 Investigate art that illustrates Americans efforts to gain independence, end slavery, and give women the right to vote. Become the voice of these paintings and help describe what freedom meant to the artists and their subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scheduling Please schedule your FREE educational visit at least three weeks in advance by phoning Jennifer Foley, Paul Mellon Collection Educator, at 804.204.2673, Monday-Friday, 8:30 am-4:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Please have the following information ready when you call:&lt;br /&gt;Art on the Spot program topic&lt;br /&gt;Number of students - Maximum of 32 students per group&lt;br /&gt;Date(s) and time(s)&lt;br /&gt;Alternate date(s) and time(s)&lt;br /&gt;School name, address, and phone number&lt;br /&gt;Name of contact person or teacher and their home/cell phone and e-mail &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7834174877219467590?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vmfa.museum/osp/art_spot.html' title='my new job (click here!) or read below!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7834174877219467590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7834174877219467590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7834174877219467590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7834174877219467590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-job-click-here-or-read-below.html' title='my new job (click here!) or read below!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3914641678413683746</id><published>2008-11-17T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:15:47.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>lazy sundays</title><content type='html'>if you can't identify with the need for a lazy long Sunday, then i invite you to hear about my sunday...for which I'm not exactly proud to say that i didn't do anything i needed to, but everything i wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up at 10am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;laid in bed until noon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Cracker Barrel (Gregg's &lt;strong&gt;ONLY FAVORITE&lt;/strong&gt; breakfast restau)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stopped at the Royal Chevrolet car lot to look for a white VW Jetta Wolfberg edition...didn't find it until we visited the lot on 221 (formerly Jim Martin Pontiac)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Hollywood Video to rent &lt;a href="http://www.americangangster.net/"&gt;American Gangster&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9Y7MLNmcj8"&gt;Smart People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stopped at CVS to pick up the Sunday paper and snacks (typically, Strawberry Twizzlers for Gregg and Nacho Cheese Doritos for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSHd0mZ_CBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q9-2Z3OTit0/s1600-h/dorito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269736934732662802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSHd0mZ_CBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q9-2Z3OTit0/s200/dorito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSHc3VXFhqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kagt45ZLt7w/s1600-h/twizz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269735882185082530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSHc3VXFhqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kagt45ZLt7w/s200/twizz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home and watched NFL all afternoon, including the nearly-upset Steelers' victory! (DID YOU SEE THAT polamalu TOUCHDOWN at 0:00?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;put &lt;em&gt;American Gangster &lt;/em&gt;on the big screen and was lost for the next 3 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;except for when we paused the movie and made (ie: opened up cans and heated in the microwave) soup for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;put a load of laundry in the washer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read some of &lt;em&gt;Moloka'i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, that's really what my Sunday was like. I didn't go to church, I barely cleaned up laundry or made meals...but it felt so good! And now I'm rested and ready to go to Richmond tonight and learn all about my new job as a VMFA Art on the Spot Educator!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-3914641678413683746?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3914641678413683746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=3914641678413683746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3914641678413683746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3914641678413683746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-sundays.html' title='lazy sundays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SSHd0mZ_CBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q9-2Z3OTit0/s72-c/dorito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-2793170255713057275</id><published>2008-11-14T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:15:01.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>did you know...?</title><content type='html'>i'm reading the book, &lt;em&gt;MOLOKA'I&lt;/em&gt; by Alan Brennert, a novel about a girl who is torn from her family and exiled to life on Moloka'i in a leprosy settlement...if you've never heard about the settlement and what was happening on this small island of Hawaii, then it's worth doing a little research about...especially because it only ended 40 years ago in 1969. pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268593596469824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3N9jd7TGI/AAAAAAAAADs/jzwm_24Rdsw/s320/moloka%27i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-2793170255713057275?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://visitmolokai.com/kala.html' title='did you know...?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2793170255713057275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=2793170255713057275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2793170255713057275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2793170255713057275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-you-know.html' title='did you know...?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3N9jd7TGI/AAAAAAAAADs/jzwm_24Rdsw/s72-c/moloka%27i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1718288960221233229</id><published>2008-11-14T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:05:59.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>a cruddy (couple of) day(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9ijBbyaBWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9ijBbyaBWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it's not that i try to be in a crummy mood when a few days of serious rain and clouds come along...but sometimes even when i try my hardest, rainy days always get me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help that i'm low on money, still feeling the effects of taking a few months off from teaching and only starting a new part-time job 4 weeks ago and about to start another job next week...but finances can &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; get ya down, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it probably has to do with having a really &lt;em&gt;fabulous&lt;/em&gt; weekend last weekend and knowing that i have a not-so-fabulous weekend coming up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it might have to do with the fact that the front right wheel on my car was bent in 3 places when they looked at it at the garage...that i had to rotate my newer front tires to the back and then get rid of the rear tires (they were REALLY bad) and get new ones...which thankfully, only ended up meaning i had to buy one tire because my full-size, never-been-used Michelin spare was more than adequate and meant that i only had to buy one more Michelin to put on the front (to the tune of $129.00)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it might have to do with the fact that i've wanted to get &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;people gifts in the past 3 months and i can't afford it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it might have to do with the fact that it's embarrassing to even talk about...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever the reason for my glum mood, karen carpenter says it all when she sings &lt;em&gt;Rainy Days and Mondays&lt;/em&gt; in the video above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you begin the healing process by writing, curling up with a good book, or grabbing a Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar and eating the entire thing yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268590661527953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3LSt9QXzI/AAAAAAAAADk/umhSg18Yij8/s320/hershey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2184955404132758457-1718288960221233229?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1718288960221233229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1718288960221233229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1718288960221233229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1718288960221233229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/cruddy-couple-of-days.html' title='a cruddy (couple of) day(s)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3LSt9QXzI/AAAAAAAAADk/umhSg18Yij8/s72-c/hershey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7898282395044422147</id><published>2008-11-13T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:03:24.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>OBX half-marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRw-JfBp9eI/AAAAAAAAADc/p7nFyiX8oG0/s1600-h/HPIM3843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153996784825826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRw-JfBp9eI/AAAAAAAAADc/p7nFyiX8oG0/s320/HPIM3843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Kelly Perdieu told me about the OBX Half-Marathon back in September...she mentioned that she really wanted to go and that she probably would be staying with some friends who have done it every year. Since I didn't want to impose and I didn't really have the money, I didn't really pursue the idea of running it. After I started working for Riverside Runners in mid-October, I once again had the idea pop into my head when a fellow runner, Tommy Harris, mentioned that he was going to the OBX to run the full marathon and he was looking for someone to be his driver (aka: take him to the start, 26 miles away from his house). I thought it would be so much fun, so I asked Gregg if he'd be interested in going (being our driver) and told him we'd have a place to stay. I was running in the mornings with Kelly (semi-training, but not really running that much), so I decided to step it up in preparation for the race. I confirmed with Tommy that we'd be coming along, that we'd stay with him at his house, and that Jeff had approved me to be gone that weekend from work. I started running more, ran a PR in the I Am Woman 5k, at 25:36. In no way did I think the OBX Half was going to be some GREAT race for me, but I knew it would be fun. Tommy, Gregg, and I left on Nov. 7th, a Friday afternoon, stopped for spaghetti in Chesapeake on the way down, and then settled in. Saturday, we went to the Race EXPO, picked up our packets, bought fun Gizmo socks, and drove the courses. Saturday night, we talked about our goals for the race...mine being that I beat my previous half-marathon time of 2:08:53 by 4-5 minutes (goal: 2:04:00). Tommy and Gregg both agreed that they thought I could break 2 hours, but I wasn't too sure, knew that I was feeling ultra-nervous, and was a bit sore in my right Achilles.the morning of the race, after visiting the bathroom and porta-john plenty of times, i took off. tommy had prepared my feet with moleskin, vaseline, and his favorite treatment, Bigeloil, and i felt really good. Gregg missed the start of the half because he was dropping Tommy off for the marathon start, so i took off and hoped to see Gregg somewhere along the course. if it weren't for him popping up every few miles, i probably wouldn't have done as well...gregg would come out of nowhere, cheer for me, take some pictures and then move on ahead and meet me again. i felt so good the first half of the race...running around 57 minutes for the first 6.9 miles. the 2nd half, a 10K, was a similar time, around 59 minutes, which put me at 1:56:57 for my finish. i knew that i slowed down a bit in the 2nd half, but i wasn't sure by how much, and i wasn't pushing super hard until the last 5K and then really the last mile. when i saw the finish line and saw that i was under 2 hours, i started to cry! i was so happy, so proud, so excited that i had beat my own goal and fulfilled what both Tommy &amp;amp; Gregg had said in the beginning. running this race was like a new step for me...breaking records...running a better pace than ever in a long distance race...and just feeling so good about myself. :) i'm sure there's more running records to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7898282395044422147?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lin-mark.com/obxhalf08.txt' title='OBX half-marathon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7898282395044422147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7898282395044422147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7898282395044422147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7898282395044422147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/obx-half-marathon.html' title='OBX half-marathon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRw-JfBp9eI/AAAAAAAAADc/p7nFyiX8oG0/s72-c/HPIM3843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-8670179804985004984</id><published>2008-11-13T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:46:35.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>summer race series</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153145918961602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRw9X9TbN8I/AAAAAAAAADU/bOccbd_ywTc/s320/HPIM3943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;last year at this time, gregg and i had only met a few times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mid-September 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; ended up at the E.C. Glass parking lot at the same time after running on the 10-miler course on a Thursday night...in preparation for the 10-miler...he introduced himself and asked if i wanted to meet him and some others at the Corner Cafe for a drink (me: "what's the corner cafe, and who is this old guy i'm talking to?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;went to the Corner Cafe for the first time because the hash ended there, and saw him with a friend, Jeff, who owns the running store. talked to jeff, acknowledged gregg, but didn't think anything of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 13, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;went to the Lynchburg Road Runners meeting to accept my award for 3rd place in my age group for the Lynchburg Summer Race Series. gregg was there for the free pizza and asked me after if i wanted to get a drink. once again, i rejected him...("who &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; this guy??")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 18, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;ended another hash at the Corner Cafe and gregg happened to be there (i didn't know this at the time, but he was an owner of the CC, so it made sense that he was there all the time). when everyone was getting rides back to Food Lion where we started our run, most of the cars were full. i had started talking to gregg at the counter, and he offered a ride back to Food Lion. I accepted, and on the way, in his new BMW convertible, we started chatting and he asked for my number. my phone was broken at the time, so i gave him my number, but told him i wouldn't have my new phone until Thanksgiving (this &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; true) because I had it shipped to my parents' house. nonetheless, i told him to call me sometime after the holiday...(again, i wasn't &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;interested, but i &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;like his car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 29, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;gregg got in touch with me the week after Thanksgiving, asked me to meet up with him and some friends at mudpuppy's on a Thursday night. i was baking Christmas cookies, so i told him i'd come if i finished in time without it being too late. something inside me prodded me to go once i pulled out the last batch from the oven, and since it was close, i decided to go with my gut. i met gregg (his friends had already left) and we started talking...and it was like &lt;em&gt;instant&lt;/em&gt; connection. gregg says now that even if we hadn't had a romantic connection, he still would've wanted to at least be friends cause he thought i was so cool. we talked for a long time, but i had school the next day, so i had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 1, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;the night before (Nov. 30th), i was having people over from school for Game Night, so i didn't get to hang out with gregg...(ironically, i think he had a date with some chick, or dinner or something, so it's funny how it all worked out), but on Saturday, December 1st, there was the annual &lt;a href="http://www.riversiderunners.com/Results/07PeaksChristmasClassic.txt"&gt;Peaks of Otter Christmas Classic&lt;/a&gt;. gregg and i talked about riding together, if i could be up early enough to catch a ride with him. it turns out, i woke up, and gregg picked me up...and he brought me a vanilla latte from Starbux...i was instantly wooed. we ran the race (gregg was 4th overall!) and then waited in the Bedford Middle School gym for a LOOOOONG time for the results. if the results hadn't been so screwed up, gregg and i wouldn't have had all that time to talk and hang out...it was destiny. we stopped at subway on the way home (he bought me lunch) and then vowed to hang out later if we could...he stopped by later that afternoon and i was baking banana bread, then asked if i wanted to hang out that evening. no longer even wanting to go, i told him that i had dinner plans (here's another ironic part of the story: anisa, a teacher from my school, had been wanting to set me up on a date with this guy from the hammersley dealer because she was dating one of his co-workers. i had agreed to go to dinner with her to meet this guy that night...so i just told gregg i was having dinner with a single friend...partly true). the blind date dinner was awful, i had NO interest in the guy she set me up with, and i wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible...i ended up calling gregg when i got home at 10 and asked him if he wanted to watch a movie. i ended up telling him about the blind date because i felt guilty and because i wanted him to know how much i was thinking about hanging out with him instead of dinner with the blind date guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 2007-present: &lt;/strong&gt;gregg and i hit it off (obviously) and we've been together ever since. two nights ago, we had that same Lynchburg Summer Race Series Awards meeting, and this time, instead of 3rd in my age group, i won 1st. it made me very nostalgic to receive this award because now i have this amazing boyfriend who has helped me become a better runner and who supports me in so many ways...and who was there when i received the award last year but wasn't a part of my life then as he is now. so this blog is dedicated not only to my 1st place award, but to the amazing past year of my life... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-8670179804985004984?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.riversiderunners.com/Results/2008Results/08RaceSeriesAG.htm' title='summer race series'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8670179804985004984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=8670179804985004984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/8670179804985004984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>amy winehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRulMwm9gPI/AAAAAAAAADE/pQ7HvCEjTpc/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985827765256434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRulMwm9gPI/AAAAAAAAADE/pQ7HvCEjTpc/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRulC3QNYfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UbdTTlLP5gI/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_TLoe3WPI/AAAAAAAAACU/0NkflqvnVPk/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRulC3QNYfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UbdTTlLP5gI/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_SrUCV2RI/AAAAAAAAACM/zplcGF27LOY/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658130974136594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_SrUCV2RI/AAAAAAAAACM/zplcGF27LOY/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated Halloween evening with several of my friends...a former teaching partner, Sarah, her husband, Ryan, her sister, Emily, and another couple, Jimmy &amp;amp; Ashley. Sarah, Emily, and Ryan went as Three's Company, Jimmy as Hannah Montana and Ashley as Billy Ray Cyrus...and then there's me...as Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't ask me what caused my costume to transpire...maybe it's the weird obsession i have with seeing her &lt;a href="http://www.weeklystandard.com/weblogs/TWSFP/amy_winehouse1.jpg"&gt;sickly photos&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's the way her raspy English voice sounds in her song, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD5sahXoj0U"&gt;Rehab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's her crazy &lt;a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/idolchatter/amywinehouserollingstone.jpg"&gt;tattoos&lt;/a&gt; and the fact that i really wish i had a crazy tattoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's because i finally purchased a pair of much-wanted &lt;a href="http://www.williamrast.com/WilliamRast/StoreUploads/Images/R5034CD024-1.JPG"&gt;skinny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skinny_jeans"&gt;jeans&lt;/a&gt; in order to create my character's costume...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whatever it was, it was fun to be amy for one night. actually it was so much fun that i dressed as her the next night, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-5665247352154111190?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bossip.com/wp-content/uploads/amywinehouse1.jpg' title='amy winehouse'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/5665247352154111190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=5665247352154111190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5665247352154111190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/5665247352154111190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/amy-winehouse.html' title='amy winehouse'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRulMwm9gPI/AAAAAAAAADE/pQ7HvCEjTpc/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1484064290319491025</id><published>2008-11-12T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:38:47.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>CHANGE (a list): so much happens in a year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRH7Ku1s7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/WX3tcA_mZ7o/s1600-h/Party07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265265601163357698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRH7Ku1s7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/WX3tcA_mZ7o/s320/Party07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year + a week ago, this picture was taken with friends at a Halloween (obviously) party. If you would've told me that I'd be where I am now on that day, I wouldn't have believed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several reasons why I feel like so much has happened this past year. I'll make a list...because I know several bloggers who have made lists before, and I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; love to read lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My List of Changes for 2008 (or Things You Didn't Know About Me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a tres serieux boyfriend, Gregg. I NEVER thought I'd fall in love like this, and now I know how amazing it can be to have someone love you so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am no longer a teacher, at least not in the institutional sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have run nine 5K races, a 1-miler, a 5-miler, and a 10K this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have also run two Deep Hollow Half Marathon trail races, a Lynchburg Half Marathon, and my first Outer Banks Half Marathon this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am the aunt of a 2 year old named Ella, whom I babysit almost every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I live in Lynchburg, Virginia...a formerly very conservative area in Virginia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a big fan of &lt;a href="http://www.buncorules.com/"&gt;Bunko&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've become closer friends with a girl I never would've thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I work at &lt;a href="http://www.riversiderunners.com/"&gt;Riverside Runners&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am the membership contact for the &lt;a href="http://www.lynchburgroadrunners.org/"&gt;Lynchburg Road Runners&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just accepted a job with the &lt;a href="http://www.vmfa.state.va.us/"&gt;Virginia Museum of Fine Arts&lt;/a&gt; for which I will be an &lt;a href="http://www.vmfa.museum/osp/art_spot.html"&gt;Art on the Spot Educator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I travelled to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Bethany Beach, Delaware with my whole family in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I helped welcome several friends' babies into the world: Alexis' twins, Bailey and Cooper; Carrie's Evey, Kylie's Beckett, Nell's Ashley, and Amy's Callie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRsC3uAyL0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MhVu_Gt-mHs/s1600-h/HPIM3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267807345407307586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRsC3uAyL0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MhVu_Gt-mHs/s200/HPIM3444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I celebrated Ella's 2nd birthday and made her a caterpillar cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finished the &lt;a href="http://www.setupevents.com/?fuseaction=event_detail&amp;amp;eventID=911"&gt;Angel's Race Sprint Triathlon&lt;/a&gt; for the 2nd year and bettered my time by 13 minutes, with a personal record of 1:46:07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw one of my very best friends, Rachel, marry her love, Brad, in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things that have changed my life or have changed about me in the past year. Change has been the most positive thing in my life in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1484064290319491025?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/change' title='CHANGE (a list): so much happens in a year...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1484064290319491025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1484064290319491025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1484064290319491025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1484064290319491025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-list-so-much-happens-in-year.html' title='CHANGE (a list): so much happens in a year...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRH7Ku1s7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/WX3tcA_mZ7o/s72-c/Party07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-2911855787963824916</id><published>2008-11-05T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:51:59.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>hope you didn't waste your vote</title><content type='html'>Profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGjGbZNyIBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGjGbZNyIBY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-2911855787963824916?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/2911855787963824916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=2911855787963824916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2911855787963824916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/2911855787963824916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-you-didnt-waste-your-vote.html' title='hope you didn&apos;t waste your vote'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7721302414963403937</id><published>2008-11-04T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:11:14.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snHsnpiQs3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/snHsnpiQs3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of Duran Duran...then you might like my new favorite music video. Appropriate for this historical Election Day, 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to appreciate the hair, clothes, make-up, and semi-goth seeping out of this video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7721302414963403937?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Election_Day_(song)' title='Election Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7721302414963403937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7721302414963403937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7721302414963403937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7721302414963403937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-6461385754399637462</id><published>2008-11-04T18:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:00:55.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>V-O-T-E!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRDbvCnXh-I/AAAAAAAAACc/9uKFCh7ozfU/s1600-h/HPIM3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264949565598435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRDbvCnXh-I/AAAAAAAAACc/9uKFCh7ozfU/s400/HPIM3789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already gone out and committed to your civic duty to vote, you've got 4 minutes left here in Virginia...and if you already did, then hopefully you're proudly wearing your "I VOTED!" sticker like me! And if you're a coffee drinker, you shouldn't forget your &lt;a href="http://starbucksgossip.typepad.com/"&gt;Starbucks opportunity&lt;/a&gt; for a free "I voted!" coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-6461385754399637462?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_presidential_election,_2008' title='V-O-T-E!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6461385754399637462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=6461385754399637462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6461385754399637462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6461385754399637462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/v-o-t-e.html' title='V-O-T-E!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SRDbvCnXh-I/AAAAAAAAACc/9uKFCh7ozfU/s72-c/HPIM3789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1872319610170054003</id><published>2008-11-03T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:39:47.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>4th of 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_RbEZ9WRI/AAAAAAAAACE/XjrOd7rApS0/s1600-h/HPIM0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_RbEZ9WRI/AAAAAAAAACE/XjrOd7rApS0/s400/HPIM0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264656752388692242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've never been tagged to play a blog game...here's your chance. :) i was hit by my friend june to post the 4th photo from my 4th folder of photos. here it is. it's Ella...from February. she was a lot smaller then...my how children grow!&lt;br /&gt;and to those who i'm supposed to say "TAG!" to...i don't know anyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1872319610170054003?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1872319610170054003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1872319610170054003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1872319610170054003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1872319610170054003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/11/4th-of-4th.html' title='4th of 4th'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SQ_RbEZ9WRI/AAAAAAAAACE/XjrOd7rApS0/s72-c/HPIM0706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7221015164527265953</id><published>2008-10-07T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:08:41.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>run...run...run for the kites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77203.The_Kite_Runner?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Kite Runner" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170899986m/77203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/77203.The_Kite_Runner?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/569.Khaled_Hosseini"&gt;Khaled Hosseini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34296843?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 5 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;oooooooooh...soooooooo good. I'm so glad i had just read &lt;i&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/i&gt; before this because it made it that much more enjoyable. i'm kind of obsessed with pakistan and afghanistan now, I really want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this book is sooooo sad, so emotional, but such a good story. what a novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"For you a thousand times over!"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7221015164527265953?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.khaledhosseini.com/' title='run...run...run for the kites...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7221015164527265953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7221015164527265953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7221015164527265953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7221015164527265953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/10/runrunrun-for-kites.html' title='run...run...run for the kites...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-1130642594929173636</id><published>2008-10-04T22:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:04:54.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSU'/><title type='text'>and they said he'd never have another good season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SOp0ctYslFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jm5_t580mFE/s1600-h/joepa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254139951849444434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SOp0ctYslFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jm5_t580mFE/s200/joepa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/Joe_Paterno_Sideline_PSU-Illinois_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to say that &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncf/rankingsindex"&gt;#6 Penn State&lt;/a&gt; is a powerhouse now that they're up in the rankings, but as an '04 PSU grad myself, i think i have room to speak. graduating from penn state in 2004 gave me a few more rough football years than good ones. i faltered through the 5-7 2000 season. i was at the game in 2001 when PSU upset Ohio State and gave JoePa his 324th win, making him the winningest NCAA Division I coach. it wasn't the greatest of seasons...we were 5-6 overall, but at least &lt;a href="http://www.collegian.psu.edu/archive/2008/09/21/paterno_passes_bowden_on_wins.aspx"&gt;Joe passed Bobby&lt;/a&gt; and the world was at peace. then my junior year, we were 9-3 and went to the Capital One Bowl...it was such a big deal for me since my 1st two years were so tough. and then...2003...we ended the season 3-9...and i was a senior and our nittany lions looked like nittany kittens that year. after that, everyone started to say JoePa needed to retire and his time in the limelight was over...he needed to finish while he was ahead...blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i always stood by Joe Paterno. Joe lived on McKee down the street from me my junior year when i lived on north allen street...right next to &lt;a href="http://www.zvents.com/state-college-pa/venues/show/664881-sunset-park"&gt;Sunset Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to pass him a lot up on Park Avenue...and during the 2002 season, i left him PSU cookies on his &lt;a href="http://www.collegian.psu.edu/photos/2007/10/25/26_440x189.jpg"&gt;Brady Bunch style 70s home&lt;/a&gt; doorstep. i donno if Joe ever ate those cookies, but i still feel a special connection to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just always supported joe. when my Pitt alumni father dogged on him and the rough seasons, when fellow Penn Staters said, "Maybe he should retire," when the media said he was going to die on the football field...i supported him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, it's 2008, and the Nittany Lions are 6-0. joepa may have coached from the press box yesterday afternoon, but his Lions are strong this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may be just another year of college football...it may be that our almost-82-year-old Joe has had many years of success...but it doesn't mean that he's at the end of his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Paterno is my man...I just wish he was running for President. i'd vote JoePa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-1130642594929173636?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gopsusports.cstv.com/sports/m-footbl/recaps/100408aab.html' title='and they said he&apos;d never have another good season...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1130642594929173636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=1130642594929173636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1130642594929173636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/1130642594929173636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-they-said-hed-never-have-another.html' title='and they said he&apos;d never have another good season...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SOp0ctYslFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jm5_t580mFE/s72-c/joepa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-7112336485826851433</id><published>2008-10-01T15:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:02:25.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>STOP what you're doing and read this book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 20px; FLOAT: left" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49436.Three_Cups_of_Tea_One_Man_s_Mission_to_Promote_Peace_One_School_at_a_Time?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;img alt="Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1170358990m/49436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/49436.Three_Cups_of_Tea_One_Man_s_Mission_to_Promote_Peace_One_School_at_a_Time?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/27837.Greg_Mortenson"&gt;Greg Mortenson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/26459888?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups of Tea isn't a work of literary genius...something you'd pick apart for AP Literature classes in high school or writing classes in college...it's not Poe, Steinbeck, Orwell, or Shakespeare...but the words that are weaved together in this book that retells the ten years of Greg Mortenson's life when he went on his biggest adventure, reaching a summit far higher than that of K2, are maybe more valuable than any of the best classic literature or informative non-fiction in the world. The strides that Mortenson took after chance brought him to the village of Korphe in Northern Pakistan are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups of Tea chronicles both the eccentricities that become Greg Mortenson in his life in the U.S. as well as the footsteps he took, lessons he learned, and lives he changed while in Pakistan and parts of Afgahanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups is filled with suspense at times when he's captured by unknowns, sitting to drink tea with Taliban leaders, or just barely escaping death in a tunnel in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups is filled with emotion at times when Mortenson is building this one-of-a-kind father-son relationship with Haji Ali, the leader of the village of Korphe, sharing the best friend relationship that was built in just six days with his future wife Tara, and recounting the power that Jahan, granddaughter of Haji Ali, has received through her education and how her empowerment has given her high hopes for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cups is a book so full that everyone should read it. It's not a literary work of art, it's a humanitarian work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-7112336485826851433?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/7112336485826851433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=7112336485826851433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7112336485826851433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/7112336485826851433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-what-youre-doing-and-read-this.html' title='STOP what you&apos;re doing and read this book'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-4029870437165274234</id><published>2008-09-22T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:10:03.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>the number devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/91358.The_Number_Devil_A_Mathematical_Adventure?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Number Devil: A Mathematical Adventure" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1171228362m/91358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/91358.The_Number_Devil_A_Mathematical_Adventure?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;The Number Devil: A Mathematical Adventure&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17384.Hans_Magnus_Enzensberger"&gt;Hans Magnus Enzensberger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/32355424?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  rating: 4 of 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;I've always loved math and numbers...so when my friend Sarah gave me this book to read, I was excited to see what it was all about. I loved it! So much fun to twist mathematics into a story with a creative edge when math seems so cut and dry and uncreative. I loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you've ever had a hard time with math concepts or don't understand certain things numbers can do, try this book, you won't be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-4029870437165274234?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Number_Devil' title='the number devil'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4029870437165274234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=4029870437165274234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4029870437165274234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4029870437165274234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/09/number-devil_22.html' title='the number devil'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-4888934615043045156</id><published>2008-07-22T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:47:40.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>middlesex by jeffrey euginedes</title><content type='html'>I recently finished reading &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides and am so excited about the book, I'd like to share my review. If you're not a member of &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;goodreads&lt;/a&gt;, you should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 20px; FLOAT: left" href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2187.Middlesex?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;img alt="Middlesex" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/books/1160772767m/2187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2187.Middlesex?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;Middlesex&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1467.Jeffrey_Eugenides"&gt;Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/26459930?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My review&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating: 5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;I am SO into this book...I know I'm reading it ultra-late and missed the book club discussion, but I have thoroughly enjoyed the first half. I remember someone saying that there are too many details at club...but that's the part that I like. I feel a part of Cal's life...his family...his creation...I really really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER...as I got into the meat of this story, i was humbled by facts about a type of person I hardly knew existed. i was CONSTANTLY going through different historical sections finding out what actually happened...the history of the fire at Smyrna in 1922, the history of the battle between Greece and Turkey over Cyprus in 1974...the history of hermaphrodites in the US and all over the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people who have reviewed this novel comment on not being able to get into it at the beginning or finding it too detailed or being disappointed with the ending...however...i can't help but think so much of the detail of the geneaology of Cal was so necessary for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i retold the book as i read it on my own to my boyfriend. i was reliving what happened to calliope and then cal with very vivid details because i felt as if i had become part of his life. gregg told me tonight that he was disappointed with the ending because nothing pivotal happened and a small argument ensued. i very firmly believe that the end of the story was quite monumental. many readers had forgotten about desdemona, but i kept wondering what had happened to her. i was so excited when cal mentioned her concerning the funeral...and to hear des come around...blame herself, understand, and continue to care about cal...man, that was the clincher for me. i was sitting at red light, reading the last 3 pages...tears rolling down my cheeks. i think of all people, after cal had felt like such a "monster" and ran away...to have desdemona accept him...i think that was monumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this story was definitely one of my absolute favorites. i loved this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/115693?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=blog_review"&gt;View all my reviews.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-4888934615043045156?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://books.google.com/books?id=twDVs4UIU_kC&amp;dq=middlesex+by+jeffrey+euginedes&amp;source=gbs_summary_s&amp;cad=0' title='middlesex by jeffrey euginedes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4888934615043045156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=4888934615043045156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4888934615043045156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/4888934615043045156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2008/07/middlesex-by-jeffrey-euginedes.html' title='middlesex by jeffrey euginedes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-3468559870790032965</id><published>2007-11-29T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:38:19.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>25 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138301278694925490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R07pygGL5LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/26hDwi3fGY0/s200/Lunch.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I began writing, there were only 25 minutes until lunch for my 2nd graders. I just spent 8 of those minutes trying to figure out how to save this graphic as an image on my computer rather than just clipart in Word. 8 minutes later, I've learned a new task!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our 2nd graders were able to enjoy the sounds of &lt;em&gt;Los Gatos&lt;/em&gt;, a Latin Band featuring Afro-Cuban, Puerto Rican, and Chilean rhythms at school today. The band was &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;interesting. They had many different instruments, including one of music teacher's favorites, a wooden frog percussion instrument that sounds like a frog when you run the mallet up the frog's back. That was my favorite part of the assembly: when they had 4 different-sized instruments and they played them in a little &lt;em&gt;frog choir&lt;/em&gt; that made me feel like frogs were all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, the reason I even began this post in the first place was to comment on a song I heard in the car on the way to a run last evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/hippo.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is a very interesting song. I did a little research and found out more from the ever-handy, always (ha!) reliable, &lt;em&gt;Wikipedia. &lt;/em&gt;Here's what they said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas is a Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Novelty song" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novelty_song"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;novelty song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; written by John Coctoasten and performed by Gayla Peevey (11 years old at the time) in 1953. According to legend, she was a regional child star of the Oklahoma City area. This 1953 hit was recorded as a fund-raiser to bring the city zoo a hippo. When released nationally by Columbia Records the song shot to the top of the charts, and the city zoo got a baby hippo named Matilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dr. Demento" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Demento"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr. Demento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Christmas staple, and is currently available on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dr. Demento" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Demento"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr. Demento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s The Greatest Novelty Recor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R08sIwGL5MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6wnK3GPH_Ug/s1600-h/HippoChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138374228714448066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="232" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R08sIwGL5MI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6wnK3GPH_Ug/s320/HippoChristmas.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ds of All Time Vol. 6: Christmas. (Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interesting how songs get started and then written...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, if you haven't heard it lately, you should check it out on iTunes. It's worth the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99¢. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can't get much better than the whiny, snot-nosed Gayla Peevey begging Mommy and Daddy for a vegetarian hippopotamus for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-3468559870790032965?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bedford.k12.va.us/tjes/Lunch_Schedule.htm' title='25 minutes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3468559870790032965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=3468559870790032965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3468559870790032965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/3468559870790032965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2007/11/25-minutes.html' title='25 minutes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R07pygGL5LI/AAAAAAAAAAc/26hDwi3fGY0/s72-c/Lunch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2184955404132758457.post-6310018423077088910</id><published>2007-11-28T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:38:19.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>THE number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R03nkQGL5JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQYoHLObFz0/s1600-h/100_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138017359881823378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R03nkQGL5JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQYoHLObFz0/s320/100_0427.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recently, while talking to a friend about landmark times in our lives, anniversarial years such as Baby's &lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt; Christmas, the &lt;strong&gt;21st&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday, and the &lt;u&gt;50th&lt;/u&gt; Wedding Anniversary came to mind. My niece, Ella, was born last September, and from the very first minutes of her life, I saw how quickly love can form and grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, as I sit writing my &lt;strong&gt;First Anniversary Blog, &lt;/strong&gt;I wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What's poignant enough for a &lt;em&gt;First Blog&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I realize, quickly, that the mere &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; at blogging is poignant enough. So--with a quick ending to my beginning of blogging minutes, I leave you with this, one of my &lt;strong&gt;most favoritest &lt;/strong&gt;quotes:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R03q1wGL5KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GKrdboFzjtY/s1600-h/whitman.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138020959064417442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R03q1wGL5KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GKrdboFzjtY/s200/whitman.gif" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You are so much sunshine to the square inch." -&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/126"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can I ever be considered &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;titillating such that someone will say the minutes in my life deserve Walt Whitman's quote?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2184955404132758457-6310018423077088910?l=53millionminutes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/titillation' title='&lt;b&gt;THE&lt;/b&gt; number one'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6310018423077088910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2184955404132758457&amp;postID=6310018423077088910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6310018423077088910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2184955404132758457/posts/default/6310018423077088910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://53millionminutes.blogspot.com/2007/11/number-one.html' title='&lt;b&gt;THE&lt;/b&gt; number one'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09780664797728762703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/SR3YtiD8OgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1Z-C0_LLZ0M/S220/PIC-0064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eqnwe5ZmZkM/R03nkQGL5JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQYoHLObFz0/s72-c/100_0427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
