<?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-9111971757386470574</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:51:59.590-08:00</updated><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='travel'/><category term='academics'/><category term='hemochromatosis'/><category term='election'/><category term='knee'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='food'/><category term='complaining'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='beach'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='important people'/><category term='happy'/><category term='fall'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cardinal Red -- baseball and hemochromatosis</title><subtitle type='html'>Newly diagnosed with hemochromatosis. Love my family, baseball, and college football.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2839612734874437754</id><published>2011-05-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:14:41.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemochromatosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>So now that I have hemochromatosis, my relationship with food is completely different. I've always loved food. LOVED. Now -- it scares me. Food is where I get the iron. The iron that won't go away. The iron that makes me sick...&lt;br /&gt;Iron in food comes in two forms, heme and nonheme. Heme is the iron from meat, and that's the kind easily absorbed by the body. The only known substance that can alter heme absorption is calcium.&lt;br /&gt;Nonheme iron is everything else we eat. Fruits, veggies, grains, supplements, fortifications, cookware...and this type of iron has to be changed in the body before it is absorbed. There are substances that can hinder absorption, and substances that help the body absorb more nonheme iron.&lt;br /&gt;My job now is to figure out which foods are good for me to eat so I don't keep raising my iron level while trying to reduce it with phlebotomies. For example, cereal that has been fortified with iron = not for me. Vitamin C helps increase iron absorption, so no orange juice with breakfast. Yet I need Vitamin C, so I can drink orange juice between meals (and there's no iron to absorb).&lt;br /&gt;Tea and coffee have tannins that inhibit iron absorption so those two drinks (tea especially) are my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;No more cast iron skillets. At least until my iron levels are "normal" -- and iron is measured in what's called ferritin. My level when I started treatment was 1725. It should be under 100. I have a ways to go.&lt;br /&gt;Raw oysters are out forever. One of the side effects of this disease is that Vibrio vulnificus, a bacteria found in oysters and some other shellfish, can be fatal to me. Even walking on the beach barefoot is risky until my iron level is normal.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a learning curve. I can't wait until I love food again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2839612734874437754?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2839612734874437754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2839612734874437754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2839612734874437754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2839612734874437754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2011/05/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6060040197679404635</id><published>2011-05-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:13:09.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemochromatosis'/><title type='text'>Hemochromatosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb2b_OjN_UY/TccjbeZo37I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iMwnWv5yyr0/s1600/statlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb2b_OjN_UY/TccjbeZo37I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iMwnWv5yyr0/s200/statlogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604487216209911730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the name HEMOCHROMATOSIS sounds scary. Three weeks ago, after two longs years of not knowing what was wrong with me, I was diagnosed with this...&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks, I've had treatments. And...oh my goodness! I feel so much better! But let me back up.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt like crap for two years. Exhausted even after sleeping 12+ hours. Achy joints. Heavy breathing even when I hadn't been exercising. Eyesight diminishing rapidly. I've been to doctor after doctor. Had every test imaginable. Finally, finally, finally -- a diagnosis of hemochromatosis was confirmed. Basically, my body takes too much iron from food. There's no way for a body to get rid of iron, so it stays in the body and gets stored in organs. My liver has been damaged by all this extra iron.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment...the only treatment is phlebotomy. Bloodletting. When I first heard this, I asked if leeches were used, like in medieval times. Nope. Every two weeks I go to a cancer and blood center and see the same staff every time (and I am lucky in this, not everyone is so blessed). I get an IV with fluids to replace the blood that is removed, and then 500ml of blood is taken out. I get dizzy and lightheaded, but that's ok. Because I FEEL BETTER. I'm not so exhausted. My eyesight is still bad. But I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6060040197679404635?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6060040197679404635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6060040197679404635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6060040197679404635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6060040197679404635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2011/05/hemochromatosis.html' title='Hemochromatosis'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb2b_OjN_UY/TccjbeZo37I/AAAAAAAAAMA/iMwnWv5yyr0/s72-c/statlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8366232101769831049</id><published>2009-06-05T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:16:54.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Mindy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am Looking Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School being out on June 12 (my USC classes end AND it's the end of the school year)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Seeing the Cardinals live and in person (again...)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Going to New York City and "the shore" this summer&lt;br /&gt;4.  Reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler&lt;/span&gt; with Madison tonight&lt;br /&gt;5.  Seeing Melissa&lt;br /&gt;6.  The 6th grade vs the teachers softball game this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;7.  Relaxing with my family this summer&lt;br /&gt;8.  Reading what I want to read, all summer long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Worked&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cooked dinner&lt;br /&gt;3.  Practiced the teacher dance for the talent show next Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;4. Took Madison to tennis&lt;br /&gt;5.  Listened to Obama's speech in Egypt&lt;br /&gt;6. Started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler&lt;/span&gt; with Madison; she liked it so much we read two chapters&lt;br /&gt;7.  Played Farm Town&lt;br /&gt;8.  Threw tennis balls to Madison after her practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Wish I could Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Go to Paris. Again. And again.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Spend the summer at "the shore" in a beach house&lt;br /&gt;3.  Speak French&lt;br /&gt;4.  Have season tickets to the Cardinals&lt;br /&gt;5.  Slow down time, Madison is growing up too quickly for me&lt;br /&gt;6.  Have a flat in New York City&lt;br /&gt;7.  Teach my same group of kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; year; they are awesome&lt;br /&gt;8.  Go to Morocco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Cardinals baseball&lt;br /&gt;3.  Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4.  USC football&lt;br /&gt;5.  Saturday Night Live (on the Internet)&lt;br /&gt;6.  The Cardinals post game show&lt;br /&gt;7. SportsCenter&lt;br /&gt;8.  Oprah (occasionally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8366232101769831049?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8366232101769831049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8366232101769831049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8366232101769831049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8366232101769831049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/06/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3833841147214968998</id><published>2009-04-24T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:14:38.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best part of the week:&lt;/span&gt; Has to be, hands down, laughing with friends at work. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry -- the last part of the school year is always stressful and overwhelming...having good friends to share with makes all the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weekly read:&lt;/span&gt; I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly Lane&lt;/span&gt; by Kristin Hannah. It's not a bad read, but it's not a book that I rush home to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food I'm Totally In Love With:&lt;/span&gt; Stopped this morning at Starbucks for a latte. The drive thru line was HUGE so I went in and saw pain de chocolate in the case. OMG! Reminded me of France. So.very.very.good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekly Comment: &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday at lunch us 6th grade teachers were talking about the math we're teaching (permutations and combinations). Someone in the lounge said, "Stop talking a foreign language at lunch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3833841147214968998?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3833841147214968998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3833841147214968998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3833841147214968998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3833841147214968998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekly-recap.html' title='Weekly Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2804945299895472212</id><published>2009-03-07T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:56:31.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering...</title><content type='html'>I have been so.sick. The cough from hell, sneezing, headache -- it's gone on for over a week. Last weekend I slept from Friday morning (because I called in sick to work) until Saturday evening, and then went back to bed Saturday night. I managed to make it to work every day this week, but it was rough. So glad it's Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being sick, it's the end of the trimester. That means...report cards. And my USC class ends this week, so my final project had to be completed. Somehow I got it all done this week -- and managed to maintain my sanity. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the week even better, there was some work drama. It took three after school meetings to work it out and I'm still not sure there aren't some hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this week will be better. My class is testing (a district test) and I'm confident they know the material. My fridge is full of good, nutritious food. The weather is gorgeous. I'm hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and earlier this year I chose the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHERISH&lt;/span&gt; as my word of the year. I haven't done a good job of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHERISHING&lt;/span&gt; myself. I'm going to work on that this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2804945299895472212?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2804945299895472212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2804945299895472212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2804945299895472212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2804945299895472212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/03/recoving.html' title='Recovering...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2470666138183269601</id><published>2009-02-15T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:12:14.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>New York City Edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M READING&lt;/span&gt;: Picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah's Key&lt;/span&gt; at the airport yesterday, for the simple reason that Augusten Burroughs had a blurb on the front saying it was "a shocking, profoundly moving, and morally challenging story...nothing short of miraculous. It will haunt you, it will help to complete you..." With a recommendation like that, I wanted to read it. Just started reading last night, and it's living up to its billing. It alternates between Paris in 1942 and Paris 60 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M WATCHING&lt;/span&gt;: Watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona on the plane yesterday. Loved it. Saw that Penelope Cruz is nominated for an Academy Award as Best Supporting Actress for her role in it, she was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M LISTENING TO&lt;/span&gt;: The sounds of Manhattan from my hotel room (the Hotel Elysee on 54th between Park and Madison). I'm on the 11th floor, so it's a bit muted, but the horns and sirens are still out there! Ahhh, New York City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M WEARING&lt;/span&gt;: It's a bit brisk here! Brought my red coat I bought in London back in November and my black boots, that should keep me warm today as I traipse around Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M EATING&lt;/span&gt;: John's Pizza today. Love pizza in Manhattan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M ENJOYING&lt;/span&gt;: Being in New York City. I love the vibrancy of this city, the energy and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M SNIFFING&lt;/span&gt;: Toasted nuts from a vendor on the street corner. Almonds. Brought some back to the room with me last night. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2470666138183269601?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2470666138183269601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2470666138183269601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2470666138183269601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2470666138183269601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-york-city-edition.html' title='New York City Edition!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-9214174324733581309</id><published>2009-02-08T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:54:09.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>Changed up a bit, to review the weekend (which was fabulous!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M READING&lt;/span&gt;: Just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Outcast&lt;/span&gt; by Sadie Jones. I picked it up in England in November. Haunting, deep, very good. Just started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt; by Jonathan Kellerman, I need something not so heavy as a follow-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M WATCHING&lt;/span&gt;: Watched The Secret Life of Bees (amazing) and saw Coraline with my daughter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M LISTENING TO&lt;/span&gt;: My iPod plugged into my car -- what a fantastic invention! Kept me occupied on the drive to Heather's house (and back) Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M WEARING&lt;/span&gt;: Clothes that keep me warm in this rain and boots.  It's been raining since Thursday, a rarity in Southern California. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M EATING&lt;/span&gt;: Lots of eating out this weekend. Outback, California Pizza Kitchen and a new find -- Cherry on Top frozen yogurt. That will be a regular haunt, I'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M ENJOYING&lt;/span&gt;: The rainy weather and a weekend with my girls -- Sandy Friday night, Heather Saturday, and all day Sunday with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I’M SNIFFING&lt;/span&gt;: Tuscan chicken cooking and rain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-9214174324733581309?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9214174324733581309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=9214174324733581309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9214174324733581309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9214174324733581309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6031307651142732366</id><published>2009-01-27T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:39:53.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Layers</title><content type='html'>Copied from &lt;a href="http://haskellfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: January 17&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Boulder City, NV&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Riverside, CA on my couch&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5'7&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your heritage: half Greek and the rest a mix of Western European&lt;br /&gt;-- Your weakness: purses&lt;br /&gt;-- Your fears: my daughter being hurt&lt;br /&gt;-- Your perfect pizza: wild mushroom pizza on a thin crust&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal you'd like to achieve: finish the gifted certification I'm working on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your first waking thoughts: Is it that time already??&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: Yesterday someone told me my eyes, I'll go with that&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory: Sunday mornings with my Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi or Coke: neither, Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;-- Single or group dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;-- Adidas or Nike: Converse&lt;br /&gt;-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: only hot tea for me&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: never&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: only when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: Yep&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: Yep&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: Still taking classes&lt;br /&gt;-- Liked high school: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married: Again?&lt;br /&gt;-- Believe in yourself: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Get motion sickness: Nope&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're attractive: Sure&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): Yes.  I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Love them&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: I used to be able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: If you want to call it that....&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: yep&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No. &lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: No (and I never will again after my fall)&lt;br /&gt;-- Made homemade cookies: Yes.  Toll House ones&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skinny dipping: No.&lt;br /&gt;-- Dyed your hair: Yes (every month!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Stolen Anything: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": depends on what something is.&lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: Probably in the past, but not any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: I was way too young, 22&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: One daughter, Madison&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Borneo.  at a monkey sanctuary (perfect Lori!)&lt;br /&gt;-- How do you want to die: In my sleep&lt;br /&gt;-- Where you want to go to college: Taking classes at USC right now&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Retired&lt;br /&gt;-- What country would you most like to visit: Lots.  Morocco is at the top of my "I've never been and I want to go list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of illegal drugs taken: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of people I could trust with my life: prob about 6&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of CDs that I own: No clue&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of piercings: 2&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of tattoos: 0 but I want one&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: No idea&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of scars on my body: No idea&lt;br /&gt;-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Hopefully not very many&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6031307651142732366?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6031307651142732366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6031307651142732366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6031307651142732366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6031307651142732366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-layers.html' title='9 Layers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8449527314219487700</id><published>2009-01-25T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:57:18.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weekly Recap</title><content type='html'>Much like &lt;a href="http://cosmosandcranium.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindy&lt;/a&gt; does, although a tad bit different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the week: Getting my district math test scores back. My students rocked the test!! I am so proud of them. The test was very, very difficult and required mastery on skills when we just don't have time to stop and teach for mastery. But these kids rose to the challenge. I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekly read: Just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Wife&lt;/span&gt; by Curtis Suttenfeld. I enjoyed this fictional account of the life of a First Lady of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food I'm Totally In Love With: Has to be the cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.thecupcakery.com/"&gt;The Cupcakery&lt;/a&gt; in Las Vegas. Brought some back last weekend and YUM! It's a very good thing I can't order online and have them shipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly Comment: The phone call from the parent of a child who is moving. To another school in another district. The parent called to thank me for being such a good teacher. That touched me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8449527314219487700?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8449527314219487700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8449527314219487700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8449527314219487700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8449527314219487700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekly-recap.html' title='Weekly Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6256879784054991103</id><published>2009-01-19T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:13:37.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am....</title><content type='html'>stolen from &lt;a href="http://lawforaliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live:&lt;/strong&gt; in a cute 1950's ranch house that has an entire wall of windows in the living room and I absolutely adore it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I work:&lt;/strong&gt; at a job I love, teaching school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smell:&lt;/strong&gt; honeysuckle, one of my favorite smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen:&lt;/strong&gt; to Sirius satellite radio in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hide:&lt;/strong&gt; a lot of myself from most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk:&lt;/strong&gt; every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write:&lt;/strong&gt; in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see:&lt;/strong&gt; my beautiful ten year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing:&lt;/strong&gt; in the car, out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can:&lt;/span&gt; juggle my life most days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch:&lt;/strong&gt; as many St. Louis Cardinals baseball games as I possibly can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I daydream:&lt;/strong&gt; too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want: &lt;/strong&gt;to go to every USC football away game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry: &lt;/strong&gt;easily and too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read: &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of fiction, and certain blogs ever day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love: &lt;/strong&gt;my parents, my family, my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rode: &lt;/strong&gt;four wheelers every weekend when I was growing up, in the Las Vegas desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sometimes: &lt;/strong&gt;buy really expensive purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fear: &lt;/strong&gt;my daughter being hurt or worse, dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope: &lt;/strong&gt;that Obama is everything we want him to be, and more (good answer, Emily!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I eat: &lt;/strong&gt;not as well as I'd like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I drink:&lt;/span&gt; lattes from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I play: &lt;/strong&gt;with my class at PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss: &lt;/strong&gt;my grandfathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgive: &lt;/strong&gt;myself, even though it takes longer than I'd like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drive: &lt;/strong&gt;the car I've always wanted, a BMW 5 series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost: &lt;/strong&gt;myself for a bit, but I've found myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dream: &lt;/strong&gt;vividly and I go through dream books to try and figure out my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kiss: a boy!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hug: &lt;/strong&gt;my baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have: &lt;/strong&gt;the best friends on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember: &lt;/strong&gt;most things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't: &lt;/strong&gt;forgive easliy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe: &lt;/strong&gt;that most people are good, until they lose my trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I owe: &lt;/strong&gt;Heather a lot, for getting me through some tough times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know: &lt;/strong&gt;how people can lie to you, even people you'd never expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate: &lt;/strong&gt;liars, more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish: &lt;/strong&gt;I knew what the future will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear: &lt;/strong&gt;jeans whenever possible, preferably custom made ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ex: &lt;/strong&gt;is an ex for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I should:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;slow down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People would say that I'm: &lt;/strong&gt;quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life if full of: &lt;/strong&gt;highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My past is:&lt;/span&gt; over and I need to remember that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when: &lt;/strong&gt;people don't know what they are doing but still act like they know everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties are: &lt;/strong&gt;depending on who is there, they can be super fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow: &lt;/strong&gt;I have to give a huge district test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life have I: &lt;/strong&gt;been to Africa, although I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was younger, I: &lt;/strong&gt;wanted to live in California, and I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm nervous: &lt;/strong&gt;I pick at my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was 5: &lt;/strong&gt;I walked to kindergarten with the girl across the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is not complete without: &lt;/strong&gt;spending time with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you visit my hometown: &lt;/strong&gt;you are probably there to gamble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world could do without: &lt;/strong&gt;mosquitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I ever go back to school: &lt;/strong&gt;I'm in school now, classes at USC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, by the way: &lt;/strong&gt;I am getting the travel bug again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6256879784054991103?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6256879784054991103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6256879784054991103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6256879784054991103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6256879784054991103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am.html' title='I Am....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-9176064660381576866</id><published>2009-01-14T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:23:33.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This weekend is my birthday. I'm so excited! My parents are planning a party for me, which means going HOME. And...my very good friend Heather, of &lt;a href="http://chasing-butterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chasing Butterflies&lt;/a&gt;, is coming with me! Yay me! And yay for good friends wanting to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday plans include a fancy dancy hotel. We are staying at the Loews at Lake Las Vegas. Ooh la la! It's an absolutely gorgeous hotel, I'm thrilled we were able to get reservations. Saturday night my entire family is meeting for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.steaklasvegas.com/"&gt;Steak&lt;/a&gt;, the best restaurant in Henderson. We plan to eat, drink, and party through the menu. And my parents have ordered a pecan bundt cake from &lt;a href="http://www.nothingbundtcake.com/"&gt;Nothingbundtcake&lt;/a&gt;. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I plan to drink mojitos, laugh, talk, and enjoy our time in Las Vegas. What else are birthday weekends for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-9176064660381576866?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9176064660381576866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=9176064660381576866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9176064660381576866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9176064660381576866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6775242006388775839</id><published>2009-01-03T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:40:20.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word for 2009</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Mindy and Heather, I'm choosing a word for 2009. A word to try and live by, a word to sum up what I want for the year. My word is cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;To treat with affection and tenderness; hold dear: &lt;i&gt;cherish one's family; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;fine rugs that are cherished by their owners.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To keep fondly in mind; entertain: &lt;i&gt;cherish a memory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I want to cherish myself, first. I don't always do that. And I want to cherish my daughter. My family. My friends. My students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cherish the things I hold dear. I am guilty of wallowing in self-pity way too much, of forgetting the good things I have, the blessings in my life. I need to remind myself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SV_o5w9_kRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_hnwlRFsY18/s1600-h/cherish-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SV_o5w9_kRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_hnwlRFsY18/s200/cherish-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287200566651359506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6775242006388775839?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6775242006388775839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6775242006388775839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6775242006388775839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6775242006388775839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-for-2009.html' title='Word for 2009'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SV_o5w9_kRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_hnwlRFsY18/s72-c/cherish-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-9156031728182008644</id><published>2008-12-31T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:14:43.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 in review...</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to West Palm Beach and started classes at USC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any last year. This year I'm making two -- seeing more baseball and keeping in better touch with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one of the gals at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one of my parents' friends, who was always around when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England and France -- ooh la la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I lacked anything this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from a horrible boss and the residual from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to bad feelings too long (mainly due to that horrible boss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I fell in May and hurt my knee. It's been a nightmare trying to get it 'right' -- here we are at the end of the year and it's still not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be my car. Love my car. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, at times...last night she told me her life's work will be to ensure "everyone in the world has adequate housing." She's 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, at times...she's 10 and wow, I'm not looking forward to the teenage years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous car and TRAVEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris in April. London in November. Watching my daughter decide to take piano lessons and synchronized swimming, but not play volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something by the Ting Tings -- reminding me of West Palm Beach this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder?  b) thinner or fatter?  c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier. Same. Richer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveling in the moment. Sleeping in. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressing about things I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was spent with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, with places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office. Cardinals baseball games. USC football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I have a strong dislike for someone who has hurt one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The First Hour I Believed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative music station on Sirius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gorgeous car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of a thing, unless a trip to Morocco...hmm, maybe in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with friends, spent a weekend in NYC...all the fun things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not falling and hurting my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot less casual than in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new boss. Lots of long walks. Good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presidential election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Carol, not working with her every day. And I missed Heather, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Cara, at work. And re-met some people from my past. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad situations aren't forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a single one right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-9156031728182008644?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9156031728182008644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=9156031728182008644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9156031728182008644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9156031728182008644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-in-review.html' title='2008 in review...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1116448440790433631</id><published>2008-12-28T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:19:06.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SVftLBTLIqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgkBOje_CmI/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SVftLBTLIqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgkBOje_CmI/s200/Christmas+Eve+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284953461325767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cannot shake the holiday blues...there's really no reason to be blue. Had a lovely Christmas, surrounded by my family. I'm not sick, my daughter isn't sick. I'm off work for another week. Have tickets to the Rose Bowl to see my favorite team. But for whatever reason, I'm....blah. Down in the dumps. Curled up in a ball with a book, not wanting to do much. Is it the season? Maybe. Is it the weather? Maybe, it's colder at my parents' house than at my house in Southern California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison had a nice Christmas, got just about everything on her list. Santa found her even though we were away from home (whew!). My parents hosted our annual Christmas Eve party and the food was fabulous, the holiday nog (complete with brandy) flowed, and there was plenty of laughter. Christmas itself was nice, surrounded by more family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not back at home...maybe we'll hit the road tomorrow. We need to be back in Southern California by Wednesday, in time for the Rose Bowl -- that's the only time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a lovely and peaceful holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1116448440790433631?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1116448440790433631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1116448440790433631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1116448440790433631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1116448440790433631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SVftLBTLIqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CgkBOje_CmI/s72-c/Christmas+Eve+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-5221523214709447179</id><published>2008-11-30T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:23:21.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>England!</title><content type='html'>Back from a week in England...glorious! My daughter and I had the best time -- good mother/daughter bonding time (I'm hoping it will help come those teenage years!). We left last Saturday on a non-stop flight from LAX on Air New Zealand (side note, the best airline I've flown, by far, customer service-wise). Landed at Heathrow and had a car waiting. The car dropped us at our hotel in Kensington, close to Kensington Palace. It was so.cold.and.rainy -- so different than California! We loved it! Our room wasn't ready so we dropped our bags and did a very English thing -- went to TEA! We have a special tea room we love, the Muffin Man. By the time our trip was over, we had eaten at the Muffin Man EVERY DAY in London! A pot of tea for two and cucumber sandwiches fortified us for some shopping on Kensington High Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7jToBKRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7-BQ_b0a0SM/s1600-h/lots+of+pictures+627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7jToBKRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7-BQ_b0a0SM/s200/lots+of+pictures+627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625066330564882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to the hotel for a short nap (for me) and some TV watching (for Madison) before taking a cab over to the London Eye. There was a Christmas fair going on and we got some hot chocolate and crepes made before our eyes (like on the streets in Paris) to munch on while we wandered the booths. We crashed the first night and slept until noon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and then more shopping! Can you tell I love, love, love shopping in London?! Took a cab to Oxford Street, a great shopping street, and spent about three hours shopping (with another tea break). In the cab on the way over we passed something called the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park and Madison really wanted to go, so that evening we went. Super cool -- she went ice skating (I watched, since I fell in May that kind of thing is out for me) and rode all kinds of rides. It was like a carnival. So fun for her. Then we went to dinner at a nice restaurant, didn't get back to the room until after ten. We had an early train to catch so we went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the hotel called us a car to Euston Station, where we caught a Virgin Train to the Midlands. London is wonderful but the English countryside is something special...we were met at the station by friends, who took us around Rugby (the town where the game was created). Went to a museum, a few shops, and a great little tea shop. Our friends, feeling sorry for us being out of America for Thanksgiving, cooked a turkey with all the British trimmings -- stuffing, roasted potatoes, parsnips, brussel sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower with cheese sauce. For dessert (or pudding, as they say) we had a Christmas pudding with brandy sauce, a throughly British dessert. Very sweet gesture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7Nq3oXrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5H1S4QXNftE/s1600-h/lots+of+pictures+674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7Nq3oXrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5H1S4QXNftE/s200/lots+of+pictures+674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624694612942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coventry was the best day out, I think. Madison was fascinated by the story of Lady Godiva (Coventry was where she rode her horse naked through the street) and bought a tiny statue. We went to a parish church where a 'doom painting' has just been unveiled. The painting was painted in 1435 (the folks thought the end of the world was coming because there had been an earthquake) and depicts what the end of the world will be like. The Puritans, for some reason, didn't destroy the painting but merely whitewashed over it. It was forgotten for years but recently found. There is only one other painting like it in England but it has been repainted; this one has not. It was gorgeous! We visited the cathedral that was bombed by the Germans in November, 1940, and not rebuilt -- there is a new cathedral adjacent. Powerful is all I can say. And there is a fabulous museum in Coventry that was so kid-friendly; Madison was able to interact with all the exhibits. She had a really fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took the train back to London and did some shopping for my mom (she sent me with a list). And then....THE LION KING!! What an amazing show! What a gorgeous theatre! WOW! and WOW again! Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7NtnBUdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MsukdyxQpo0/s1600-h/lots+of+pictures+680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7NtnBUdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MsukdyxQpo0/s200/lots+of+pictures+680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624695348580818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more shopping and eating and then a flight back to Los Angeles...it was a marvelous trip that went by all too fast! If I didn't know myself so well, I'd be sad it was over, but I have a feeling I'll be back in England before too terribly long...and back to work tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-5221523214709447179?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5221523214709447179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=5221523214709447179&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5221523214709447179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5221523214709447179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/england.html' title='England!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/STM7jToBKRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7-BQ_b0a0SM/s72-c/lots+of+pictures+627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3797812303176967409</id><published>2008-11-21T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:50:06.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have done...</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://chasing-butterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;...things I have done (the things I have done are in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3797812303176967409?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3797812303176967409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3797812303176967409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3797812303176967409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3797812303176967409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-have-done.html' title='Things I have done...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2027679471487889214</id><published>2008-11-16T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:47:32.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><title type='text'>Old Friends...</title><content type='html'>The past week or so I have reconnected with several old friends. Well, that's not exactly true. Last weekend I went to Vegas and yes, I connected with my cousin (who is my closest friend) but since we talk every day, is it really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconnection&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it is since she lives in Alabama and I rarely see her -- so yes, I reconnected with her! We went out to dinner and dancing (she danced, I didn't because my knee still isn't right) with another cousin -- that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a reconnection. I haven't seen her in well over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a jewelry show hosted by an old friend I haven't seen in....at least two years. That's a crying shame considering she lives super close. But we both lead busy lives, time slips away, and before you know it, we are saying "Why don't we see each other more often?" -- it was great to see her today. I invited another friend to go with me to the show. This friend has been not as close recently as we've been in the past, but today was nice. (I don't like the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;, by the way, it seems so base, and I don't know why I used it). The jewelry was by Park Lane, I had never heard of it but I liked it. I ended up paying full price for three pieces, paying $12 each for three pieces (one of which was priced at $49) and getting a $68 necklace free. I could only find a couple of pictures on the Park Lane website, but I bought this set. It looked retro to me, and I love retro jewelry! Plus I wear a lot of brown, an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SSDoQehCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/y-4XA3em72A/s1600-h/midori+necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SSDoQehCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/y-4XA3em72A/s400/midori+necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466933790639810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d it will look nice (there's that word again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SSDoQvEbE9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rp4_5KUqJsE/s1600-h/earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SSDoQvEbE9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/rp4_5KUqJsE/s400/earrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466938234049490" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I'm pleased with my reconnections! It feels good to have seen these people again, and I wonder why I let the relationships slide a bit (all except the cousin I talk to every day...)...I need to work harder to keep my girlfriends close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2027679471487889214?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2027679471487889214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2027679471487889214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2027679471487889214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2027679471487889214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SSDoQehCBsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/y-4XA3em72A/s72-c/midori+necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6613192361568620962</id><published>2008-11-05T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:19:33.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning (after a fitful sleep, so excited about the Obama victory!) ready to get on with the next chapter in this country's history. Ready for Obama's transition office to open (today! He's not wasting a moment of time) and ready for the wounds created by this campaign to start healing. And taking a moment to realize that some older, deeper wounds are healing too. Just reading the stories of people who fought in the Civil Rights Movement who never thought they'd see the day that a black man would be elected President of the United States made me tear up. Savor this victory for them and for all the people who never thought they'd see this happen, not in their lifetimes. This victory was by the people, for the people. Or as John McCain said, "The people have spoken, and they have spoken clearly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe we have a chance for change in this country. We need it, we have to have it. The past eight years we have seen our civil rights diminish and the rights of the office of President increase (while the role of the courts and Congress have decreased). I travel overseas several times a year, and the way Americans are regarded has changed much during the past several years. I think that will change. I hope it will. We elected our best chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the youth vote, for getting out there! And to all the first time voters, good for you!! I went this morning to buy a paper and talked to a 48 year old man who voted yesterday for the first time. He said it was the first time he felt like it mattered to him personally who won (he was an Obama supporter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: my school held a mock election yesterday; all 4th, 5th, and 6th grade students were allowed to vote at their recesses. 340 students voted -- 86% of them voted for Obama. Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6613192361568620962?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6613192361568620962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6613192361568620962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6613192361568620962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6613192361568620962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-5661661311334929192</id><published>2008-11-04T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:06:14.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SREbgR2ZIAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nlki6kPudRY/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SREbgR2ZIAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nlki6kPudRY/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265019680734126082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change we can believe in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-5661661311334929192?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5661661311334929192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=5661661311334929192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5661661311334929192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5661661311334929192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SREbgR2ZIAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nlki6kPudRY/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7741378112854703397</id><published>2008-11-04T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:01:16.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SRBVlnTPtfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWRl3Sp6Bx0/s1600-h/vote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SRBVlnTPtfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWRl3Sp6Bx0/s400/vote.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264802069089334770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7741378112854703397?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7741378112854703397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7741378112854703397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7741378112854703397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7741378112854703397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SRBVlnTPtfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OWRl3Sp6Bx0/s72-c/vote.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1004784079889980632</id><published>2008-10-28T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:55:23.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important people'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Muzingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this idea on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;amp;postID=1004784079889980632"&gt;Emily's&lt;/a&gt; blog, to write about an important person. I don't think I can write about a new person every day, but maybe every once and away…and no way I could get this down to 40 words, but I tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs. Muzingo taught 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. She was tough, she expected my best. I remember math packets instead of math lessons, we worked at our own pace on independent work while she gave individual lessons. Loved that! And class plays. That, to this day, is what I draw on when I get nervous speaking – my fourth grade 'drama' experience. I loved Mrs. Muzingo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1004784079889980632?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1004784079889980632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1004784079889980632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1004784079889980632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1004784079889980632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/10/mrs-muzingo.html' title='Mrs. Muzingo'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1361455061107533747</id><published>2008-10-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:55:38.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;You Are a Jackie!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://vintagegriffin.com/images/uploads/mm.jackie_.jpg" alt="mm.jackie_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;You are a Jackie.  "I do everything the right way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Jackies are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Take your share of the responsibility so I don't end up with all the work.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Acknowledge my achievements.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I'm hard on myself. Reassure me that I'm fine the way I am.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Tell me that you value my advice.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Be fair and considerate, as I am.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Apologize if you have been unthoughtful. It will help me to forgive.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Gently encourage me to lighten up and to laugh at myself when I get uptight, but hear my worries first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Like About Being a Jackie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being self-disciplined and able to accomplish a great deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Working hard to make the world a better place    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Having high standards and ethics; not compromising myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being reasonable, responsible, and dedicated in everything I do   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being able to put facts together, coming to good understandings, and figuring out wise solutions    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being the best I can be and bringing out the best in other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Hard About Being a Jackie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being disappointed with myself or others when my expectations are not met    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Feeling burdened by too much responsibility    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Thinking that what I do is never good enough    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Not being appreciated for what I do for people    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being upset because others aren't trying as hard as I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Obsessing about what I did or what I should do    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Being tense, anxious, and taking things too seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackies as Children Often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Criticize themselves in anticipation of criticism from others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Refrain from doing things that they think might not come out perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Focus on living up to the expectations of their parents and teachers    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Are very responsible; may assume the role of parent    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Hold back negative emotions ("good children aren't angry")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackies as Parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Teach their children responsibility and strong moral values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Are consistent and fair    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Discipline firmly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/are-you-a-jackie-or-a-marilyn-or-someone-else-mad-menera-female-icon-quiz"&gt;Take Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn?  Or Someone Else?  Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1361455061107533747?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1361455061107533747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1361455061107533747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1361455061107533747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1361455061107533747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-result-for-are-you-jackie-or.html' title='Jackie and Me'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1644389218657786801</id><published>2008-10-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:13:28.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Six Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chasing-butterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things that make me happy, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Interacting with my daughter Madison. That girl is something else! Last night we bought tickets to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion King&lt;/span&gt; while we are in London, and she lobbied HARD for the primo seats. We ended up center stage, row 8. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Settling in with a good book on a rainy (or cloudy or fallish-feeling or really ANY) day. Right now I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before You Know Kindness&lt;/span&gt; by Chris Bohjalian and I'm enjoying it. Couldn't put it down last night to get to bed, in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to a live sporting event. It can be my beloved St. Louis Cardinals or my favorite college football team, the USC Trojans (boo, on the road AGAIN this weekend), or even a Lakers preseason game like I'm going to tonight, but put me at a live sporting event and I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Traveling. Anywhere. Madison and I are going to London the end of November and we are super excited. I have the "travel bug" for sure. Put me on a plane and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning. The classes I'm taking right now, at USC, are amazing. That doesn't even begin to describe them; this is fast becoming the best academic experience of my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finding a new treasure. That book I've been wanting to complete my collection. Or the saucer I've been missing from my 1940's collection of Homer Laughlin dishes. The internet has certainly changed my collecting habits, but wandering around shops -- that makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1644389218657786801?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1644389218657786801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1644389218657786801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1644389218657786801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1644389218657786801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-things.html' title='Six Things'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6744358028712296416</id><published>2008-09-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:34:28.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Travel...</title><content type='html'>Let's see...since the last time I posted I've been to New York City for a long weekend. It was FABULOUS, as always. There's something about walking in the city that I love. I always stay in Midtown Manhattan and this time I was lucky enough to get a room at the Michelangelo on 51st and 7th. Great hotel! Did some shopping on 5th Avenue (especially at Takashimaya) and ate some fabulous food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Veteran's Day weekend I'm meeting my cousin in Vegas. We are from Vegas so it will be old home weekend for us. We have plans to see the Lance Burton show and more plans to eat fantastic meals. We always have a girl's night out that involves dressing up, dancing, clubs, and this time, maybe a lounge show. Looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my big travel news is a week in London the end of November. Whoop! Booked my plane tickets -- Air New Zealand from LA to London. My daughter and I are all set! We're excited, it's been a year since we've been to London so it's high time to get back. November is a great time to go, the shopping will be phenomenal (can't wait) and the weather will be great for walking, as well.  We're going to spend a few days of our week with friends in the Midlands. If you've never been to the middle of England, that's a 'must see' place. It's gorgeous! We go to Stratford every single time we go to England (my 10 year old daughter has been known to quote Shakespeare) and I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all I have to do is get through October....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6744358028712296416?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6744358028712296416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6744358028712296416&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6744358028712296416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6744358028712296416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/09/travel.html' title='Travel...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-58361870648408484</id><published>2008-09-16T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:08:10.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCByRpZArI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtX6ELgFnVk/s1600-h/football+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCByRpZArI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtX6ELgFnVk/s200/football+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246836266617078450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally recovered after a GREAT football game Saturday. Went to the USC vs Ohio State game in LA. I have been a USC fan since...well, since I can remember. I've been going to USC games since I was 7 years old and we had season tickets. When I grew up and moved to So Cal, one of the first things I did was get a set of season tickets. There were some lean years in the 80's and 90's as a Trojan fan, but the last 8 years under Pete Carroll have been FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game Saturday was between my #1 ranked USC Trojans (and I can say *my* because I am taking graduate classes at USC and I have a legacy, my grandfather went to USC on a baseball scholarship in the 30's) and the #5 ranked OSU Buckeyes. I have 3 season tickets, and my dad and uncle drove down from Vegas to go to the game with me. They got to my house around 10:30 and we headed up to LA. Because it was a night game, we decided to stay overnight in downtown LA, so the first thing we did was stop by the Biltmore Hotel (super Art Deco hotel) and drop off our bags, then catch a cab over to campus. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THE CAMPUS LIKE IT WAS ON SATURDAY. So many people, such a festive atmosphere! I have been to bowl games and a National Championship Game and I can honestly say that Saturday's game rivaled any of those experiences. In fact, it might have been better because it was a home game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCBx18EPFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YGYtqMlFnpI/s1600-h/football+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCBx18EPFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YGYtqMlFnpI/s200/football+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246836259179215954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wanted my uncle to see Heritage Hall, the place on campus where USC keeps all the athletic awards won. Seven Heisman trophies. A crystal football. The history is amazing in Heritage Hall. We saw Tommy Trojan and then headed across the street to settle in and wait for kick off. We were able to see the USC players enter the Coliseum, walking down the steps into the stadium. That was a great moment. And such a great game, from a USC standpoint! After the game, we stayed to hear the band concert (love that!) and then we caught a cab back to the hotel. The next morning we ate breakfast at the hotel and drove back home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCBysueX1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ivxqyILz_sk/s1600-h/football+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCBysueX1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ivxqyILz_sk/s200/football+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246836273886158674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight On Trojans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-58361870648408484?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/58361870648408484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=58361870648408484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/58361870648408484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/58361870648408484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/09/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SNCByRpZArI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtX6ELgFnVk/s72-c/football+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2524745197553868477</id><published>2008-09-12T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:32:00.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Me Some Custom Jeans!</title><content type='html'>About four weeks ago I ordered a pair of jeans from &lt;a href="http://www.indidenim.com/oo/navigation.do?method=DISPLAY_LANDING"&gt;Indi Jeans&lt;/a&gt;. Not just any jeans. A pair of CUSTOM MADE JEANS! Just for me, made to my body's size and shape, and made according to what I wanted -- what type of pockets, hem, stitching, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a LOOOONG four weeks waiting for my jeans. Would they measure up to my expectations? I have very high expectations when it comes to my jeans. I usually buy my jeans at high end department stores and pay close to $200 a pair because I want the fit, comfort, and style afforded by those type of jeans. Indi jeans were close to that in price ($165 all told) which is why I went ahead with the purchase, the price wasn't outrageous and the concept intrigued me. If the process worked, I'd be back for more. If not, there's a full refund guarantee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today my jeans arrived. They are PERFECT! The cut fits me exactly, even better than I hoped. Each item I picked out is exactly like I wanted. The weight of the fabric isn't too heavy or too light, it's a nice jeans weight. I'm so going to order another pair! LOVE THEM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2524745197553868477?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2524745197553868477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2524745197553868477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2524745197553868477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2524745197553868477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovin-me-some-custom-jeans.html' title='Lovin&apos; Me Some Custom Jeans!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1110487645414943415</id><published>2008-09-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:51:08.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Difference between a community organizer and a governor?</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Debbie's blog and traced it back to Terry Carroll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between a community organizer and a governor? Jesus was a community organizer and Pontius Pilate was a governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it! Can I get it on a t-shirt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1110487645414943415?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1110487645414943415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1110487645414943415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1110487645414943415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1110487645414943415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/09/difference-between-community-organizer.html' title='Difference between a community organizer and a governor?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-4815451391017384021</id><published>2008-08-30T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:44:30.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Omnivore's One Hundred</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:donotpromoteqf/&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeother&gt;EN-US&lt;/w:LidThemeOther&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeasian&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeAsian&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemecomplexscript&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeComplexScript&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:splitpgbreakandparamark/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/&gt;    &lt;w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:word11kerningpairs/&gt;    &lt;w:cachedcolbalance/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;   &lt;m:mathpr&gt;    &lt;m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbin val="before"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbinsub val="&amp;#45;-"&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef/&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:mathPr&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" defunhidewhenused="true" defsemihidden="true" defqformat="false" defpriority="99" latentstylecount="267"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="0" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Normal"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="heading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="9" qformat="true" name="heading 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 7"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 8"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" name="toc 9"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="35" qformat="true" name="caption"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="10" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" name="Default Paragraph Font"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="11" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtitle"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="22" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Strong"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="20" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="59" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Table Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Placeholder Text"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="1" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="No Spacing"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Revision"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="34" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="List Paragraph"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="29" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="30" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Quote"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="60" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="61" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="62" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Light Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="63" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="64" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="65" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="66" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="67" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="68" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="69" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="70" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Dark List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="71" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="72" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful List Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="73" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="19" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="21" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Emphasis"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="31" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Subtle Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="32" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Intense Reference"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="33" semihidden="false" unhidewhenused="false" qformat="true" name="Book Title"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="37" name="Bibliography"&gt;   &lt;w:lsdexception locked="false" priority="39" qformat="true" name="TOC Heading"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin-top:0in;  mso-para-margin-right:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;  mso-para-margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’ve seen this on several blogs, and since I have some time on my hands, here’s my list.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;These are the instructions:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.&lt;br /&gt;3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.&lt;br /&gt;4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk"&gt;www.verygoodtaste.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; linking to your results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Venison &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(it was an accident, in a sausage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steak tartare&lt;br /&gt;5. Crocodile&lt;br /&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carp&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Borscht&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;b style=""&gt; Baba ghanoush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;b&gt; Calamari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pho&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b style=""&gt;Aloo gobi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b style=""&gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Black truffle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Steamed pork buns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b style=""&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Foie gras&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;s&gt;Brawn, or head cheese&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;b&gt; Dulce de leche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Oysters&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;b&gt;Baklava&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Bagna cauda&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;b&gt;Wasabi peas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style=""&gt;Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Salted lassi&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;b&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;b&gt;Root beer float&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;b style=""&gt;Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;b style=""&gt;Clotted cream tea&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;(one of my favorite things in the world!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;b&gt;Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Gumbo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;br /&gt;41. Curried &lt;b style=""&gt;goat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;b&gt;Goat’s milk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;b style=""&gt;Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Fugu&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;b style=""&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style=""&gt;Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;b&gt;Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; 51. &lt;b style=""&gt;Prickly pear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Umeboshi&lt;br /&gt;53. Abalone&lt;br /&gt;54. Paneer&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;b style=""&gt;McDonald Big Mac Meal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;b&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;b style=""&gt;Dirty gin martini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;b&gt;Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Poutine&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;b&gt;Carob chips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;b&gt;S’mores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;s&gt;Sweetbreads&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin&lt;br /&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;br /&gt;65. Durian&lt;br /&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;b&gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Haggis&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;b&gt;Fried plantain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;s&gt;Chitterlings&lt;i style=""&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;or andouillette&lt;i style=""&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;accidently ordered it in France, the smell alone made me ill)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;b&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style=""&gt;Caviar and&lt;b&gt; blini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Louche absinthe&lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;s&gt;Roadkill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;76. Baijiu&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;b&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style=""&gt;Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Lapsang souchong&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;b style=""&gt;Bellin&lt;/b&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;81. Tom yum&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;b&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Pocky&lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;85. Kobe beef&lt;br /&gt;86. Hare&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;b style=""&gt;Goulash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;b&gt;Flowers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse&lt;br /&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;b&gt;Spam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style=""&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose harissa&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;b&gt;Catfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;b&gt;Mole poblano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;b&gt;Bagel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;b&gt;Polenta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;b&gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/9111971757386470574-4815451391017384021?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4815451391017384021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=4815451391017384021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/4815451391017384021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/4815451391017384021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/omnivores-one-hundred.html' title='The Omnivore&apos;s One Hundred'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7272981488808192462</id><published>2008-08-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:56:27.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone? next to me&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? not sure&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Vegas baby!&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? also in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? hmmm, reading and teaching&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? forgotten&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? keep teaching and traveling&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? living room&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? travel&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? pain&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? with a doctorate&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? at home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? stressed&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? more travel&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Vegas baby!&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? went to work&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? jeans and a tank top&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? off&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? fat&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? laptop&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? happy&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? platinum BMW&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? makeup&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Monsoon in London&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? too short&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? red&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? can't remember&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you want to tag?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7272981488808192462?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7272981488808192462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7272981488808192462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7272981488808192462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7272981488808192462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7606338664987698697</id><published>2008-08-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:25:42.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee'/><title type='text'>Productive</title><content type='html'>With only two days left until I'm officially back to school, today was VERY PRODUCTIVE. Went to the grocery store (my cupboard was bare!), did several loads of laundry, made a cake -- from scratch -- for Madison to take to her end-of-summer party at day camp, took Madison shopping for her new school uniforms, and made spaghetti for dinner. AND sat in traffic on the freeway for an hour (that darn uniform shop is not close, and somebody rolled his car while we were shopping). In between, I did some schoolwork -- put paper in folders and printed out some of the things I've created for the new school year. Not a bad day's work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have some schoolwork I want to get done tonight. When I went to the gifted education conference in June, I learned about independent research projects and I want to get some material ready for the kids. I've made a Staples run and have everything I need, just need to put it all together. The Cardinals are on TV and Madison has promised to help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day of physical therapy for my knee. My doctor wants to try therapy instead of surgery. I'm all for that. I think tomorrow is more of an evaluation at the therapy place, it's in the same center as the doctor, a sports clinic. I just want to not have any more pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7606338664987698697?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7606338664987698697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7606338664987698697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7606338664987698697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7606338664987698697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/productive.html' title='Productive'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-4656797866156411517</id><published>2008-08-17T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:05:10.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>Went up to Santa Barbara for the weekend. Just to get away...it was nice. I had never been up there. The downtown was cute, kinda reminded me of Miami, not as vibrant or hip, but it definitely had a 'feel' to it. Quite expensive, shopping-wise. Took Madison to see the mission she did her 4th grade report on -- La Purisima Concepcion. It was about an hour outside of Santa Barbara, near Lompoc. It's the only mission that is a California State Park. I was pleasantly surprised by how clean and nice the mission was. The volunteers all dress in period clothes (early 1800's) and answered all our questions, and gave us a bit of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKj0ldk_J_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wbs-IjGgW7k/s1600-h/Santa+Barbara+and+Lompoc+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKj0ldk_J_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wbs-IjGgW7k/s200/Santa+Barbara+and+Lompoc+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235703491250300914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKj0lMoQN-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/z1Nt9S0_JdE/s1600-h/Santa+Barbara+and+Lompoc+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKj0lMoQN-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/z1Nt9S0_JdE/s200/Santa+Barbara+and+Lompoc+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235703486700599266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of custom made jeans. &lt;a href="http://haskellfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; mentioned the site on her blog, and I decided to jump in and give it a try. The process seemed very thorough and there is a guarantee on the jeans -- if I don't like them, I can have another pair made or get my money back. The downside will be waiting 4 to 6 weeks for the jeans to arrive. That makes sense, given that they are being made just for me. But still, I'd like them sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a one day training on an Intervention Program I volunteered to teach. My district, in an effort to save money, did away with summer school. Instead, we're asking kids to stay after school an hour two days a week for this program, from September until Thanksgiving. No one wanted to teach the program, and I do mean no one. I finally volunteered because I figured there was no way my school year could be any harder than last year, and I know I will do a good job with the kids. Did I just jinx myself by saying my year won't be harder? I hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-4656797866156411517?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/4656797866156411517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=4656797866156411517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/4656797866156411517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/4656797866156411517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKj0ldk_J_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wbs-IjGgW7k/s72-c/Santa+Barbara+and+Lompoc+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-5448644159108824227</id><published>2008-08-14T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:12:52.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining'/><title type='text'>Dude, you aren't that important</title><content type='html'>So I'm at this training with a room full of teachers. Most of them are cool. One of them is -- well, full of himself. California went "hands free" with cell phones in cars July 1st. This guy comes into the training wearing his hands free ear piece on his ear. And he keeps it on ALL DAY. He hasn't received one call but that doesn't matter -- the ear piece stays on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see wearing an ear piece if a person's job requires them to be on the phone. Or if an important call is expected. But to keep it on all day? And never get a call? Come on. Get over yourself. You aren't that important. Really. If you are expecting a call, put your cell phone on vibrate, like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting by grade level and my grade level happens to be in the back so I have a view of the back of this guy's head. ALL DAY LONG. Yesterday, the guy sitting next to me asked, "Is he wearing his Bluetooth? Are you kidding me?" so I'm not the only one annoyed. Can you tell I'm about done with the training? It's only day 4...I have the rest of today and all day tomorrow to go...SIGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-5448644159108824227?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5448644159108824227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=5448644159108824227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5448644159108824227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5448644159108824227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/dude-you-arent-that-important.html' title='Dude, you aren&apos;t that important'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7228886700286202332</id><published>2008-08-13T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:44:34.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>I'm attending a week long reading training this week with my friend Carol. Carol was my first friend at work, 15 years ago, and we have continued to be good friends both in and out of work. The training is at a local university and goes all day, Monday through Friday. Breakfast and lunch is included, and Carol and I have been meeting for breakfast each day. It's been nice to catch up with Carol -- she has a terrific sense of humor and is just plain FUN. This morning I decided to 'do' my hair and make-up -- the whole nine yards. Carol said, "You look great! Are you sure you aren't going on a date instead of here?" Ha! She made me feel good. I used my new Too Faced eye shadow insurance, Laura Gellar eye shadow, Too Faced mascara, Michael Marcus Prime and powder, Michael Marcus blush, and Michael Marcus lip gloss. The Michael Marcus items I bought at Takashimaya in New York City and the rest is from Sephora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the training is -- well, draining. I've taught the reading program for several years and most of the material is review. There have been several nuggets of information I can take back, but they are few and far between. The best part is meeting new people. There are 26 people in my session (Carol is in a different session, she teaches a different grade level), none of whom teach at my school, so everyone is new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "welcome back to work" letter came in the mail today. I officially report back to school next Thursday. WHERE DID THE SUMMER GO?? After this LOOONG week, I have a single day training Monday (on an after-school intervention program I volunteered to teach) and then Tuesday and Wednesday off...then back to work....fall is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7228886700286202332?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7228886700286202332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7228886700286202332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7228886700286202332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7228886700286202332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6179030556526967907</id><published>2008-08-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:36:36.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vegas and an Award...</title><content type='html'>I'm in Vegas for the weekend. It's been pretty uneventful except for my sixteen year old niece acting up. Is that typical teenage angst? Who knows. She has never been typical and this time she posted things on her MySpace page that, really -- she should not be posting. And if the things she put out there are true? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you watching the Olympics? I'm loving them, even the events I don't usually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Heather at &lt;a href="http://chasing-butterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chasing Butterflies&lt;/a&gt; for the award! Love it! So much that I put it on the side bar -- it might be the only award this blog ever wins! I'm supposed to nominate other blogs, but I don't like to do that (sorry Heather!). The buck stops here, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJ78dklkAyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lyQu5umxghg/s1600-h/brillante_blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJ78dklkAyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lyQu5umxghg/s200/brillante_blog_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232897402018726690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6179030556526967907?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6179030556526967907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6179030556526967907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6179030556526967907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6179030556526967907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-vegas-and-award.html' title='In Vegas and an Award...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJ78dklkAyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lyQu5umxghg/s72-c/brillante_blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8381266036994673871</id><published>2008-08-07T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:53:26.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJvRIUC5woI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YbmWuEOb4d4/s1600-h/West+Palm+Beach+trip+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJvRIUC5woI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YbmWuEOb4d4/s200/West+Palm+Beach+trip+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232005332871004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on &lt;a href="http://cosmosandcranium.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindy's&lt;/a&gt; blog...eight things I want to accomplish before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raise Madison, my beautiful 10 year old daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That doctorate degree...it's calling my name, I just need to step up and get to it. The program at USC seems like a perfect fit. My entire life, I've wanted to get a doctorate degree. This academic year, I'm taking a series of four courses (also at USC) on teaching gifted students -- that would give me time to take the GRE, get my portfolio together, gather references -- and be ready to START the doctorate program next fall. I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Own an apartment in New York City. Just a small one. A studio would be fine. I love New York City. Just love it. And I'd love to have a place there, some place of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit Morocco. For some reason, this seems so exotic and far-fetched. I've been to Europe so many times, but Morocco? Hmmm....definitely on my list of "I want to, someday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Attend a World Series game that the St. Louis Cardinals are playing in. I've been to regular season games. Division Series games. League Championship games. But never the Big Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend each summer doing things I love. Last summer was Paris and London (with a bit of New York City thrown in). This summer? West Palm Beach. Next summer? Already talking about Eastern Europe and winding back through Paris. One of the joys of teaching is long stretches of summer off -- and I need to commit to taking advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit the &lt;a href="http://www.collegefootball.org/"&gt;College Football Hall of Fame&lt;/a&gt;. I can only do that if I attend a USC Trojans football game at the University of Notre Dame, because for sure I won't be in South Bend for any other reason! I went to the 2005 game in South Bend, a whopper of a game, and I don't know if any experience could top that -- but I'd love to go back. For sure on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Greece, to visit the land of my ancestors. Catina Nicolopous (my great-grandmother) came to this country in 1914, at the age of 22, from Greece. I have the records from Ellis Island, but I'd love to stand at the port in Greece and see the ocean from that side of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8381266036994673871?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8381266036994673871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8381266036994673871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8381266036994673871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8381266036994673871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SJvRIUC5woI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YbmWuEOb4d4/s72-c/West+Palm+Beach+trip+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7264733611834753950</id><published>2008-08-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:30:22.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining'/><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>What is it with people? People who change plans, who call you up and say "Oops, sorry, know that thing we were supposed to do? Can't make it. Let's reschedule." Uh huh. And then, after a time or two of not making the rescheduling, when you are finally DONE with the whole thing -- said person gets annoyed with YOU for being over it. Yeah. What's with those people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself feel better, I made the ultimate comfort food lunch (for me). Growing up in Las Vegas, the best lunch/dinner/breakfast/whatever was a toasted cheese tortilla. Just cheddar cheese on a flour tortilla, in the broiler. Today I fancied it up with a sliced avocado after it came out. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make myself feel EVEN BETTER, I think I'm going to take a weekend in September (I have two from which to choose) and fly to St. Louis to see my beloved Cardinals. I can fly out Saturday morning, catch an evening game, stay the night, see a Sunday afternoon game, and fly home Sunday night. Doesn't that sound perfect for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work today for three hours and put paper on the walls. One thing I hate about changing classrooms is how the room doesn't feel like me. After today, it's starting to...I'm planning on another visit this week. Maybe two more. Next week I have training and the week after that (on Thursday) it's back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7264733611834753950?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7264733611834753950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7264733611834753950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7264733611834753950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7264733611834753950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/08/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8388535106737478775</id><published>2008-07-22T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:20:55.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>West Palm Beach</title><content type='html'>Hello from West Palm Beach! It's gorgeous here -- not too hot or humid (like everyone warned me it would be, they were all WRONG) and simply put, BEAUTIFUL. I'm staying at my cousin Vicki's father-in-law's house (he's not here, he only comes a few months out of the year). It's in a gated community, on a golf course, next to a lake. Can it get more perfect? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Florida is a dream. The beach Vicki and I have been going to is Jupiter Beach and, compared to the beaches in Southern California, there is NOBODY THERE. We drive right up and park the car right on the street. Parking is free. What is that? That doesn't happen where I live. Then there is a little wooden area to walk through (there is a path) and it opens up to the beach. Literally, there are wide open spaces to set up our chairs and towels. Nobody behind us or in front of us, or even next to us for several feet. Unheard of where I live. The water is about 85 degrees and crystal clear. We take the boogie boards and float. My knee feels &lt;em&gt;so good&lt;/em&gt; in the water! Great therapy! The only bad thing I have to say is that even with sunscreen my back got so much sun that it's starting to peel :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a pool in this community, and we bought a frozen Bellini mix and took that down to the pool one night. There was nobody there but we still had a blast. It was raining (in July? For a West Coast girl, that was a novelty!) and we put the lawn chairs under the eaves and drank our frozen Bellinis and watched the rain hit the pool. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we drove down to Miami, to South Beach. What a different feel that town has! Hip, vibrant, young. Very fun. We ate at the Front Porch Cafe overlooking Ocean Drive and then did some shopping along Collins Avenue. It was super H O T in Miami though, much more so than in West Palm Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the Norton Museum in West Palm Beach. After going to the finest museums in the world, the one here just doesn't compare. They have one Monet (it actually had palm branches, I had no idea he painted one of those) and one Picasso. And the City Place shopping area in West Palm is nice, too -- we also took a tour of the area, by land and sea. The tour guide said there are three types of money there -- old money, new money, and your money. She pointed out the house the owners of QVC are renovating and said that was an example of 'your money.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have three more days before going home. I'm super relaxed, which is what I needed from this vacation. And when I get home, I have New York City to look forward to -- I love summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8388535106737478775?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8388535106737478775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8388535106737478775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8388535106737478775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8388535106737478775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/07/west-palm-beach.html' title='West Palm Beach'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8019312277108413021</id><published>2008-07-09T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:48:33.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*the dress*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHT5tzsqbTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KRZrQu_WlF8/s1600-h/dvf+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHT5tzsqbTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KRZrQu_WlF8/s200/dvf+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221072433396215090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Diane von Furstenberg dress I bought. It is gorgeous, 100% silk with no buttons or snaps, just the wrap to tie it shut. I took this picture off her website, I haven't worn it yet...it will be going with me to New York City the beginning of August!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8019312277108413021?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8019312277108413021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8019312277108413021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8019312277108413021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8019312277108413021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress.html' title='*the dress*'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHT5tzsqbTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KRZrQu_WlF8/s72-c/dvf+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2324608656414934880</id><published>2008-07-09T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:07:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHTiHtUCx0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/YaYk1CTiisA/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHTiHtUCx0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/YaYk1CTiisA/s200/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221046490079872834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I have a lot to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Vegas on the 3rd to find my parents had no air conditioning. In Vegas. Ummm...yeah. We scattered to various places until the repair guy could come out and get it fixed. Luckily my dad didn't ruin the compressor by not running the unit even after it stopped working and it was a fairly easy fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of July my uncle hosted the entire family for a BBQ. So much fun! His girlfriend makes a frozen drink concoction with frozen lemonade, half and half, and vodka -- yum-o! Eventually we moved on to shots of tequila, that was exciting...and I heard old family stories I had never heard before. Love when that happens. The fireworks were fantastic, and Madison finally, finally got to hold her very own sparklers. She LOVED them!! We also bought some poppers. Probably our best 4th of July yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Diane von Furstenberg (her shop) while in Vegas. I have been wanting a wrap dress for forever -- or so it seems -- and I finally bit the bullet. On the DvF website, I saw a red and white wrap dress that I loved. When I went into the shop, I told the salesperson which dress I wanted and what size (because they only display one of each dress, the other sizes are kept in the back). She went in the back and found my size. She brought it out and said it was the last one, that the entire company only had three left in my size. It fit perfectly! AND it was on sale for 40% off! So now I own the dress I have been wanting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home Monday because I had an appointment to see what was wrong with my knee. I fell the end of May when I was roller skating and it just isn't feeling any better. Went to an ortho specialist on the advice of my regular doctor. Turns out I tore my meniscus (What? Didn't even know I had those!), cartilage between the femur and tibia. The bad news there is it doesn't repair itself because there is no blood flow. I need arthroscopic surgery to repair it. The good news is, because of the insurance company authorizations and how long those take, I'll still be able to go to Florida and New York City before the surgery in about three weeks. WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now I'm getting ready for my Florida trip...I leave next week for 10 days in West Palm Beach!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2324608656414934880?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2324608656414934880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2324608656414934880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2324608656414934880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2324608656414934880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/07/sparklers.html' title='Sparklers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SHTiHtUCx0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/YaYk1CTiisA/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8709722494316035494</id><published>2008-07-02T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:43:01.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>My house is coming together. In the past six months I've painted the exterior, installed new carpet in the living room/dining room, bought and installed blinds/Roman shades in the kitchen and living room/dining room, and bought a brand new central air conditioner. For a 1950's ranch house, these are some major improvements! I still have some things on my 'to do' list -- the fence from the driveway to the backyard needs to be shored up, the sprinklers in the front yard need to be redone, and the carpet in the master bedroom needs to be ripped up and wood floors installed. I've also done some purging of things inside the house, remember those bags of things from my closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going HOME for the 4th of July weekend. My daughter has never seen fireworks like they have in Las Vegas -- each family lighting them off in the street, in front of their own house. In Riverside, where I live, individual fireworks are illegal. Not in Vegas. Madison has never seen a sparkler. She's 10. It's time. I'm picking her up from summer school at 11:30 and we're hitting the road. If traffic is good, we'll be there by 3:00ish. My uncle is having a BBQ and the entire family will be there. Good times, good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in Vegas until Monday morning. Madison has summer school Monday and I have an appointment with an orthopedic specialist about my knee. School starts at 8:00am so we'll leave Vegas by 4:30am and I'll drop Madison off at school. We've done this many times and it works well. She sleeps in the car while I drive. I'll nap once I get back from the ortho doctor. I'm hoping to find out exactly what is going on with my knee -- it's been four weeks since I fell roller skating and I am still in pain. Today I picked up my x-rays so I'm all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Madison to see the American Girl movie today. It's set during the Depression, and while it presents an idealized view of soup kitchens and hobo camps, it's still worth seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8709722494316035494?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8709722494316035494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8709722494316035494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8709722494316035494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8709722494316035494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-7324213659838258786</id><published>2008-06-29T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:26:10.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>The conference I went to (for teaching gifted students) was AMAZING. The researchers at USC affirmed my teaching and gave me next steps. I can't wait for the new school year to begin! And I had already signed up for a series of four courses with the professor who led the conference. I'm super excited now -- the courses were described as an extension of the conference. Yay! Professional development can be hit or miss. This was a definite HIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove about an hour to Laguna Niguel to see a girlfriend I went to high school with. She was my best friend through those years and we don't see each other as often as I'd like, even though we don't really live that far away...it was a nice day. She has a pool, and we sat outside for a bit. Had a nice dinner, chatted some (so nice to just be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; about everyone in my family since she knows them all) and then came home. I told her, "If I hadn't known you so long, I would never be this honest with you, I'd think you'd think I was a freak!" -- by the time I was done telling her about my sister, my niece, my parents -- luckily she has a family like mine! Do we all have families with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; people? And we just don't talk about them as openly as we do with people who have known us a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of a purge at home. My closets were out of control. So far I've taken out 15 bags of stuff. FIFTEEN bags! And I'm not done! That's from my closet and Madison's closet. I have to do the linen closet and the front hall closet still...It feels good to have the stuff out of the house, though. My house feels bigger somehow...and after seeing how organized Melissa's closets were yesterday, I'm really motivated now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-7324213659838258786?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/7324213659838258786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=7324213659838258786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7324213659838258786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/7324213659838258786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/06/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1903094979322695426</id><published>2008-06-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:09:00.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of people taking their attitudes and trying to push them on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of mean people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of rudeness. What happened to manners? To being nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm tired of my knee hurting. When did falling down on roller skates mean a month (or more) of pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my trip to New York City was canceled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That friends aren't always what I think they are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or that friends can't be what I want them to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Vegas this weekend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York City was rescheduled and the weekend is probably better anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting the 'girls' for coffee this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten days in West Palm Beach is not that far away!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the middle of the new Elizabeth George book, and I love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought the Sex and the City movie book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a movie about Paris (the city) to watch.&lt;br /&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/9111971757386470574-1903094979322695426?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1903094979322695426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1903094979322695426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1903094979322695426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1903094979322695426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/06/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-9089769435331325880</id><published>2008-06-18T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:37:42.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is an email going around that starts "I believe..." and one of the things listed is "I believe...we can do something in an instant that will change our lives forever." -- isn't that true? Isn't that the very essence of trust? We trust people with ourselves, our true selves, and they make decisions, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in an instant&lt;/span&gt;, that change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to make friends. I don't trust easily. But when I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; make a friend, I feel like it's a good, true friendship. Not shallow. Not superficial. Maybe that's my downfall. Maybe I shouldn't value friendship so much. Because when a friend betrays my trust, I feel as if my entire world has been turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who feels like this? When a friend does something hurtful, is it the end of the friendship? I have difficulty recovering from betrayal. I know it's a character flaw. And yet...I still cannot get past the feeling of being let down. Of being hurt. Of trust being broken. Of wondering when it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few people that I let know the 'real' me. And when those people let me down I become so disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-9089769435331325880?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9089769435331325880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=9089769435331325880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9089769435331325880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9089769435331325880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3334859328431809130</id><published>2008-06-17T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:54:25.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>Why is it that there are certain people (and we all have them in our lives) that can make us doubt ourselves? These people can reduce us to questioning ourselves, to shriveling balls of tears, to masses of self-doubt? Yesterday, my first *official* day of summer, I had two phone calls from two self-sufficient, confident women. They both had encounters with the someones in their lives who made them doubt themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Madison was an altar server at church. As she was on the altar, being precious, and I was in the congregation, listening to the service, I was struck by a single comment the priest made. He asked for prayers for "the physically, mentally, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; sick." That single phrase has stuck with me -- how many of us know someone who is spiritually sick, who takes that sickness and brings it to us? Who pushes it on us? Who forces us to become someone we don't want to be in their presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know -- no one can make you anyone but who you are. No one can change you but yourself. I understand all that. BUT. When faced with that certain someone -- be it your mother or your grandmother or your boss or whomever it is in your life that can push your buttons in exactly the right way -- we shrivel a bit in their presence. Change. Wilt. Become less of who we are. Spiritually melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for girlfriends. For phone calls to friends. For people to listen. To say, "I know, it's not right...it's horrible...I know..." I know when I have had one of those self-doubt encounters, I want to feel cocooned, wrapped up and loved. That's what my best, closest girlfriends do for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3334859328431809130?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3334859328431809130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3334859328431809130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3334859328431809130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3334859328431809130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/06/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8744232689132487691</id><published>2008-06-15T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:00:13.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime and the Livin's Easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/photos/0328461b81ebe8ee0ac7d5e65241b8e4/mosaic7183672"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bighugelabs.com/thumbs/0328461b81ebe8ee0ac7d5e65241b8e4/mosaic7183672.jpg" alt="Image hosted @ bighugelabs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://chasing-butterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather's&lt;/a&gt; blog, my five favorite things about summertime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lounging by the pool, feeling the sun on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. summer trips to very fun locations -- last year it was London and Paris, this year it's West Palm Beach and Martha's Vineyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. roasting marshmallows once the sun has gone down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. evening baseball games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. being with friends, not being rushed to get up early the next day to go to work (one of the perks of being a teacher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8744232689132487691?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8744232689132487691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8744232689132487691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8744232689132487691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8744232689132487691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime-and-livins-easy.html' title='Summertime and the Livin&apos;s Easy....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2435983465165743577</id><published>2008-05-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:45:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>Run. Run right now, grab a girlfriend, and see this movie. You have to! It's one of those "I need to see it again and again and own it and watch it over and over" type movies. It's the TV show, continued. And oh, how I've missed Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda. Not to mention Mr. Big, Stanford, and the rest of the crew. They are all back, exactly as they left us. I cried. And cried some more. Tears of sadness, joy, relief, pain -- every emotion possible packed into the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; does for me is take my life and put it on the screen. Not that I'm running around Midtown Manhattan in designer labels, looking for love (love me the Fergie song "Labels or Love"). But the friendships, the nurturing, the insecurity and neediness that each one of us has -- it's all there. When Miranda calls Carrie, or Carrie calls Samantha, or Charlotte cries that she's worried it's her turn for misfortune -- those are all moments every woman has had. We've been the one calling, or the one receiving the calls from our closest friends. And the four women are there for each other, through ups and downs. Over six seasons and then when the movie opens, three years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run right now and go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2435983465165743577?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2435983465165743577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2435983465165743577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2435983465165743577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2435983465165743577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6108874794970060666</id><published>2008-05-29T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:30:07.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day and Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SD90EXE6CUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rToHHJgB-jo/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SD90EXE6CUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rToHHJgB-jo/s200/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007312526477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SD90E3E6CVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f_633TiTRhE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SD90E3E6CVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f_633TiTRhE/s200/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007321116412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh. I'm in a quandary. I arranged for a professional photographer (with access to the field at Dodger Stadium) to take pictures of a Cardinals player, one my dad really likes, when the St. Louis Cardinals were in town last week to play the Dodgers. My plan was to have the pictures professionally matted and framed as a Father's Day present to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The best laid plans and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has not been nice to me (or my daughter) since last weekend. He left for Las Vegas without saying goodbye in person. Yes, he called my cell phone to say he was checking out of the hotel and see ya later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His room was on the same floor as mine&lt;/span&gt; and he couldn't be bothered to walk down to say goodbye to his granddaughter? And then when he got home, he was snippy on the phone with me. Very snippy. As in I wanted to hang up the phone snippy. I haven't heard from him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have six pictures professionally taken -- BEAUTIFUL pictures. At this point, I'm not willing to go to a framers. I did stop by Target and pick up a black frame with a cream colored mat. The frame has space for two 4x6 pictures. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to send a card and nothing else. Another part thinks two small pictures in a Target frame is fine. The rest of me wants my dad to know that I was planning something he would have loved, until he started acting like this. Don't ask me why he's acting like he is because I don't know...all I know is, he doesn't get all six pictures. But I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6108874794970060666?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6108874794970060666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6108874794970060666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6108874794970060666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6108874794970060666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/fathers-day-and-presents.html' title='Father&apos;s Day and Presents'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SD90EXE6CUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rToHHJgB-jo/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-834695747903037946</id><published>2008-05-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:33:27.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SDuPCHE6CSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWEr0Q7fzaM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SDuPCHE6CSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWEr0Q7fzaM/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204911060778879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SDuPCnE6CTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aac0_Kmyf5o/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SDuPCnE6CTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aac0_Kmyf5o/s200/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204911069368813874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt; I've had the BEST WEEKEND EVER! Went and got a new car. Not just any car....the car I've been wanting and wanting for, oh, MY WHOLE LIFE! Yep, a 2008 BMW 528i. She's beautiful! Silver with black leather interior. Navigation system. Satellite radio. An iPod hookup (I love that feature). Trixie (my car already has a name -- she feels like a Trixie, sassy with a little attitude) and I have been driving around town, getting to know each other. And I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Trixie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-834695747903037946?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/834695747903037946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=834695747903037946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/834695747903037946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/834695747903037946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-car.html' title='A New Car!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SDuPCHE6CSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NWEr0Q7fzaM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-99666226230725108</id><published>2008-05-25T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:31:06.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Let's go Cardinals, Let's go!</title><content type='html'>I have had the BEST weekend so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work, I scurried down to Los Angeles and checked into the Biltmore. It's a fabulous art deco hotel and I love staying there. After I settled myself into my room, I caught a cab to Dodger Stadium where *my* St. Louis Cardinals were playing. Had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; seats on the field level, above the Cardinals dugout on the first base side. The Cardinals won the game 2-1 on a homerun by Ryan Ludwick. Ryan (we're not really on a first name basis) knows my dad's doctor, and it's kind of exciting to "know someone who knows a Cardinals player," if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I meandered down to the USC bookstore. Since I'm officially signed up for a series of education courses and will be receiving a gifted education certificate, I didn't feel at all guilty buying myself a cap that says "USC Rossier School of Education" because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be taking classes there. Right? Right! Then I went to The Grove for a bit before hitting Dodger Stadium once again. Had even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; seats for Saturday night's game. One of my friends is a photographer for the Dodgers, and she came over to chat. She took some photos for me (of me, of Ryan Ludwick) and those arrived by email this morning. Cardinals won again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back home this morning...the Cardinals/Dodgers game is on television and I'm camped on the couch. And since it's a three day weekend....AAHHH! I still have the rest of today and tomorrow off from work. What could be better?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-99666226230725108?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/99666226230725108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=99666226230725108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/99666226230725108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/99666226230725108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-go-cardinals-lets-go.html' title='Let&apos;s go Cardinals, Let&apos;s go!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-853939877107680850</id><published>2008-05-22T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:06:37.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Drama, Tears, and One Tired Teacher</title><content type='html'>Walked in this morning to find my student teacher in tears. She was in tears again at lunch. And again at the end of the day. My day was framed with her tears. Agreeing to have a student teacher sounded like such a good idea -- let me just say, NEVER AGAIN.  N E V E R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the students misbehaved during her math lesson. And C (the student teacher) didn't fully review the math concept, forgetting the final step of simplifying the answer when working with fractions. OK. Then, in the afternoon, I left the room as C was teaching a lesson on natural resources. The principal saw me leave and decided to step into classroom. After three minutes, the principal asked C to take a slooooow walk to the office and a slooooow walk back. Not good. C was crying this morning because, "No one ever tells me anything, the kids said I'm going to be fired!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C's perception of the lesson was that the kids were behaving, were on-task, and participating. I said, "That's not what the principal saw. She saw four kids paying attention and the rest not. You have no engagement strategies and the students were giving you silly answers. They were being rude and disrespectful." Not a good start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At math time today, I left the room. (I'm leaving because next week -- GULP -- I'm supposed to turn the classroom over to her completely and I want her to get used to it.) One student called C a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat ass&lt;/span&gt;. Several more flat out refused to do their work. C started crying in class and didn't stop. At lunch I asked her if she wanted me to stay in the room the rest of the day and she nodded YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school the principal called her up. C was gone a loooong time and was crying when she came back. Who knows what was said, except that it can't have been good. C's trying, she really is. I've tried everything I know to do -- I started talking to her University supervisor the first week, when I realized there was a problem. I've modeled every behavior management strategy I know, as well as different student engagement strategies. The principal and assistant principal have talked to her (and the students), trying to offer support. This is C's third student teaching placement; how can she have been allowed to get this far with this much of a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is a lack of personality. Maybe it's shyness. C doesn't talk to other teachers, or me. At lunch, she sits next to me but doesn't say A SINGLE WORD. She's been with me since the end of March and will not even say HELLO when she passes someone in the hallway. My team leader said today that she's starting to feel anger toward C because of it -- that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARGH! Thirteen more days. I can get through this. Really, I can....but can the students?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-853939877107680850?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/853939877107680850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=853939877107680850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/853939877107680850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/853939877107680850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/drama-tears-and-one-tired-teacher.html' title='Drama, Tears, and One Tired Teacher'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1603837559880909899</id><published>2008-05-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:48:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I like how Emily on &lt;a href="http://lawforaliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Law For A Living&lt;/a&gt; posted her summer plans...here's my personal version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;12:            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:            Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;17:                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy Back Day at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-22:     weekend in New York City with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;25-26:      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer Institute at the University of Southern California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;15-25        West Palm Beach, FL with Vicki and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;1-9 Boston, Martha's Vineyard, Philadelphia, and New York City with Madison&lt;br /&gt;22                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in some days at the beach (near our house, day trips) and trips to visit my parents in Las Vegas and we'll have a FUN SUMMER. Oh yes we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1603837559880909899?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1603837559880909899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1603837559880909899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1603837559880909899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1603837559880909899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3480866103434064502</id><published>2008-05-18T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:16:24.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta</title><content type='html'>This weekend is the annual Fiesta at my daughter's school. It's part carnival/part fundraiser/part 3 day party. Unfortunately, this weekend it's been hovering at the 100 degree mark and the Fiesta has been super hot and miserable. Not that the kids have noticed, of course. We've been to the Fiesta all three days -- Friday night for four hours, Saturday for eight hours, and today I left after five hours (she's still there, with some friends, for another two hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as the live band was playing and people were dancing and laughing, I was struck by the sense of community. These are the people I see every day as I drop my daughter off at school, or the people I see Sunday at church (it's a parochial school). And yet I don't see these people in a social setting very often. Once a year, on Fiesta weekend, we come together and dance, laugh, and visit with each other. And that's a very good thing. Why don't public school have social gatherings for parents? Why don't we (as public schools) build a sense of community? Even if we had something much smaller, like a Saturday afternoon school carnival in the cafeteria -- something to help foster a positive sense of togetherness within ourselves and the members of our school community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3480866103434064502?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3480866103434064502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3480866103434064502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3480866103434064502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3480866103434064502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/fiesta.html' title='Fiesta'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3817415029833443902</id><published>2008-05-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:16:38.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academics'/><title type='text'>Seventeen Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seventeen more days of school. Seventeen more days of certain kids, the ones that make seventeen seem like forever...last week, my student teacher was teaching and I left the room. Big mistake on my part. When the dust settled, three students ended up being removed from the classroom for a day and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after school ends (after those seventeen days....) I'm going to New York City for a quick weekend. A baseball game in Yankee Stadium. Walking down Fifth Avenue. Roasted almonds from the vendor on the street corner. That should be a good stress reducer. And then West Palm Beach for 10 days in July. Another something to look forward to doing. I asked my daughter today what she wanted to do in August. She thought for a minute and said, in all seriousness, "London is nice, but what about Rome?" -- that's my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the decision to go off Zoloft was the right one for me, at least right now. I know I'm quicker to be angry when I'm not taking the medicine. And my patience is thinner. But I'm not in a fog or 'zoned out' and I feel happier overall, I think. The people around me are being patient with my quick temper. That's all I can ask at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 'new' news bulletin is the series of classes in which I enrolled. Dr. Kaplan in the education department at the University of Southern California (USC) is a leader in gifted education, especially in urban settings. I have been using her icons the past few months and have noticed an increase in academic vocabulary and connections among my students. I signed up for a Summer Institute with Dr. Kaplan, and enrolled in a certificate program with her that starts in October. The program lasts for one academic year, and my district is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt; that I will be studying with Dr. Kaplan herself. I am too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3817415029833443902?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3817415029833443902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3817415029833443902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3817415029833443902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3817415029833443902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/05/seventeen-days.html' title='Seventeen Days'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6695314702724623123</id><published>2008-02-21T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:32:04.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I....in 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R75CJXR_wCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y3e2aDWALJ4/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R75CJXR_wCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y3e2aDWALJ4/s200/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169642150903660578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to my daughter play as Hannah Montana is on in the background. I just finished dinner. I am exhausted. I am getting more and more tired as the school year goes on. I cannot wait for Spring Break. I am going to France for a week then, the beginning of April. I need to rest and get away for that week. I have one third of the school year left and feel like there is still too much left to teach. I think the school day needs to be longer. I am watching the cats play. I want to have free time to play like the cats (and like my daughter). I need time to myself, and that time seems fleeting right now. I don't have a book right now -- check that, I have a pile of books, but I haven't started one since I finished my last one. I bought a new dress and I love it. I am going to buy another dress from the same company. I am getting tired of starting every sentence with I. I am almost done, the timer is ready to ring. I can't be done soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a blog challenge -- to set a timer for 5 or 10 minutes (I chose 5) and to write where my thoughts went. Every statement had to start with "I."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6695314702724623123?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6695314702724623123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6695314702724623123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6695314702724623123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6695314702724623123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/02/iin-5-minutes.html' title='I....in 5 minutes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R75CJXR_wCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Y3e2aDWALJ4/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3161458514587336736</id><published>2008-02-15T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:46:53.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This says it all about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Totally Anal Retentive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/retentive-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you're so uptight - people definitely have called you "anal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who's so OCD you organize your M&amp;amp;Ms before eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many rules and rituals, it's hard for you to let loose and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and mix up your alphabetized CD collection. Live a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/"&gt;Are You Anal Retentive?&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/9111971757386470574-3161458514587336736?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3161458514587336736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3161458514587336736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3161458514587336736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3161458514587336736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-says-it-all-about-me-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6877909891104956475</id><published>2008-02-09T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:56:21.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R64FUXR_v9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pl339zXTdVY/s1600-h/tvs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R64FUXR_v9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pl339zXTdVY/s200/tvs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165071670045556690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by my blogging friend Heather.  Here's the challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pick up the nearest book ( one of at least 123 pages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Open the page to 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Find the 5th sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Post the next three sentences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tag 5 people (which I can't do, I don't know 5 bloggers...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, however, beside the actual living girls, the boys realized the paltriness of these images. Inverse properties were also discarded: notions of the girls as damaged or demented. (The crazy old lady in the elevator every day turns out to be, when you finally speak to her, perfectly lucid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; by Jeffrey Eudenides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing this challenge made me realize is how rich the language is in this book. The word choice is fantastic -- paltriness, inverse, demented, lucid -- these aren't words one would normally use when speaking. And yet, when I read the book, I didn't notice the language being as rich as it is. It took this challenge to point it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am doing blog challenges, here's one from Cups of Coffee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if I decided to pursue that EdD at USC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my cats really think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will have to stay on this vegetarian diet for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what grade(s) I will teach next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about the 'big' questions -- God and life after death and the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is as happy as I'll ever be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6877909891104956475?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6877909891104956475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6877909891104956475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6877909891104956475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6877909891104956475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/02/page-123.html' title='Page 123'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/R64FUXR_v9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pl339zXTdVY/s72-c/tvs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3494013785300031118</id><published>2008-02-05T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:57:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got up extra early this morning so I could vote in the California primary on my way to work. I always like to get the "I Voted!" sticker to wear to school, so the kids can see that I take my civic responsibility seriously. I went to the church where the voting was taking place, found my polling place, and bent down to sign my name. And then I couldn't get back up. Oh my aching back! I have been in severe pain all day since then. The good news is that I voted and sported the spiffy sticker all day. In pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this Tuesday; we had a staff meeting. It was the first one I have attended with our new principal. Oh my! She is an amazing woman. I love her! She is direct, to the point, and positive all the while. Such a change from the person who held that position before. She makes me (and everyone I've talked with) feel energized and ready to touch lives, to make changes happen with the students. I want to be a better teacher for her -- and that's saying something, because I love being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3494013785300031118?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3494013785300031118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3494013785300031118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3494013785300031118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3494013785300031118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-fat-tuesday.html' title='Super Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2612140944447225358</id><published>2008-02-03T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:43:03.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged by Chasing Butterflies...</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;*The rules are to link the person who sent this to you...and leave a comment on their blog.. so their readers can visit yours. (No idea how to do this, sorry Heather!)&lt;br /&gt;*post the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;*Share 7 strange/weird facts about you on your blog&lt;br /&gt;*Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog&lt;br /&gt;*Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that there are any strange or weird facts about me (or things that I consider strange or weird) but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been a teacher for 14 years and I've only worked at one school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I visit a new place, I tend to go back over and over until I've 'done' that place to death. Case in point -- in April, I'm going to Paris for the 3rd time in a little over a year. Obsessive? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If the St. Louis Cardinals are on TV, I won't make plans to leave the house. And yes, I subscribe to MLB Extra Innings, so the Cardinals are on A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The same thing goes for the USC Trojans football team. If they are playing, I stay home. Period. I need to watch it on TV. And if it's not televised (horror of all horrors), I will listen to it on the radio. I don't go that far with the Cardinals, but there are a lot less Trojan games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I NEED to have a book in progress. If I don't, I don't feel complete. Right now I'm in the middle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/span&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a vegetarian. I've toyed with this for a while, but in October I was hospitalized for a kidney problem. My doctor recommended giving up meat because too much protein can cause kidney problems. That was all I needed to hear. It hasn't been difficult because I just think about the kidney pain from October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother is a hermit. Or would like to be. Is that a strange/weird fact about me? That's all I can think of right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have anybody to tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2612140944447225358?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2612140944447225358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2612140944447225358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2612140944447225358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2612140944447225358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-tagged-by-chasing-butterflies.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged by Chasing Butterflies...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3674766525336315283</id><published>2007-08-21T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:16:25.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsrXgH77StI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hy8ZvSEJFBs/s1600-h/quack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsrXgH77StI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hy8ZvSEJFBs/s320/quack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101126474836691666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's that time of year again...back to school. Which means back to work. I don't officially start back until Thursday, but I thought I'd get a head start and go in early. HA! I picked up my keys at 8am Monday morning and finally walked out of my classroom around 4pm Monday afternoon -- and I felt like very little had been accomplished. Good thing I got that head start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left with a headache and complete body exhaustion. I was in bed, asleep, by 6pm. Yep, it's that time of year again. Gosh, I miss summer already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-3674766525336315283?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3674766525336315283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3674766525336315283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3674766525336315283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3674766525336315283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsrXgH77StI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hy8ZvSEJFBs/s72-c/quack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3891652092389446935</id><published>2007-08-17T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:37:12.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsWyX377SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/gqQr5AOVBKM/s1600-h/insolence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsWyX377SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/gqQr5AOVBKM/s320/insolence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099678276288989810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is a blog challenge from Cups of Coffee, to make a list of my favorite things. These have to be things that can be purchased, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Marcus Prime, the best way to even out my skin tone I've found to date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oil of Olay Creme Ribbons soap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guerlain Insolence perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks black iced tea, unsweetened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect fit t-shirts from Old Navy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher Blue jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agatha Christie mysteries, especially the ones that pre-date WWII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St. Louis Cardinals autographs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manicures and pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cherry chocolate LG cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Converse All Stars&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/9111971757386470574-3891652092389446935?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3891652092389446935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3891652092389446935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3891652092389446935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3891652092389446935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/08/favorite-things.html' title='Favorite Things'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsWyX377SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/gqQr5AOVBKM/s72-c/insolence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6526146442428061651</id><published>2007-08-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:50:17.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport to...England and France</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUaoX77SkI/AAAAAAAAABs/uGq6Bbi9x3I/s1600-h/IMG_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUaoX77SkI/AAAAAAAAABs/uGq6Bbi9x3I/s320/IMG_4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099511433989409346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUaon77SlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WitGZvbQazA/s1600-h/IMG_4933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUaon77SlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WitGZvbQazA/s320/IMG_4933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099511438284376658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUao377SmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/opzgILJWsdI/s1600-h/IMG_5013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUao377SmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/opzgILJWsdI/s320/IMG_5013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099511442579343970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh, what a wonderful end of summer this has been....it's so hard to describe the past two weeks in Europe: how relaxing, how beautiful, how inspiring. how different life is. So many new experiences, so many monuments visited, so many small moments that were very special. Instead of writing about each one, here's a partial list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touring Kensington Palace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating ice cream on the grass outside Kensington Palace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Big Ben chime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visitng the chapel in Westminster Abbey that holds the coffin of Queen Elizabeth I and the one that holds the coffin of Mary, Queen of Scots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riding the Eurostar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating at La Fregate with its view of the Louvre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carousals in Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standing under the Eiffel Tower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wandering through the catacombs under Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touring Notre Dame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating ice cream each evening while strolling through the cobblestone streets of Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The half day tour of Versailles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the tunnel where Princess Diana died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The funfair outside of the Louvre with the great log ride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crepe stands with nutella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking two miles to see the Eiffel Tower light up at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting the Pont Alexander bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Place de la Concorde and standing on the spot where Marie Antoinette was executed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A train ride through the middle of England&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating breakfast at the Muffin Man every single morning we were in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standing on a bridge over the River Avon, feeding swans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping in Europe!!!&lt;br /&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/9111971757386470574-6526146442428061651?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6526146442428061651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6526146442428061651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6526146442428061651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6526146442428061651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/08/passport-toengland-and-france.html' title='Passport to...England and France'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RsUaoX77SkI/AAAAAAAAABs/uGq6Bbi9x3I/s72-c/IMG_4810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-1126312699119434503</id><published>2007-07-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:23:43.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqjKcw4hC-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ASUhkQ6r5yQ/s1600-h/tour+de+eiffel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091541974249442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqjKcw4hC-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ASUhkQ6r5yQ/s200/tour+de+eiffel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trip is getting closer -- two glorious weeks in London and Paris! Ooh la la! I just looked at pictures from my February trip to Paris and I am completely excited to go. The sky was so blue and I look so happy in the pictures. I've been to London numerous times but this will only be my second trip to Paris (ok, it's my second trip in 6 months). To start the trip, my cousin and I are meeting in New York City (so we can fly together) and we have two nights and an entire day there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like going overseas for several reasons. First, the language differences fascinate me. Even in England, where they supposedly speak the same language. The accents are fantastic and the supermarkets are thrilling to wander. I love to see things like 'nappies' (can you tell I had a baby the first time I went?) and 'salad cream' as well as different types of potato crisps (instead of chips) like prawn flavored ones. Or beef and onion flavored ones. Second, the political astuteness of the regular Joe is astounding. It's much different than in the United States, and quite refreshing. Even if my opinion is different than, say my French tour guide, the fact that I can have a reasonable discussion with him is remarkable. Third, I need to be reminded that there is a world outside of my little neighborhood, and there are sights to see and people to meet. And different opinions to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. New York City. London. Paris. I'm happy just typing the names of those cities. We've decided to spend the most time (barely, just by a day) in Paris because it's the newest place for us. We've rented apartments in London and Paris (with air conditioning, we are American, after all) so we have a tiny kitchen in both cities. And I'm ready! Let's get this show on the road, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-1126312699119434503?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/1126312699119434503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=1126312699119434503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1126312699119434503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/1126312699119434503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/07/ooh-la-la.html' title='Ooh la la'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqjKcw4hC-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ASUhkQ6r5yQ/s72-c/tour+de+eiffel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8300812214802103893</id><published>2007-07-21T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:28:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fill In (but now it's Saturday)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqKyLA4hC9I/AAAAAAAAABc/KVoys3psIOs/s1600-h/fridayfillin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089826431167433682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqKyLA4hC9I/AAAAAAAAABc/KVoys3psIOs/s200/fridayfillin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. _____ makes me remember my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I like to use _____ when I cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. _____ really makes me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I've been thinking about _____ lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The last song I heard that I liked was _____.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. _____ by starlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to _____, tomorrow my plans include _____ and Sunday, I want to _____! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Answers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Summer&lt;/em&gt; makes me remember my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I like to use &lt;em&gt;olive oil and garlic&lt;/em&gt; when I cook. (What can I say, I'm Greek!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Liars&lt;/em&gt; really make me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I've been thinking about &lt;em&gt;traveling overseas&lt;/em&gt; lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The last song I heard that I liked was &lt;em&gt;Ready, Set, Please Don't Go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Walking&lt;/em&gt; by starlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I am looking forward to &lt;em&gt;reading my new Harry Potter book in my jammies on my couch,&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow my plans include &lt;em&gt;reading that book&lt;/em&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;em&gt;start packing for my trip&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8300812214802103893?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8300812214802103893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8300812214802103893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8300812214802103893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8300812214802103893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-fill-in-but-now-its-saturday.html' title='Friday Fill In (but now it&apos;s Saturday)....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RqKyLA4hC9I/AAAAAAAAABc/KVoys3psIOs/s72-c/fridayfillin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8884070346470990189</id><published>2007-07-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:34:17.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been challenged!</title><content type='html'>Heather challenged me on her blog...so here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? nope&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? a couple weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? yes&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? boars head ham&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? one darling little girl&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? absolutely&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? uh yeah, maybe too much&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? … I just might&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? I alternate between Life and Cracklin' Oat Bran&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Not usually&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? That depends&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM? Peanut butter and chocolate&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Their smile (or lack of)&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Red&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My grandfathers&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Denim capris and no shoes&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Back Street French dip on an onion roll - yum!&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Silence&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? Red....for sure&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVOURITE SMELLS? Rain&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My friend Jen&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Heather challenged me on her blog. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Baseball and college football&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOUR? Brown&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOUR? Hazel&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVOURITE FOOD? Way too many to name&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Heather gray&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter for weather...summer for being off work&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? love them both&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? no one I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? No mousepad!&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE SOUND? rain&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? I have to choose?&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? France&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? not really. maybe cooking...&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Boulder City, NV&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT SUPERPOWER WOULD YOU LIKE? To fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-8884070346470990189?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8884070346470990189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8884070346470990189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8884070346470990189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8884070346470990189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-challenged.html' title='I&apos;ve been challenged!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-82051061965427693</id><published>2007-07-06T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:16:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Summer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Ro5qoEqGE4I/AAAAAAAAABU/k21XrHj82pg/s1600-h/fashion+sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084118266025481090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Ro5qoEqGE4I/AAAAAAAAABU/k21XrHj82pg/s200/fashion+sense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love summer days. They can be anything I want them to be. Yesterday was an example of a perfect outing. I met one of my best friends at Borders. We wandered around the bookstore and I ended up buying several books that looked good for airplane reading. Heather recommended &lt;em&gt;Baby Proof&lt;/em&gt; by Emily Giffin and &lt;em&gt;Queen of Babble&lt;/em&gt; by Meg Cabot, so I picked those up. I also found two books for my daughter to read on the plane, the classic &lt;em&gt;Are You There God, It's Me Margaret&lt;/em&gt; by Judy Blume, and a fairy book she will also enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the bookstore, we went to Old Navy. I love Old Navy for summer clothes. The baby doll dresses are darling and look cute alone or over jeans. The t-shirts are super soft. The kids clothes are cute, cheap, and wear nicely. Madison got the pink capris in the picture, on sale for $8. Heather picked them out. Once again, Heather is to be complimented on her FASHION SENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we topped the day off with a visit to Starbucks! Iced black teas and warmed chocolate chip cookies....a perfect ending to a perfect outing! I love summer days like this -- and a friend like Heather, who loves doing the exact same things I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-82051061965427693?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/82051061965427693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=82051061965427693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/82051061965427693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/82051061965427693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfect-summer-day.html' title='A Perfect Summer Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Ro5qoEqGE4I/AAAAAAAAABU/k21XrHj82pg/s72-c/fashion+sense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-8484284388188565557</id><published>2007-07-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:55:47.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and SURPRISES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RoumokqGE2I/AAAAAAAAABE/kHA0Q1sT4t8/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083339820382950242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RoumokqGE2I/AAAAAAAAABE/kHA0Q1sT4t8/s200/IMG_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RoumokqGE3I/AAAAAAAAABM/kLfFQU7eLmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083339820382950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RoumokqGE3I/AAAAAAAAABM/kLfFQU7eLmQ/s200/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summertime is fabulous. I went to New York City (which should be an entire post by itself) and came home to a surprise "welcome home" party for my good friend Heather's husband. He has been in the Coast Guard and is now finished with that. She planned the party for two weeks after he came home, so he was completely surprised! We all got to the house 30 minutes before Scott was due (he had been playing golf and then shopping with the menfolk while the women set everything up) and my daughter and her friend kept watch out the front window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once Scott arrived, the party started in full swing. The Mexican food was fabulous and there were homemade cupcakes with the most delicious cream cheese frosting. And Tony (who is getting married in October and sent out fantastic 'save the date' magnets) made terrific margaritas, he definitely has a secret formula! People were relaxed and happy and enjoying themselves all evening long. The kids ran around the backyard, playing ball and sitting on the fence. The adults sat around in the fading sunlight with candles and tiki torches as Larry brought out a special bottle of lemon liqueor he brought back from Italy, and he started handing out shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What really stood out to me, though, was the love and the friendship at the party. People came because they were happy Scott was home and they were happy to be together for the evening. It was comfortable and fun and a perfect way to spend a Saturday night!&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/9111971757386470574-8484284388188565557?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/8484284388188565557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=8484284388188565557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8484284388188565557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/8484284388188565557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends-and-surprises.html' title='Friends and SURPRISES!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RoumokqGE2I/AAAAAAAAABE/kHA0Q1sT4t8/s72-c/IMG_4508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-6093473860758950790</id><published>2007-06-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:06:39.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dual Personalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RnaMCrSP6NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WT5dvfXPrfo/s1600-h/girlinpinkdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077399607513704658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RnaMCrSP6NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WT5dvfXPrfo/s200/girlinpinkdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; I went "home" for Father's Day. Home is Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And home is wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One thing I noticed about home is the way some people act. Specifically, my cousin - I'll call her Amanda. When we were little, she went by Mandy. Mandy was older, more hip, more beautiful, more everything. She was my idol. I adored her. She grew up, got married, and became known as Amanda. Except to the immediate family, to us she's still Mandy. And now it's like she's two different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mandy is still fabulous -- she's the one who knows the hip hangouts and the hottest new restaurants to try. She wears the newest fashions and is always on the cutting edge. I adore her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is nice too, but in a different way. She is a mom and a wife first. She takes wonderful care of her family. She plans and cooks gourment meals. She spends endless amounts of time decorating her house. And truthfully, she's a bit boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Amanda to be Mandy all the time, even though I know that's not possible. She grew up, got married, had babies, and became AMANDA. I'm lucky to get any Mandy time and I know this. I just miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RnaMCrSP6OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ywxyYzeVRiQ/s1600-h/girlwithbrownhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077399607513704674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RnaMCrSP6OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ywxyYzeVRiQ/s200/girlwithbrownhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-6093473860758950790?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/6093473860758950790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=6093473860758950790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6093473860758950790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/6093473860758950790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/06/dual-personalities.html' title='Dual Personalities'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RnaMCrSP6NI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WT5dvfXPrfo/s72-c/girlinpinkdress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-3763153874069258329</id><published>2007-06-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:00:23.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-66240DD4.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_42E67A46.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D28CE3C.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7D3E11DD.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=GO-GETTER&amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=427438-dd9f&amp;srv=iwebcl5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=427438-dd9f&amp;srv=iwebcl5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/9111971757386470574-3763153874069258329?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/3763153874069258329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=3763153874069258329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3763153874069258329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/3763153874069258329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dna.html' title='My DNA'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-5552574303657117643</id><published>2007-06-11T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:38:49.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1QDbSP6MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ve8kEWais4A/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074800374910544066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1QDbSP6MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ve8kEWais4A/s200/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1P9rSP6LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fE5FLFLDDcM/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074800276126296242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1P9rSP6LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fE5FLFLDDcM/s200/london.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1P3LSP6KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wj_fMh2xjPg/s1600-h/new-york-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074800164457146530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1P3LSP6KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wj_fMh2xjPg/s200/new-york-city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of the school year. Things end and new things begin. As hard as it can be to let go of the end of something, we have to -- and we have to move on to something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to summer -- lazy days with smoothies and iced tea and sleeping in late. And swimming and barbeques and walking on the beach. Maybe I'll go to a few baseball games! This summer I have some magnificent trips planned. New York City by itself. New York, London, Paris all together later in the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point here is that yes, things end. And new things begin. And those new things can be fun and exciting!&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/9111971757386470574-5552574303657117643?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/5552574303657117643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=5552574303657117643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5552574303657117643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/5552574303657117643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/06/endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Endings and beginnings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/Rm1QDbSP6MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ve8kEWais4A/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-2901007660681956671</id><published>2007-06-04T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:52:04.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmSli7SP6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TD3EtA-UPD0/s1600-h/letting+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072361099774388370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmSli7SP6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TD3EtA-UPD0/s200/letting+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This school year has been one of letting go. Letting go of the position I've had for several years and returning to a grade level I haven't taught in over 10 years. Letting go of feelings that are destructive to me personally. And letting go of relationships that are not beneficial to me. I've worked hard to get to this point. I'm ready to move on, to assume my new position and work with a new team. Now I'm wondering why other people aren't letting go as easily as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a hard time with this idea -- that I'm moving on and others aren't. Why not? It seems so simple to me, and yet I know that it's not. It's taken hard work to get to this point and I KNOW that. And yet....I don't want to talk about the past anymore. I don't want to go over and over the same conversations one more time. I want to move forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-2901007660681956671?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/2901007660681956671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=2901007660681956671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2901007660681956671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/2901007660681956671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmSli7SP6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TD3EtA-UPD0/s72-c/letting+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111971757386470574.post-9081013409973089402</id><published>2007-06-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:05:55.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmOBZncxFuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ld7-fA6Z8SA/s1600-h/girlfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072039882435663586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmOBZncxFuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ld7-fA6Z8SA/s320/girlfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was tagged by Heather and asked to make this my first post -- here goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home is not a place, it is people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Lois_McMaster_Bujold/"&gt;Lois McMaster Bujold&lt;/a&gt;, "Barrayar", 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is not a place, that's my house. I feel at home when I am with my best friends and my dearest family. Recent events in my life have made me re-evaluate those people I surround myself with, and eliminate those that are not positive influences. Home is a cozy, comfortable feeling; a feeling of being safe and secure. The people in my life that I choose to 'let in' make me feel at home on a daily basis and I love each and every one of them -- the list is small, but the knowledge that I can be myself and still be appreciated makes me feel at home. And I love that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9111971757386470574-9081013409973089402?l=cardinal-red.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/feeds/9081013409973089402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9111971757386470574&amp;postID=9081013409973089402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9081013409973089402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9111971757386470574/posts/default/9081013409973089402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cardinal-red.blogspot.com/2007/06/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14330801793315398985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/SKt-jw-EudI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CxrReQx_CG4/S220/me+at+roger+dean.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NUpl4dgELc4/RmOBZncxFuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ld7-fA6Z8SA/s72-c/girlfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
