<?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-7313367927773341191</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:33:26.358-07:00</updated><category term='isa'/><category term='clippy'/><category term='cats'/><category term='food'/><category term='phone'/><category term='doodles'/><category term='spooky'/><title type='text'>Dear Dairy...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my first blog. I'll keep it random for now and see where I want to take it... maybe to the Dairy?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5666958542715268664</id><published>2011-03-09T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:56:48.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IbXvRXIc9U/TXhoISxTNnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eFWILw_cNqA/s1600/0309012154-708289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IbXvRXIc9U/TXhoISxTNnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eFWILw_cNqA/s320/0309012154-708289.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582326229812590194" /&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/7313367927773341191-5666958542715268664?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5666958542715268664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5666958542715268664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5666958542715268664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_IbXvRXIc9U/TXhoISxTNnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eFWILw_cNqA/s72-c/0309012154-708289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5381117787293510171</id><published>2011-03-07T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:35:07.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Horse</title><content type='html'>So... I use CalorieKing...sometimes. I started using it again before my hula show because I wanted to lose weight. I kept up with it pretty religiously before my show and weighed in regularly. After my show, I majorly slacked off, but I did manage to weigh in RIGHT before my work took a turn for crazy-insane-busy-town. This is kind of a perfect picture of how (1) slacking off after hula and (2) ignoring my health in favor of working super long hours affected my weight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VolXKNEqKJQ/TXVMmHxD7fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EiX5Yo-_P6M/s1600/weight_030711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VolXKNEqKJQ/TXVMmHxD7fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EiX5Yo-_P6M/s400/weight_030711.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, I started around 195lbs then dipped down to 180lbs after the show, and now I have shot back up to where I started (plus some)&amp;nbsp;in just 3 months! Eww...not a pretty picture. My pants definitely know the difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm getting back on the horse, so to speak. I just hate falling off all the time. I'm kind of discouraged from getting back on since I know I might fall off again -- BUT, like Sheryl says, &lt;a href="http://msbitchcakes.blogspot.com/2011/03/fitness-adventures-coogans-salsa.html"&gt;"failure isn't when you fall down. It's when you stay down."&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Gotta get down to that goal! I just need to keep reminding myself that I IT and NOT to temporarily feel better by stuffing my face. That's the hard part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-5381117787293510171?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5381117787293510171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5381117787293510171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5381117787293510171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-horse.html' title='Back on the Horse'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VolXKNEqKJQ/TXVMmHxD7fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EiX5Yo-_P6M/s72-c/weight_030711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-2578118220078355623</id><published>2011-03-04T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:52:50.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4nX-ms6a_0/TXEyandAQtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gVi9ArfO8e4/s1600/0210011116-706344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580296846137377490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4nX-ms6a_0/TXEyandAQtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gVi9ArfO8e4/s320/0210011116-706344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Minnie-Winnie says "Hello!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I am scatterbrained today! Let's see, what's on the agenda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;X Add air to my tire. It's already going low again! Darnit...I either need to take it back in for repair or buy a new one.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;X Get gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Fix my tip logic at work and test on machine 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Figure out workspace stuff for machines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Enter in machine 2 points&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Make lasagna at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Pick out my clothes for tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;- Go to bed early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I guess I'm thinking about the weekend. This weekend I'm getting my haircut, going to hula class, and hanging out with my FRIENDS! whoo hoo! Next weekend, I think I'm going down to visit the Browns. The weekend after that I might go home? And the weekend after that I might meet up with Liz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;But there are other things in my brain!: fixing up my resume, applying for new jobs, using my giftcard to buy Harry Potter books, buying new clothes, paying back mister Barages, my dentist appointment next week, G owes me rent, Jury Duty, getting the cats flea collars, can I afford to go to Montreal?,...eek! the list goes on and on! I got some good sleep last night...why am I so anxious this morning? In fact, I even did an ab workout (good job, Jennie!) this morning. Hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-2578118220078355623?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2578118220078355623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/2578118220078355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/2578118220078355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_04.html' title='Racing Mind'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4nX-ms6a_0/TXEyandAQtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gVi9ArfO8e4/s72-c/0210011116-706344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-8605586821176232546</id><published>2011-03-03T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:31:47.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue</title><content type='html'>I used to be SO excited to move out of my parents' house because I thought I would be free from their drama and craziness. Unfortunately, I was so very wrong. They really affect my moods, it kind of amazes me sometimes. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I never realized just HOW much they affected me until I went to therapy -- but I suppose that's usually how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing: I love them a lot. I worry about them and I want the best for them. &amp;nbsp;It hurts me that they don't love themselves or want the best for themselves. They are adults and they can live their lives how they choose; I guess I get upset because I know it's going to come back around to me. I'm going to have to take care of them when they get older. When I think about it like that, I want to scream and yell at them. "How can you be so selfish? Why aren't you taking care of yourself? Don't you know that I'm going to have to pick up the pieces when you're older?" I don't like seeing them unhappy, but that unhappiness wouldn't bother me half as much if I knew it wasn't propelling them towards an unhealthy old age in which I would have to help care for them. &amp;nbsp;I am truly stuck, though. &amp;nbsp;Even if they started doing heroin or practicing parkour, I can't just NOT help them when they break their leg or go into rehab. They are my PARENTS. &amp;nbsp;That's the problem. They have zero motivation to want to take care of themselves. They know their kids are going to help them in the end (that's the Samoan way anyways). Besides that, they aren't interested in having sanity, they aren't interested in feeling healthy, they don't care about having money later on in life when they can't physically work -- I mean, those are all pretty important things. If they aren't willing to listen to their own unhappiness or physical ailments, why would they listen to me? I'm just a smart-ass kid in their eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I get depressed because I'm worried that I will turn out like them. &amp;nbsp;I mean, it's inevitable, right? At least with the financial situation, it seems inevitable -- especially if I have to help support them. Oh god. I just scared myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G has it so much easier. His parents are way crazier than mine, but they're both very well off. When they get sick from their free-wheeling lifestyles, they'll be able to check into a cushy retirement home or pay for a live-in nurse. At least I don't have to worry about those two...yet. To be fair, they do drive G up the wall. He actually really likes my parents. I know when I complain to him about them, he's kind of like "Seriously? This is crazy to you?" &amp;nbsp;I guess I should be more thankful....things could be a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-8605586821176232546?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605586821176232546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8605586821176232546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8605586821176232546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-4995616709982598369</id><published>2011-03-02T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:11:42.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg3yZuNNJlg/TW5qUPTc6XI/AAAAAAAAANw/f7kUIpdLDDg/s1600/0302010802-708377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579513884296669554" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg3yZuNNJlg/TW5qUPTc6XI/AAAAAAAAANw/f7kUIpdLDDg/s320/0302010802-708377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Clippy says "I'm hungry!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;He had to WAIT for his food today because I had to do my workout with a certain Miss Ellen Barrett. It took me longer than usual since I had to keep stopping to blow my nose, cough a lung out, or sneeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Today's agenda: go to work, clean up the dishes, work on my resume, and hug pinky-nose Spoochie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Breakfast: Tea with milk, PB&amp;amp;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Lunch: the spicy soup G made (yum), some almonds, a cup of Bolthouse juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Dinner: ramen?! I suppose I could make spinach lasagna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-4995616709982598369?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4995616709982598369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4995616709982598369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4995616709982598369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg3yZuNNJlg/TW5qUPTc6XI/AAAAAAAAANw/f7kUIpdLDDg/s72-c/0302010802-708377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-7393954009528537820</id><published>2011-02-28T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:36:10.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Strengths</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! I'm back. I've been confined to my house for the past 3 days because of this terrible cold in which my body is trying to cough out my tonsils. It's not good. &amp;nbsp;However, I have had lots of time to be introspective and catch up on some fun things I've been putting off because of work and work and more work. &amp;nbsp;Those things include: cuddling and baby-talking my kitties, watching TV, learning Hawaiian language, reading Pride and Prejudice (so good!), cleaning up my backyard, enjoying G and his crazy antics, and watching "This Emotional Life." &amp;nbsp;Wow, writing all that makes me realize JUST how productive this weekend has been! I was feeling kind of ashamed of myself for being "sick and lazy" but...it seems like I don't let myself ever "just sit around." Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, the episode of "This Emotional Life" I just finished watching inspired me to take this Positive Psychology survey. I was attracted to it because I seriously need help in focusing on what my strengths are because I tend to dwell on my weaknesses. &amp;nbsp;So, I took the survey -- which is 240 questions -- and bought the full results (I'm curious like that I guess) and here are my Signature Strengths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love of Learning&lt;br /&gt;2. Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;3. Judgement and Open-Mindedness&lt;br /&gt;4. Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence&lt;br /&gt;5. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;6. Fairness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also provided a "Balance" graph that I thought very interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="webkit-fake-url://92581AC2-FED5-4A19-88BC-A63FF74538C7/image.tiff" width="317" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Signature Strengths have a dark dot next to them and are plotted on a scale showing the relation of each strength to mind-vs-body and focus-on-self-vs-focus-on-others. &amp;nbsp;With the list and the graph, I must say I am not surprised. &amp;nbsp;Although, I am pleased to see somethings I know to be true about myself articulated. &amp;nbsp;Most of my sig. strengths are on the "focus on self" side of the scale, which I think correlates to my introverted nature. &amp;nbsp;I'm proud that I seem to be balanced in Heart and Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this all comes back to Gretchen Rubin's book/blog "The Happiness Project." Her first commandment is to "Be Gretchen." I have always had a hard time with this commandment, to "Be Jennie," because I thought it too hard or not fulfilling. For some reason, I always feel like the things I really like or the things I'm good at are not good enough. I need to try harder and be someone more special to be loved.... I guess that's why I was so curious about this survey. I wanted to see what "Being Jennie" means right now -- since I'm usually trying to undermine myself. I'm glad that I am who I always suspected I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comparative graph is especially interesting. I won't show it here (it's hard to read) but basically all my top 10 strengths are relatively uncommon for females my age with Bachelor degrees. Of course that totally makes sense to me (I always feel like a fish out of water with other women my age), but it's fascinating seeing the numbers. &amp;nbsp;My top strength, Love of Learning, is especially unique for my peers: only 10% of my peers scored higher than me on this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each signature strength, the report has suggestions for further cultivating that strength:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love of Learning: participate in formal or informal ways of learning new things such as taking classes, joining clubs, or starting a hobby. &amp;nbsp;They note that any recreational activity OTHER than watching TV provides ways to use this strength and enhance it. Unfortunately, I love TV and I use it to help my stupid brain stop thinking all the freakin' time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gratitude: count blessings on a regular basis -- preferably in writing -- and think about why those good things happened. They talked about this in the movie I watched. &amp;nbsp;They suggested writing 3 reasons for why those good things happened, which sounds very interesting to me. &amp;nbsp;Usually I just feel grateful and then guilty for not being more worthy of such good things. I wonder if I reflect deeper on good things that happen to me if I'll finally be able to see that I helped them occur (in other words, I am worthy). &amp;nbsp;My mind already knows that to be partially true, but my heart does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Judgement and Open-Mindedness: consider other points of view, try living briefly as if you have different opinions, order a meal or see a movie you wouldn't normally, surround yourself with people that have different viewpoints, and aim to collect rather than evaluate information you receive. &amp;nbsp;All all accounts, I think I do these things very well -- besides living as if I have different opinions. That sounds weird. BUT, I do know people with different view points from mine, and it doesn't lower my respect for those people. I do learn from them and enjoy thinking about their lives and why they think that way. I'm probably most proud of this trait. But...I wonder if THIS is why I love judge shows so much??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence: learn how to savor positive emotions (from appreciating beauty/excellence) better, share your appreciation with other like-minded individuals, immerse yourself in the experience, keep a beauty log to record beautiful things you experience, take souvenirs and do not put them out of sight in a drawer, learn more about those people who impress you (role models). &amp;nbsp;The last three suggestions for this strength really strike a chord with me. I often find myself in a situation where I wish I could bottle up a moment and save it for later -- so I never forget. &amp;nbsp;Keeping a record or displaying souvenirs is perfect for that. &amp;nbsp;Also, I have been thinking on and off for over a year now about assembling a display of all the people I find to be my role-models. &amp;nbsp;Just thinking about them gives me a boost and makes me feel special for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Curiosity: identify an area in which you are an expert and resolve to become more of an expert, practice becoming curious when you come upon an activity you dislike, write about ways you use curiosity at work/family life/pursuit of pleasure. &amp;nbsp;Meh, I don't have much to say about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fairness: approach a moral dilemma from a different perspective, think about ways of tolerating differences &amp;amp; appreciating different cultures. Meh (who wrote these last two strength-building-suggestions?! They're really bland...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end of my long post. I guess since I haven't been able to talk lately because of my stupid throat, it all came out here...in the Dairy :) Sometimes being sick can be good for you. At least, I think my body decided to teach me a lesson for ignoring it these past few (more like 6) months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the viacharacter.org site advertises the key strengths of other people that took the survey. So far, I've seen "Kindness" and "Humor," both of which I scored very low on. I'm kind of glad, though.... I like my strengths a lot better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-7393954009528537820?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7393954009528537820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/02/character-strengths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7393954009528537820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7393954009528537820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/02/character-strengths.html' title='Character Strengths'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-4867035659524178767</id><published>2011-01-18T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:34:42.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty!</title><content type='html'>I just finished a workout -- yessss. So far, I've worked out the past 4 days! Saturday I went swimming with G, Sunday I went for a little bike ride (I didn't really sweat, but my butt HURTS), yesterday I did two bellydance workouts (my abs hurt big time), and today I did a Self magazine workout. Fun! I felt so energetic at work today, I think it's because of the workouts. &amp;nbsp;Also, I've been working on some techniques for my negative self-talk that have really been helping. &amp;nbsp;Mainly, when I start to feel bad and I don't know why, I take some alone time and dig down to find the negative self-talk that is causing the problems. &amp;nbsp;Usually it ends up being feelings of guilt or feeling like other peoples' happiness or lack-of-happiness is directly related to me. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping, like RuPaul says, the more you do it, the more automatic it becomes. &amp;nbsp;It's kind of annoying right now since the only alone time I get at work is in the bathroom...my coworkers must think I have major poo problems or something, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this weekend! But I'm going to miss my kitties :( I'm addicted to kitty cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Today I'm Thankful For!**&lt;br /&gt;Our new engineering manager at work. So far, he's been making work sooooo much less stressful. Thank you begeezus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-4867035659524178767?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4867035659524178767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweaty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4867035659524178767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4867035659524178767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweaty.html' title='Sweaty!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-1507944427786418689</id><published>2011-01-12T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:55:00.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the wagon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;My view of the beautiful weather from my desk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TS4HCuUVx1I/AAAAAAAAANc/HYFhsu4pSf0/s1600/0112011153-790470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561390333223618386" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TS4HCuUVx1I/AAAAAAAAANc/HYFhsu4pSf0/s320/0112011153-790470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;So, as one might notice (since I'm blogging here at my desk, although it IS lunch time), my resolutions still aren't doing so well. I feel a lot better than the last time I posted. I think I get depressed when I'm home alone. I tend to feel abandoned.&amp;nbsp; It's frustrating, because when I feel depressed, I don't want to do any of the things I need or like to do. I had all these grand plans of the things I'd do when G is gone, but I fell into a funk and didn't do any of it. Instead, I created more work for us by being super-duper messy and lazy.&amp;nbsp; On top of THAT, I feel guilty about it.&amp;nbsp; The cycle of depression begins/continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I guess that brings me to one of my &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/happiness_project/secrets-of-adulthood.html"&gt;secrets of adulthood&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's easy to be negative; hard to be positive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;In this particular case, it's easy for me to be depressed and beat myself up and hard for me to feel secure or loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I'm glad I started blogging and really being mindful of this stuff. I never realized before how loneliness -- even being home alone for&amp;nbsp;one night! -- affects my mood and feelings of self-worth.&amp;nbsp; Separating external circumstances from my innate self-worth is a subject I seriously need to work on.&amp;nbsp; I don't quite have a plan for that yet, but I'll think of something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;***Today I am Thankful For!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;My job. It pays the bills, I get along with everyone, and I truly enjoy the work.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning SO much and my brain works really hard everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---UPDATE---&lt;br /&gt;I had a great breakthrough at work and solved a problem that's been stumping me for a while.&amp;nbsp; My mood is definitely high again! I even did a 30 minute workout this evening! It's amazing the things I can do when I feel good.&amp;nbsp; It's easier to do things that will make feel happier when I am already happy...&amp;nbsp; External circumstances definitely affect my overall happiness and feelings of self-worth, and that worries me. I'm glad that I feel good now, but what will happen to me the next time something goes wrong at work? I don't want to fall apart all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-1507944427786418689?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1507944427786418689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1507944427786418689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1507944427786418689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_12.html' title='Off the wagon!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TS4HCuUVx1I/AAAAAAAAANc/HYFhsu4pSf0/s72-c/0112011153-790470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-4722683639363695109</id><published>2011-01-10T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:00:44.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;..suck! Today was not good for my resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Minnie is disappointed in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSvTuH6Tu5I/AAAAAAAAANU/BXVl-z_wgk4/s1600/0110011941-780285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560770954270063506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSvTuH6Tu5I/AAAAAAAAANU/BXVl-z_wgk4/s320/0110011941-780285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Actually, my bad day started last night. I was feeling blue after such a fun weekend and knowing I had to go to work in the morning, so I stayed up late and ate some brownies. At work, I was feeling frustrated -- I didn't want to do what I needed to do, so I messed around on the internet for ~1 hour. &amp;nbsp;I didn't go for my daily walk and I stayed too late because I felt guilty. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I need to figure out why I feel stressed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;In the meantime, I'm eating some more brownies, cuddling with the kitties, and watching 90210.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;***Today I'm Thankful For***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;PO Plus! ahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-4722683639363695109?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4722683639363695109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4722683639363695109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/4722683639363695109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_10.html' title='Mondays...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSvTuH6Tu5I/AAAAAAAAANU/BXVl-z_wgk4/s72-c/0110011941-780285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-3804094591479673214</id><published>2011-01-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:17:25.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSaulLSX11I/AAAAAAAAANM/7xQmDoR2uHI/s1600/0106012159-792141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559322743743698770" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSaulLSX11I/AAAAAAAAANM/7xQmDoR2uHI/s320/0106012159-792141.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dryers at the laundromat weren't working today :( All my clothes and half of G's clothes are still wet. &amp;nbsp; I've been trying to dry the dampest items next to the heater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been getting at least 8 hours of sleep every day since I first posted! Yesss. I've been waking up on time and feeling great at work. The only tricky thing has been getting to bed on time (oops, I'm late already!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been pretty good at staying off the internet. I have gone on at lunch time to check my email the past few days and I went on Facebook to wish Stuart a Happy Birthday this morning. It hasn't been easy to stay off the internet. I definitely have a compulsive urge to surf when I'm at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going to try and have regular sleep hours. I know that if I either stay up too late or sleep in, I'll have a hard time when Monday rolls around. &amp;nbsp;Sis is visiting, so I may not be able to stick to this, but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, though, I am definitely enjoying my "Happiness Project"-inspired resolutions. I feel so much better at work: I can really focus and I get A LOT done in just 8 hours. &amp;nbsp;"Last Year" I was working 10 to 11 hours and not getting as much done. &amp;nbsp;I'm also in a much better mood lately. &amp;nbsp;I think this has to do with working less hours, sleeping well, and getting some exercise (I worked out yesterday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Today I am Thankful For**&lt;br /&gt;Having clean clothes. Even though my clothes are all wet, at least they are clean and smell nice (instead of like cat pee, which is how they smelled earlier...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-3804094591479673214?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3804094591479673214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/dryers-at-laundromat-werent-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3804094591479673214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3804094591479673214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/dryers-at-laundromat-werent-working.html' title='Wet Laundry'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/TSaulLSX11I/AAAAAAAAANM/7xQmDoR2uHI/s72-c/0106012159-792141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-1735765723871379519</id><published>2011-01-03T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:11:00.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Beginning of my Shoooowww!!</title><content type='html'>My New Year's resolution is to Take Better Care of Myself. &amp;nbsp;I'm loosely following Gretchen Rubin's &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt;, a great and inspiring book/blog. &amp;nbsp;I'm using this blog to track my progress and keep myself mindful of my resolution. I don't intend on blogging everyday -- but I would prefer no gaps larger than 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I'm focusing on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jennie the Human -- get 8 hours of sleep every night!&lt;br /&gt;2. Work -- no internet at work except at lunch or after I'm off the clock. This means Facebook, Gmail, and anything else not related to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, resolutions are about making habits. These are the top two habits I'd like to form that I think will really impact my general quality of life and peace of mind. &amp;nbsp;I also aim to add 30 minutes of physical activity to my list, but I don't want to push it. &amp;nbsp;One of the things I have realized about myself over the past (crappy) year is that I tend to overdo everything. I take on too much work, I expect too much from myself, and I end up being disappointed and ultimately depressed. Nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week off has been phenomenal. I had such a great time visiting with friends and just enjoying life. My mind feels clear, I can let go, and just be happy. I want to preserve this feeling for as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Today I am Thankful For:**&lt;br /&gt;My house! I have the best house with 2 beautiful kitties and 1 handsome G. I complain about the mess, but it's comfortable and lovely. I stay warm, the kitties purr, and G cooks. What more could I ask for?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-1735765723871379519?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1735765723871379519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-beginning-of-my-shoooowww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1735765723871379519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1735765723871379519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-beginning-of-my-shoooowww.html' title='This is the Beginning of my Shoooowww!!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-1905951810666374366</id><published>2010-04-16T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:08:58.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S8jD2nI0KxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sxBAlAzM0rs/s1600/0416001307-738031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S8jD2nI0KxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sxBAlAzM0rs/s320/0416001307-738031.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460829891173034770" /&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/7313367927773341191-1905951810666374366?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1905951810666374366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1905951810666374366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/1905951810666374366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S8jD2nI0KxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sxBAlAzM0rs/s72-c/0416001307-738031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-8648837971591415090</id><published>2010-02-16T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:50:00.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Hiking in Armstrong Redwoods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Dale, G, and I went hiking in the Armstrong Redwoods. It was a gorgeous day (which my measly little phone camera can't capture so well) and a great 3 hour hike! I'm feeling sore in the glutes today, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a snapshot of the trail map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Destination: Bull-Frog pond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rxpM9iQQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/43FiwDbJC7w/s1600-h/0215001224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rxpM9iQQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/43FiwDbJC7w/s320/0215001224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dale on the way up.I think that's another guy coming back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwQXNXogI/AAAAAAAAALc/7Dk4DvXIgj8/s1600-h/0215001243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwQXNXogI/AAAAAAAAALc/7Dk4DvXIgj8/s320/0215001243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saw a bunch of nice streams and moss-covered trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwYT-D7kI/AAAAAAAAALs/RLQKC7MssFc/s1600-h/0215001324a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwYT-D7kI/AAAAAAAAALs/RLQKC7MssFc/s320/0215001324a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;G resting a the bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwaxLXfsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yxJYsPmcthw/s1600-h/0215001324b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwaxLXfsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yxJYsPmcthw/s320/0215001324b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This reservoir supports the homes, pottery barn (literally), and Ranger stations along the trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwebpsG_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/IH2testmYN4/s1600-h/0215001331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwebpsG_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/IH2testmYN4/s320/0215001331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still hiking up the mountain. We started at ~200feet elevation and are working our way up to 1600feet. G doesn't look too happy and Dale is in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwhnmwwXI/AAAAAAAAAME/UdJfEclUPVg/s1600-h/0215001344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwhnmwwXI/AAAAAAAAAME/UdJfEclUPVg/s320/0215001344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The top! And time for a break. G brought some awesome cheese and salami sandwiches and a few oranges. Mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3r2AuN4q0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fmtS3ogb6_0/s1600-h/0215001405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3r2AuN4q0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fmtS3ogb6_0/s320/0215001405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwpaNxD0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gJTDz49kT1A/s1600-h/0215001407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwpaNxD0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gJTDz49kT1A/s320/0215001407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a short hike from the top over to bullfrog pond. It was beautiful! complete with fishermen, ducks, daffodils, and bullfrogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwkYnxQWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iOUVKHtgc94/s1600-h/0215001451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwkYnxQWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/iOUVKHtgc94/s320/0215001451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heading back down the trail quickly because I have to pee! Unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the bathrooms at Bull-Frog pond were closed. That's Dale and G lagging on the trail. Hurry up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwNPw-LZI/AAAAAAAAALU/j9rZZP4f7bo/s1600-h/0215001534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwNPw-LZI/AAAAAAAAALU/j9rZZP4f7bo/s320/0215001534.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a great way to spend a holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rwEbVDiCI/AAAAAAAAALM/GQaXnn4rteg/s1600-h/0215001225a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-8648837971591415090?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8648837971591415090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiking-in-armstrong-redwoods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8648837971591415090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8648837971591415090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiking-in-armstrong-redwoods.html' title='Hiking in Armstrong Redwoods!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3rxpM9iQQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/43FiwDbJC7w/s72-c/0215001224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-3878300030696309186</id><published>2010-02-13T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:37:57.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clippy'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>It was a VERY nice day today! I decided to let Spooky out in the daytime to soak up some sun. She was loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVv5XMbAI/AAAAAAAAALE/aH_Dt5bvlwk/s1600-h/0213001149-719503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVv5XMbAI/AAAAAAAAALE/aH_Dt5bvlwk/s320/0213001149-719503.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437979725157657602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Modeling AND watching birds. She's quite the multi-tasker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVSiqrDQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E2yUFGvQcOQ/s1600-h/0213001150-702871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVSiqrDQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E2yUFGvQcOQ/s320/0213001150-702871.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437979220849134850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here she's telling Clippy to "Shut Up!" He was freaking out because he didn't know who I was and I think he was trying to convince Spooky to get down from the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVgKEMpgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wpOqgj8K0Zc/s1600-h/0213001149b-756279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVgKEMpgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wpOqgj8K0Zc/s320/0213001149b-756279.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437979454763476482" /&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/7313367927773341191-3878300030696309186?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3878300030696309186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_2395.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3878300030696309186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3878300030696309186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_2395.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eVv5XMbAI/AAAAAAAAALE/aH_Dt5bvlwk/s72-c/0213001149-719503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-7304945594650569573</id><published>2010-02-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:33:36.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sit around the house = Eat a lot</title><content type='html'>Breakfast: Life cereal with 1% milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Ritz crackers, peanut butter &amp; jelly sandwich (not shown 'cause I got too hungry and ate it!), a cup of Orange juice. (I just brought the whole box to work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6IH1vVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w5R1ZtNqHMY/s1600-h/0212001231-704543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6IH1vVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w5R1ZtNqHMY/s320/0212001231-704543.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437978801406852434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dinner: I made a whole-wheat pizza with Colby Jack cheese, green bell pepper, mushrooms, tomato, and spinach. I made the dough from scratch. It wasn't as tasty as the "white" pizza dough I usually make, but it was okay. Al and I had a few slices. This is what was left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6ZWv7wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4iaNgiB-xKI/s1600-h/0212001948-705905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6ZWv7wI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4iaNgiB-xKI/s320/0212001948-705905.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437978806032789250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Snacks: Cranberry juice, tortilla chips, Spicy Doritos, a slice of Colby Jack cheese, an Almond See's Candy that was sitting on Alma's dresser for who knows how long, and 1/2 a baked potato with sour cream and Romano cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6xig6PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qr0fldvIS4Y/s1600-h/0212002137-707125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6xig6PI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qr0fldvIS4Y/s320/0212002137-707125.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437978812524587250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I ate a lot today. Especially at night. I think the longer I sit around the house, the more I eat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-7304945594650569573?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7304945594650569573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7304945594650569573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7304945594650569573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_13.html' title='Sit around the house = Eat a lot'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3eU6IH1vVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w5R1ZtNqHMY/s72-c/0212001231-704543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-7741402322220853666</id><published>2010-02-12T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:10:38.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Still Messing Around with my Phone...</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what an Engineer's cube looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WzD5WEaYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kGNPMpNaND4/s1600-h/0211001430-751158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WzD5WEaYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kGNPMpNaND4/s320/0211001430-751158.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437449004634106242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my view for pretty much 8 hours M-F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3Wyr55Y6yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BvkYr-qZVXI/s1600-h/0211001430a-755581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3Wyr55Y6yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BvkYr-qZVXI/s320/0211001430a-755581.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437448592465390370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I need a pick-me-up, I turn to my right to see gifts from friends, cat pics, a cat toy, and my wallet falling out of my purse! Hey! Get back in there! The cat toy was a gift. I'm the resident cat-lady and everyone knows it...which probably isn't a good thing! The left view is less inspiring: a phone, reference books, and a pile of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desk is pretty darn clean compared to other people around me. Most people have parts and boxes stacked up everywhere. I took these pictures mainly for posterity. We're moving buildings in a couple weeks. We'll see how my new cube turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-7741402322220853666?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7741402322220853666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7741402322220853666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7741402322220853666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_12.html' title='Still Messing Around with my Phone...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WzD5WEaYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kGNPMpNaND4/s72-c/0211001430-751158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5706444958028838718</id><published>2010-02-12T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:55:35.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yesterday Food</title><content type='html'>Breakfast: Quaker Oats Cereal and 1% milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Whole Wheat bread, Apple, Tortilla Chips, and carrots. I usually eat lunch at my desk for two reasons: (1) because I'm a sad and lonely person and no one wants to eat lunch with me and (2) I work through lunch so I can leave earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WwWfQWXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RaLCUZj1rsY/s1600-h/0211001140-757163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WwWfQWXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RaLCUZj1rsY/s320/0211001140-757163.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437446025513426610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Leftover spaghetti with firm tofu added on top and some Romano cheese.  The tofu added a bitter taste which wasn't so good, but the cheese made up for it. I mainly wanted the protein from the tofu. From counting calories in the past, I find that I don't get enough protein or Fiber in my diet on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WwW80shMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/piaiAi9WbT4/s1600-h/0211001818-759190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WwW80shMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/piaiAi9WbT4/s320/0211001818-759190.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437446033450501314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: I only had a snack after Hula class which consisted of a handful of tortilla chips and a handful of Spicy Doritos.  Alma was right, I should have resisted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise: Hula dancing! My shirt was SOAKED with sweat at this class for some reason. I was super sweaty, but so were my hula sisters.  We practiced our kahiko over and over and over. I meant to take a picture of my class (with my phone!) so everyone could see, but I forgot on the account that I was too sweaty :)  We also practiced our otea -- which is looking pretty good so far! -- and I'm finally getting the jumping thing down. It's going to look AWESOME in July, I can't wait for Ho'ike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-5706444958028838718?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5706444958028838718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5706444958028838718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5706444958028838718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='Yesterday Food'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3WwWfQWXrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RaLCUZj1rsY/s72-c/0211001140-757163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-6221386298340582487</id><published>2010-02-10T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:49:04.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clippy'/><title type='text'>Messing around</title><content type='html'>I'm still having fun uploading things from my phone! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Spooky cuddling with her blanket. It's cold in the house since the door was open for the Clippy-miester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3ONMu1AkYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/txl86LUEjfg/s1600-h/0210002049-786699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3ONMu1AkYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/txl86LUEjfg/s320/0210002049-786699.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844425034633602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Spooky being suspicious of the new neighbors who were (are) making loud noises. They still aren't as bad as the 2 year old...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3ONM2pzcjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VaaCzzy7Myw/s1600-h/0210002006-787811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3ONM2pzcjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VaaCzzy7Myw/s320/0210002006-787811.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844427135119922" /&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/7313367927773341191-6221386298340582487?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6221386298340582487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/messing-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/6221386298340582487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/6221386298340582487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/messing-around.html' title='Messing around'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3ONMu1AkYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/txl86LUEjfg/s72-c/0210002049-786699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-8163458605377375672</id><published>2010-02-10T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:48:53.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Shipping Spooky to Korea</title><content type='html'>This was taken a while ago. She crawled in the box AND buried herself under all the packing material. Crazy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3M3k0VkW_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/umr57Wyz0uk/s1600-h/1108092015a-767310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3M3k0VkW_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/umr57Wyz0uk/s320/1108092015a-767310.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436750280830245874" /&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/7313367927773341191-8163458605377375672?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8163458605377375672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/shipping-spooky-to-korea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8163458605377375672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/8163458605377375672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/shipping-spooky-to-korea.html' title='Shipping Spooky to Korea'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3M3k0VkW_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/umr57Wyz0uk/s72-c/1108092015a-767310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-693593123855057697</id><published>2010-02-10T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:37:02.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mobile Blogging is FUN!</title><content type='html'>Testing 123...Mobile Blogging is FUN! Get ready for a lot more food pictures. I'm trying to lose weight for my next Hula show -- and to just look &lt;b&gt;sexy&lt;/b&gt; -- so I figure a good way to do that is keep track of what I eat via pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I had for lunch today! $5 lunch special at Novellus: Mongolian beef with steamed vegetables, white rice, 1 chocolate chip cookie, and 1 Peanut butter cookie. (actually, this is ALL I ate today so far...I didn't wake up in time to eat breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3MzFRXUJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZKisJ-Dl3-A/s1600-h/0210001131-717317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3MzFRXUJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZKisJ-Dl3-A/s320/0210001131-717317.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436745340819875698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's dinner. Alma made some yummy taco salad: pinto beans (they're at the bottom, I made this taco salad upside down) + taco seasoning, Mexican mozzarella cheese, spinach (we didn't have lettuce), tomatoes, Tapatio sauce, and tortilla chips. I had 2 bowls like this, then ate the rest of the tomatoes and spinach plus beans, cheese, and a couple handful of chips. Sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3RLukiJIlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LBRmVEilyX0/s1600-h/0210001824-762689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3RLukiJIlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LBRmVEilyX0/s320/0210001824-762689.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437053913595978322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's dessert (and my mail -- sorry for the crappy picture!). I only ate a handful of chocolate chips! Not the whole bag. That's non-caffeinated Chai tea with milk and a little bit of sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3RLuwRS37I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6wJuCJc5RYE/s1600-h/0210002137-763648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3RLuwRS37I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6wJuCJc5RYE/s320/0210002137-763648.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437053916746538930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how "un-caffeinated" the Chai actually is... I ended up staying up kind of late. But maybe that was due to the workout I had: 40min Aerobics on Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, I think my protein intake was good with the Beef &amp; beans. I think whole wheat / whole grain intake could have been better. I got probably 3-4 servings of vegetables and maybe 2 servings of fruit with the cranberry juice I was drinking (not shown).  Calories might have been in range -- but I'm not counting at this point. I used to count, but it makes me feel OCD and anxious. I definitely don't like that, since anxiety makes me eat more. Plus, taking pics with my phone is still fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-693593123855057697?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/693593123855057697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/testing123-this-is-what-i-had-for-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/693593123855057697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/693593123855057697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2010/02/testing123-this-is-what-i-had-for-lunch.html' title='Mobile Blogging is FUN!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/S3MzFRXUJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZKisJ-Dl3-A/s72-c/0210001131-717317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5174970717164058912</id><published>2009-05-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:48:36.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clippy'/><title type='text'>The Spooky and Clippy Show! EPISODE 1: The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;Hey, Spooky! Where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdrNuSlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5Xf2HmHPtNs/s1600-h/2009_03_27b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdrNuSlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5Xf2HmHPtNs/s320/2009_03_27b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338853766779452754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;SPOOKY:&lt;/span&gt;Dude, I told you not to call me here.&lt;br /&gt;My people might see you and start going "awww."&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW I hate it when they do that. It's so annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdsVmDX5iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qfS4oufQzLM/s1600-h/2009_03_27a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdsVmDX5iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qfS4oufQzLM/s320/2009_03_27a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338855001518761506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;Yeah...Why do they do that?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:ORANGE;"&gt;SPOOKY:&lt;/span&gt;Nevermind! Listen, I don't have all day.&lt;br /&gt;I have sticks to chase and whatnot. Whadidya want to tell me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdvKmxZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pif8KxHzzRw/s1600-h/2009_03_27c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdvKmxZ3RI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pif8KxHzzRw/s320/2009_03_27c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338858111268150546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;It's a secret! You can't tell &lt;b&gt;anyone&lt;/b&gt; but yesterday ...*whisper**whisper*... I saw *whisper*...and I was like *whisper**whisper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdxHW1JbXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pWdz__uy-30/s1600-h/2009_03_27d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdxHW1JbXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pWdz__uy-30/s320/2009_03_27d.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338860254472531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:ORANGE;"&gt;SPOOKY:&lt;/span&gt;WHAT?! Wow....I can't believe it. Tommy Tabby &lt;b&gt;isn't&lt;/b&gt; clipped??? He still has his "buttons"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;SHHHH!!! Someone might hear you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shdzp-Q9fAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/APF3lyN-mjw/s1600-h/2009_03_27h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shdzp-Q9fAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/APF3lyN-mjw/s320/2009_03_27h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338863048196979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;Hey! Whereya goin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:ORANGE;"&gt;SPOOKY:&lt;/span&gt;Um...nowhere! Sorry, gotta go! Busy busy day ahead of me! Better get started!&lt;br /&gt;(...I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to tell Squeeky Squirrel, she's going to get a kick out of this!! I wonder what they look like?...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shd135KdMnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/i0FzjSFeYz4/s1600-h/2009_03_27i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shd135KdMnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/i0FzjSFeYz4/s320/2009_03_27i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338865486368944754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:PURPLE;"&gt;CLIPPY:&lt;/span&gt;Aw crap.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't tell Squeeky. That Squirrel squeaks her big fat mouth to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Tabby's gonna kick &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; in the "buttons"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shd4iIbVRzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hnMOIR237oE/s1600-h/2009_03_27e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/Shd4iIbVRzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hnMOIR237oE/s320/2009_03_27e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338868411044022066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-5174970717164058912?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5174970717164058912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/05/spooky-and-clippy-show-episode-1-secret.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5174970717164058912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5174970717164058912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/05/spooky-and-clippy-show-episode-1-secret.html' title='The Spooky and Clippy Show!&lt;br&gt; EPISODE 1: The Secret'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/ShdrNuSlPVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5Xf2HmHPtNs/s72-c/2009_03_27b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-9151994127628568766</id><published>2009-02-23T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:48:21.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays, er Saturdays...</title><content type='html'>Today sucked hard.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it's Monday after the week-long shutdown, that could be the main reason why I felt so sorry for myself all day. But I really think my crappy mood was caused by the events of this past Saturday:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dutifully feeding the cats in the morning, I decided to go get the mail.  Once I stepped outside the building, I heard meowing -- above my head.  Curious, I looked up above the door to see where the kitty was -- only to realize it was my very own Spooky on top of the roof, meowing at our upstairs neighbor and her cats!! Stupid Spooky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SaN99j7csWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iF0e4t7enAQ/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306223282542653794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SaN99aOU3iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZXJImuJJ8aM/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306223279937478178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She somehow managed to climb up there -- but didn't know how to get down.  The very nice neighbor-lady popped out her window-screen to save naughty Spooky for me (I was ready to leave the little brat up there).  Of course, Spooky was all too willing to shred her rescuer to ribbons, but the cat-lady-neighbor deftly and firmly grabbed Spooky by the scruff of her neck, keeping her somewhat subdued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As punishment, we grounded Spooky (she's not allowed to go outside) and ignored her for a while.  She couldn't handle the silent treatment, so she started biting Alma and sitting on me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SaOHJ8ZYmzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1Xz4zl_aVqs/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306233390873746226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That evening, I watched The Dark Knight and was horribly disappointed.  That was a really dumb movie.  Barely any dialogue, no in-depth story lines (although there was so much there to work with!), and too many explosions/car chases/gadgets.  It was obviously made for male audiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night was then rounded out with my friends telling me I look old and have ugly hair. What great friends I have! Thanks a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a result, all I could do at work today was worry that the cat-lady-neighbor must be pissed at us since her window-screen isn't popping back into place correctly (this morning I noticed it wasn't in all the way) and worry that my face and hair are as disappointing as my friends think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7313367927773341191-9151994127628568766?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/9151994127628568766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-of-mondays-er-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/9151994127628568766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/9151994127628568766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-of-mondays-er-saturdays.html' title='Case of the Mondays, er Saturdays...'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SaN99j7csWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iF0e4t7enAQ/s72-c/IMG_1720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5789304385195073656</id><published>2009-02-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:45:17.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'>Work Art of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH146NJaXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qI9PjJWWibM/s1600-h/lady_apple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288594437663090" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH146NJaXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qI9PjJWWibM/s320/lady_apple.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH14s5_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/moDDVov5FL0/s1600-h/lady1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288590867690898" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH14s5_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/moDDVov5FL0/s320/lady1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DfGxlTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uzPQDNTMuZs/s1600-h/white_hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288776141739314" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DfGxlTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uzPQDNTMuZs/s320/white_hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH15CM_3JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PesbdrdrNpk/s1600-h/ofelia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288596584520850" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH15CM_3JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PesbdrdrNpk/s320/ofelia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DVKf-SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vIojXLDFQos/s1600-h/two_face.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288773473007906" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DVKf-SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vIojXLDFQos/s320/two_face.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DfIdj_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/pP0vXDUEA5k/s1600-h/shoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288776148815858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH2DfIdj_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/pP0vXDUEA5k/s320/shoes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH14muYneI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JpnTel5PQns/s1600-h/faces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288589208362466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH14muYneI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JpnTel5PQns/s320/faces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1XwRtSpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z2sRXaktrqQ/s1600-h/hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288024836754066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1XwRtSpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z2sRXaktrqQ/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1XyLWrxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d_-yzRC1qws/s1600-h/gumby_legs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288025346977554" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1XyLWrxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d_-yzRC1qws/s320/gumby_legs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1X6D8bxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/te0FaTBr3RY/s1600-h/girl_hat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301288027463380754" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH1X6D8bxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/te0FaTBr3RY/s320/girl_hat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason, I get most inspired to do artwork when I'm either listening to a lecture or doing math... therefore, my work notebook is full of random doodles. Here are a few pieces from last years' notebook. I scanned them in with the work scanner -- which doesn't do color for some reason. Most of my drawings were done in blue ink. The last girl (to the right) was inspired by &lt;a href="http://loppyandpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/mop.html"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt; from Pancake Meow. The girl in my doodle has a white cap on -- she reminds me of a mischievous milk-maid or something. The rest feature girl faces, shoes, hair, and clothing. Overall, I'd say I'm obsessed with drawing women in a fashionable way. I'm hoping that one day, I'll get my wits together, and maybe acquire a drafting table, to make some decent large pieces like &lt;a href="http://blog.johannaost.com/2008/10/26/new-art-platinum"&gt;Johanna.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZEAtxp76WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nRwBTlJZSRY/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe one day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZEAtxp76WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nRwBTlJZSRY/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-5789304385195073656?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5789304385195073656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-art-of-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5789304385195073656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5789304385195073656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-art-of-2008.html' title='Work Art of 2008'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SZH146NJaXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qI9PjJWWibM/s72-c/lady_apple.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-3534163325468556305</id><published>2009-01-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:46:35.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bacon and Doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVJhkg6hOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yhfb-SzaDLA/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVJhkg6hOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yhfb-SzaDLA/s200/IMG_1000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297721377757496546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Started the day strong with a hearty breakfast of grease at Goodie's Good Eats (Formally known as Goodie's II) with my family today! It was great. Alma and I both got the French Toast (mmm), but I got mine with 2 Bacons (droooool) and Al got hers with scrambled eggs (not as good as bacon).  After this meal, I had enough fuel for packing and hauling boxes for my friends' "moving party" for five hours today. Whew -- that was a good workout. Thankfully, my hard work was rewarded with pizza from Mountain Mikes (yeah, I've fallen off the diet wagon today...) After gorging myself on pizza, I came home for a relaxing evening coloring in my totally awesome "Doodles: A Really Giant Coloring and Doodling Book" by Taro Gomi. After completing a few masterpieces, I realized how much my sister's "doodles" made my masterpieces look like doodle-crap! Here are a few examples:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit A: my series of drawings that I thought looked super-duper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVNMjjMStI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K1c-iC1LHg8/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297725414767872722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit B: Alma's series of drawings! Geez -- why did she have to use EVERY color in the coloring box and totally show me up?!! I think my favorite is the "nose" picture -- that's Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVN14GnoaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O4wEs9jCLk8/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297726124659810722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit C: Alma's stripey, colorful, giraffe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sorry it's sideways! I'm too lazy right now to fix it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVZw-0OeWI/AAAAAAAAADk/pR3W6zVEABE/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVZw-0OeWI/AAAAAAAAADk/pR3W6zVEABE/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297739234701900130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit D: My sad excuse for a giraffe. At least it has cute shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVajofy8NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tx8d2i79MLc/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVajofy8NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tx8d2i79MLc/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297740104883957970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-3534163325468556305?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3534163325468556305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bacon-and-doodles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3534163325468556305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/3534163325468556305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bacon-and-doodles.html' title='Bacon and Doodles'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVJhkg6hOI/AAAAAAAAACM/Yhfb-SzaDLA/s72-c/IMG_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-5930951131570889791</id><published>2009-01-30T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:47:23.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isa'/><title type='text'>I love you, Isa Munky Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVcM3dDKcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZFgzvGy_sQ/s1600-h/08_2_05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVcM3dDKcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZFgzvGy_sQ/s320/08_2_05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297741912785234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVc6OI0yzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q2mGWZz-9wA/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVc6OI0yzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q2mGWZz-9wA/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297742691968535346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace, little Isa Queen. We miss you very much already. You were the most beautiful cat I've ever known. You always comforted us when we were sick, sad, mad, you name it! You loved to eat human food at the dinner table, bathe in the sun, and do the "upward-facing cat" yoga pose. You gave us sock and panty-babies as gifts, and we loved every single one of them. I will miss the smell of your clean fur, your pink and black "bean" toes, the color of your pink tongue against the black and white of your outfit, your purr-box that always made me feel sleepy, the way you meowed, and the funny bump on your nose. You'll be in my heart and dreams always. I hope you're frolicking in heaven with Koli-bubba and White-Kitty eating lots of chicken and Temptations.&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/7313367927773341191-5930951131570889791?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5930951131570889791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-isa-pizza.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5930951131570889791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/5930951131570889791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-isa-pizza.html' title='I love you, Isa Munky Pants'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYVcM3dDKcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4ZFgzvGy_sQ/s72-c/08_2_05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313367927773341191.post-7478259378324468299</id><published>2009-01-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:48:04.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Sorry Alma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYNXrILYQKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lh1hiFpu2ig/s1600-h/paranoid_cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173985159037090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYNXrILYQKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lh1hiFpu2ig/s320/paranoid_cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still chuckle to myself about the time I found my sister's diary.&lt;br /&gt;She was probably only 6 years old, and me, the big mean older sister, not only went into her room, stole her diary, and read it -- I went so far as to show my whole family and proclaim "Alma misspelled Diary!! She's writing to the Milk Man!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she had written "Dear Dairy" on every single entry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, I still find it hilarious. Alma is still traumatized from the event and now only writes in locked journals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313367927773341191-7478259378324468299?l=jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7478259378324468299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7478259378324468299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313367927773341191/posts/default/7478259378324468299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennie-deardairy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-alma.html' title='Sorry Alma!'/><author><name>Jennie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729672073512544290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo03dEikvY4/Ta0kZla7FzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dJXDD_cW2XA/s220/IMG_0615.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MwEJ5oDB0_M/SYNXrILYQKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lh1hiFpu2ig/s72-c/paranoid_cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
