<?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-6624655797219144985</id><updated>2011-08-22T18:22:26.764-05:00</updated><category term='North West'/><category term='fish'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='jack johnson'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Falling Whistles'/><category term='The Human Race'/><category term='condo life'/><category term='family'/><category term='Denver'/><category term='UBC'/><category term='morning'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='25 things about me'/><category term='canada'/><category term='losing car keys'/><category term='Lucas Thompson'/><category term='Austin Summers'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='God&apos;s Love'/><category term='Beautiful'/><category term='TOMS Shoes'/><category term='TOMS Vagabond'/><category term='Tea Fire'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Westmont College'/><category term='Grad School'/><category term='Charlie Brown Christmas'/><category term='Rest In Peace'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='running'/><category term='cold'/><category term='Stashes and Sashes'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='food'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='San Francisco'/><category term='Love'/><category term='generations'/><category term='the world'/><category term='The Rescue'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Good Luck'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='michael phelps'/><title type='text'>Let's go find a Place in the Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8738548704306642431</id><published>2011-01-23T23:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:10:41.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since then...</title><content type='html'>Since then (and by then i mean my last post), I'm me again. An adjusted me, but me. I work full time and another part time. And I play with my friends! I go out to eat and I dont get out of bed in the morning because i love sleeping in with chaco and that is something that doesn't happen nearly enough. Something I relearned about myself is that I love cooking when I'm home alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends and we have a great time. I'm not scared of putting myself out there again. I've fallen head over heels and then fallen face first. Things work for a while and then they don't. Its scary when you know that you're not the one in control. You can't make someone else love you. But it doesn't hurt like in the past. Maybe its because i'm getting used to being tossed aside. But then again maybe I'm learning how to protect myself and really listening to when its not quit going the way you know its supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rei Leigh will say, he's just a stupid boy.  Ashleigh will tell me, at least your not alone. And Erin will tell me, aw i'm sorry boo.&lt;br /&gt;All things I want to hear and all things that band-aide me back together until I heal myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I'm ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8738548704306642431?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8738548704306642431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8738548704306642431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8738548704306642431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8738548704306642431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/since-then.html' title='Since then...'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6586572900281482613</id><published>2010-03-11T11:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:04:25.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Motion</title><content type='html'>I have found that if I get out of bed right when I wake up, my day is a little better. If I don't get up, I tend to stay there and cry until something makes me get up, i.e. my job or my body hurting because I've been lying there for so long. As I said before, my world seems to be moving in slow motion and time stands still. I only work a part time job so what am I to do with the other  hours during the week that I have nothing to do. I work out.. A LOT... but that is only about 7 hours per week.  I deactivated my facebook for a while so what used to take up at least 2 hours a day now needs to be filled by something new and  Twitter does not fill the same void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is I want to talk to a particular person who refuses. It hurts, it might mean closure for me once I talk to him. I've reached out and nothing... I don't know what else to do. I don't want to smother, that's what got me into this position in the first place, but I do want/ need to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6586572900281482613?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6586572900281482613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6586572900281482613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6586572900281482613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6586572900281482613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/slow-motion.html' title='Slow Motion'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-1337956277202147785</id><published>2010-03-09T00:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:12:49.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>By special request, I'm back... thank you Mr. Ramirez and I do hope the movie wraps up nicely. Without going into specifics, the weather directly reflects my emotions. Drizzly, cloudy with a chance of hysterical showers only to be followed by a frigidly cold front rounding off the day with some sun but topsy turvy wind. I really do love when it rains. It makes me feel like the earth is getting out its frustrations... you know that one good cry a year! In the case of Texas, the one good cry in a few years.. thank you Jesus the earth was in need of a cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie, I have written several entries since I sat down and all seem very emotional and heavy. That couldn't have anything to do with the fact that my world is moving in slow motion, now could it. I'm not a huge fan of uber-emo and extra personal social media updates. i.e hour by hour baby labor tweets= kinda weird. Or the ones that read something like this.. "My heart is breaking and I can't breath..." Isn't that a Taylor Swift song??? I just think that if your having a rough time or a bad day your status should read something like this... "rough day... I need a drink" or "pray for me," 'cause if you're anything like me... the details sometimes make me awkward. I'm having a tough time right now and I don't want to make my readers awkward so... rough day.. I need a drink and pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-1337956277202147785?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1337956277202147785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=1337956277202147785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1337956277202147785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1337956277202147785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-1190392309198567409</id><published>2009-09-02T14:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:17:40.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Encouragement!</title><content type='html'>I was walking out of Mozart's Coffee shop today after sending a thousand e-mails and forcing my brain on to the next thing I have to do and planning the rest of my day, when a 4 year old walks out of the restroom, looks at me and says, "Me and my dad just shared an ice cream!!!" He was ecstatic! I asked him what kind. "Chocolate!" (of course) Before I can say "YUM," he starts to tell me about his big plan to go to the Nature Center and how he hasn't been in a "long long time" so he doesn't really remember the bat cave! And that is his first stop, the bat cave!! This precious conversation lasted all the way from the front door of Mozart's, across the front deck, up the stairs  and to the edge of the parking lot. As we began to part ways, I tell him that his day sounds so fun and that I hope he remembers the bat cave this time, and he says "Yeehh!!" And instead of "BYE!" he turns and yells "GOOD LUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the encouragement I needed for my first big project at work! It also put a huge smile on my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-1190392309198567409?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1190392309198567409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=1190392309198567409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1190392309198567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1190392309198567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpected-encouragement.html' title='Unexpected Encouragement!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-3091456332548492378</id><published>2009-07-21T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:18:47.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de France Phenomena</title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year. Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; France... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that catchy slogan, "Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Lance" will not be shouted, as our hometown hero hold down 3rd place after 8 stages and Spain has a steady lead. All of that said, the Tour brings out the professional biker in all of us. Roadside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cyclist&lt;/span&gt; are not an uncommon sight on the shoulders of our hill country highways. On weekends, city dwellers flock by the hundreds to the beautiful back roads. But during these weeks of nail biting trials and seconds between first and second place as our favorites press on over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pyreneese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mtns&lt;/span&gt; to win that yellow jersey, those weekend warriors are hitting the roads more frequently than Saturday and Sunday mornings. Instead I passed a team in training just this morning... its Tuesday. Its almost as if they are trying to make up for those dreadful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; trapping their choice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Austinite&lt;/span&gt; in 3rd. The only difference in their hard work and his, its 105* here and about 80* there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-3091456332548492378?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3091456332548492378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=3091456332548492378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3091456332548492378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3091456332548492378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/tour-de-france-phenomena.html' title='Tour de France Phenomena'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2115557786217718206</id><published>2009-06-16T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:52:39.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Summers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>A 180</title><content type='html'>I'm in Texas. And its hard right now but I know there is light at the end of the tunnel. I decided not to move to LA and go to grad school here. It has been something I have wanted to do for a long time now and the best way to do that is to stay in Austin. Now I have to figure out how to pay for it and thats a life time of stress filled conversations. I am open to all ideas and suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited about having a summer in Austin. I have wanted to be here for so long but school and work kept me away. Now, I'm here. I'm about to leave for Port Aransas to spend some much needed time with my brother and my precious grandparents, Peggy and Cactus. Chase and I are going camping with friends this weekend and the Frio River sounds so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2115557786217718206?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2115557786217718206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2115557786217718206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2115557786217718206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2115557786217718206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/180.html' title='A 180'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-4688135882514838600</id><published>2009-05-19T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:21:29.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at TOMS HQ and it is so good to be back! Reunited with friends and stationary, at least for a while. So now we are processing our travels. And a process it is... I've really been everywhere. After this tour, I will drive 4 hours to meet someone for lunch and then turn around and go home. I mean, after driving 24 hours straight 8 hours of driving in one day is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling about going home? Truthfully, it's a little bittersweet. I'm super excited to fly home with Katie and see my mom and dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pec&lt;/span&gt;. Stoked about hanging out with Charity and Angela, eating some Salt Lick and going dancing! I'm ready for my body to go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hypothermic&lt;/span&gt; shock as soon as I jump into Barton Springs. The cliffs of Lake Travis are calling my name. But at the same time, I'm leaving LA. 3rd Street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Promenade&lt;/span&gt; all day, Venice Beach for sunset, Malibu on the weekends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wineries&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt; and the most amazing fresh strawberries on the side of the road, 65* at night and beautiful during the day! So yes, I am sad to leave California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask why I love LA so much... "there is traffic?!?!" "everyone is so superficial"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YADDA&lt;/span&gt;! I just tell them: number 1, I am either going to sit in traffic in Downtown Austin, or sit in traffic on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt; next to the beach. number 2, there are superficial people everywhere. and number 3, LA is this huge city on the beach that is totally chill and laid back. Everything I love is with in 2 hours of me. I can be at Butterfly Beach in 1.5 hrs, hiking in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Topanga&lt;/span&gt; is 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; or working out at muscle beach in 15. Perfection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-4688135882514838600?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4688135882514838600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=4688135882514838600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4688135882514838600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4688135882514838600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/05/bittersweet-symphony.html' title='A Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7829815154657538703</id><published>2009-05-05T14:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:24:28.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOMS Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rescue'/><title type='text'>the past few weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SgCejXPdpMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yOjyjgAKLP4/s1600-h/P4250026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SgCejXPdpMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yOjyjgAKLP4/s320/P4250026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332436289178150082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the past few weeks! I don't even know where to begin, so I guess I will begin at the beginning. Have you heard about The Rescue? Did you hear that Oprah rescued Chicago 6 days after it had begun? Well, if you haven't I will tell you about it. The Rescue was a peaceful demonstration to raise awareness for the war in Northern Uganda and Joseph Knoy's abducted child soldiers. We were to meet at one location and "abduct" ourselves. We then marched to another public location, in my case we marched to the Arch in St. Louis, and set up camp and waited until a federal politician or A-lister came to our rescue. (side note: Spending the night under the stars in downtown St. Louis worked out perfectly as we had no where to stay that night...) This was done by them coming to the site and giving a statement of support. There were 100 cities around the world involved and 6 days later, 500 people were in Chicago. Their dedication paid off when Oprah rescued them and segmented a spot for the Invisible Children film makers to make their case. Do you know how huge that is?? Just think about how many people watch Oprah. I mean the amount of power the woman has is ridiculous and she told all of her viewers to look up InvisibleChildren.com and watch the documentary. Harpo wins in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Rescue, we started making our way back to the West coast. Drove half way to Albuquerque where Justin had to catch a flight back to Nashville for a wedding and Carolyn and I drove the last 14 hours just the two of us! We didn't get tired until the last 4 hours of the trip. I would say that's pretty good! The best part about being back in Cali - STAYING WITH THE HAMMERS!!! Yes you heard me we got to spend an entire weekend with Mike Hammer's parents! We also go to meet his grandma and she is precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SgCe2mtUYCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kd-H_dkPyAY/s1600-h/P4290051.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/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SgCe2mtUYCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kd-H_dkPyAY/s320/P4290051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332436619747418146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The van parked in front of one of many roadside attractions we encountered along the way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now back in San Francisco staying with the Maxey's! Great family! They introduced us to some amazing Indian food... it might be my new favorite cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Cinco de Mayo... we will see what San Fran has in store for us tonight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7829815154657538703?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7829815154657538703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7829815154657538703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7829815154657538703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7829815154657538703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-few-weeks.html' title='the past few weeks...'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SgCejXPdpMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yOjyjgAKLP4/s72-c/P4250026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5315548871103932815</id><published>2009-04-24T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:42:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet South</title><content type='html'>We ended up having  a few days to kill and we were only 17 hours away from Nashville, TN, so we thought it would be a great idea to head East for a nice home cooked meal and a comfy bed at Justin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to be back in Dixie Land! The smell of wild onions filled the air and the sun shinned! Sweet tea was available everywhere we went and a side of gravy is always an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Justin's parents was amazing! Joni Cook made sure we were comfortable and well fed. Every morning there were cinnamon rolls and coffee! Everyday was brownies or rice krispy treats! We had our own rooms and bathrooms! SPACE!! This is something we are not used to and it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was able to get his "man" time! This regenerated his soul and he is back to liking our girly company again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are hanging out in Columbia, MO at the coolest coffee, bar, music venue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5315548871103932815?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5315548871103932815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5315548871103932815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5315548871103932815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5315548871103932815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-south.html' title='Home Sweet South'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-571641063101918996</id><published>2009-04-12T00:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:06:43.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver'/><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>I've ignored my dear blog lately and I have chosen now, 10:57pm the evening before Easter Sunday, to give a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently in Denver, CO with the lovely Coop! Those of you who do not know Coop, you are missing out and I will brief you on her greatness! Coop, NW vagabond season 1, letting Carolyn and I sleep in her very comfy bed, and took us to the greatest crep place in Denver. She introduced us to an amazing game that has to do with eating a napkin as fast as possible... very funny to do in a public space. I will give you more on Denver in a few days, since we have just arrived there is not much to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to see me in Colorado Springs! YAYA fro parents!!! They brought Chaco and that was so good for my heart! I hate to see them go and can't wait to see them on May 25 at 2:30pm at Austin, Bergstrom International Ariport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun my job search. Thats enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just wanted to say hi! More on my life later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-571641063101918996?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/571641063101918996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=571641063101918996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/571641063101918996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/571641063101918996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='update!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-3396943334902901607</id><published>2009-03-05T20:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:28:49.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOMS Vagabond'/><title type='text'>A San Francisco Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SbCkm50VUII/AAAAAAAAAFI/KhjJtTCgGzM/s1600-h/P3050039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SbCkm50VUII/AAAAAAAAAFI/KhjJtTCgGzM/s320/P3050039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309924948932120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where to begin! We are on day three in the SF and let me tell ya, this city is not for the weak legged. Up hills and down hills walking on the side of a hill. You just can't get around them. Now driving up and down these hills in our 15 passenger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VagaVan&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minorly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terrifying&lt;/span&gt; ... Carolyn has been doing a great job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But this city... WOW is all I gotta say. Its beautiful. One of Justin's friends said this is more of a place to live. I can see why. A visitor spends the first day walking about and the next four days in a salt bath trying to relax their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; lie, my calves are pretty tired at the moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So far we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; some amazing green tea ice cream in China Town. Walked from China Town up hills so steep they built stairs (how cars are expected to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chug&lt;/span&gt; up these I will never know), to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coit&lt;/span&gt; Tower. Great View! Good history lesson! (i bought a postcard) After a rest at the top we trekked back down the daunting hills to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pier&lt;/span&gt; 39. Holy sea lions! They had taken over an entire boat dock! After that was Fisherman's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wharf&lt;/span&gt;! Cool sign but if there was really something to see I missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets talk about the Golden Gate Bridge! We had some insider information on where to go to get the best view. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BVC&lt;/span&gt; was right.. Fort Point is the way to go! It was kind of over cast but we could see the entire bridge and Alcatraz felt with in reach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We have just been having a grand 'ole time being annoying tourists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; we screened the TOMS documentary today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt; State!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-3396943334902901607?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3396943334902901607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=3396943334902901607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3396943334902901607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3396943334902901607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/san-francisco-treat.html' title='A San Francisco Treat!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SbCkm50VUII/AAAAAAAAAFI/KhjJtTCgGzM/s72-c/P3050039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8019380814542739877</id><published>2009-03-01T17:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:25:34.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know this looks like I posted twice in one day but I wrote the other one yesterday and just didn't get it posted until today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BUT I just wanted to say that I love running in the rain! Cold steady rain! It was the best and i really needed it! I was getting to that point when my patience is short and i just need to run out my tension!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So rain + running+ Seattle= AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8019380814542739877?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8019380814542739877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8019380814542739877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8019380814542739877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8019380814542739877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-in-rain.html' title='Running in the Rain'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8192323724311977731</id><published>2009-02-28T13:19:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:40:30.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting from (not so) Sunny Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;O how I miss all of you! I hear its a steamy 88* back home in Texas and my fellow Vagabonds in the North East are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;' a chilling 14*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Here in Seattle we have had the full range of weather. We first arrived with a constant mist but it was fine because we had some work to do so we found a great coffee shop at Pike Place called Local Color and posted up for a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SamScSrQwEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6wvEp1xEKHo/s1600-h/Public+Market.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SamScSrQwEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6wvEp1xEKHo/s320/Public+Market.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307934650580123714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Our first full day here was also the day of our first event at Univ of Washington and it rained. And when I say it rained, I mean big drops of rain. Not so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; to selling TOMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Woke up the next morning to a blanket of white snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/Saw1Ixtnh1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-BcfSI3GJq4/s1600-h/P2260008.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/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/Saw1Ixtnh1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-BcfSI3GJq4/s320/P2260008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308676485662869330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Day 3... SUN!!! and a comfortable 45*.. but be careful of the shade, the temp drops about 10 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Which brings us up to today... slight over cast and comfortably cold. Meaning I'm wearing leggings, 2 t-shirts, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;, a scarf, gloves, beanie and rain boots. But it's not raining.. my new Zebra Stripped Rain boots are just real cute and real warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/Saw17YES-2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/85GackL55Wk/s1600-h/P2280015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/Saw17YES-2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/85GackL55Wk/s320/P2280015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308677354951998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8192323724311977731?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8192323724311977731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8192323724311977731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8192323724311977731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8192323724311977731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/greeting-from-not-so-sunny-seattle.html' title='Greeting from (not so) Sunny Seattle'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SamScSrQwEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6wvEp1xEKHo/s72-c/Public+Market.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5972193333349125022</id><published>2009-02-09T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:47:07.518-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losing car keys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condo life'/><title type='text'>Keys!!</title><content type='html'>Funnie story... I do my best not to get caught up in drama at my condo in LA but this was just to good not to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the majority of the weekend hanging out with an old friend but when I got back everyone was in a fussy over a set of keys being missing. Sunday evening rolls around and Kelli finds that the Ice maker has dispensed not only ice but a set of frosted keys into her glass. All of the sudden the State of the Union is at stake because everyone believes someone decided it was a great joke to hide the keys and make everyone stress! Now it is more important to find out who did it then the fact that the keys are now found! YAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I can't help but thinking about that time I thought I lost my keys when in fact they decided to spend the weekend in my sink garbage disposal. I couldn't drive all weekend because I was convinced someone took my keys. Oh, almost forgot, I live by myself. But I was convinced Chaco had eaten them. Losing your keys is just one of those hilarious things that happen in life... can we laugh about this please!! 10 bucks says someone came home late went to get some ice cream out of the freezer and put the keys in the ice cream's  place and Kelli got a little surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story, if you can't fidn yrou keys look in two places: the freezer and the sink disposal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5972193333349125022?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5972193333349125022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5972193333349125022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5972193333349125022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5972193333349125022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/keys.html' title='Keys!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-522147336179170243</id><published>2009-02-05T17:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:54:05.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOMS Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>25 Fabulous Things about ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Since I am in a down time, this will be my second post of the day! So here are some things you might not know about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;1) My most favorite color is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Carolyn has pointed out that every accessory that could possibly be pink, is. What can I say i just gravitate towards the color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;2) Chaco is my dog and I love him so much. I sometimes think a dog's love is a more true mirror of Jesus' love for his children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;3) I love History! European, American, African, Latin American, world. Old stuff really gets me going. Just to think about how long a parchment from Egypt has been around and who it was meant for gets me really excited! I mean Cleopatra could have touched, or written a note and now I get to read it and touch it, with white gloves on, but still! I love the connection to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;4) I think the beach in the winter is amazingly peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;5) The sunshine brings things to life including my spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;6) I work for TOMS Shoes as a Vagabond. For every pair you purchase TOMS will give a pair of shoes to a child in need. One for One. This has opened my eyes to wanting to encourage every company to adopt this model in one form another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;7) Grande Chai Latte with soy milk - no water from Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;8) If I could have chosen what era to live in I would say the Roaring '20s. And I would have been a flapper in a Vegas Show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;9) I want to love people the way my brother does, intentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;10) There is a small apartment building on Venice Beach, CA that is mint green and has an emergency stair case going up the front. From its window you can see all of Venice Beach and its glory. I want to live in this building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;11) Sundays are for church and taking naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;12) I feel like everyone should do something that scares them. I moved to California and that scares the hell out of me. And guess what... so far so great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;13) Surprises are awsome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;14) Presents. I'm a huge fan!! I particularly like the one that are homemade. I also like the ones that sparkle... I'm just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;15) I wish Matt would read my blog. I think he would like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;16) I coined the term "The Bag Lady." Backpacks, tote bags, Mark Jacobs purses, recylable grocery bags, hiking bags, shoulder slings, clutches.. When I was a little girl I used to get all of my bags and fill them with everything I own and carry them around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;17) My mom is my best friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;18) Having cold feet is the most miserable feeling in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;19) I'm a sucker for Tim McGraw and Faith Hill duos. (its my guilty pleasure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;20) I have a single dred-lock. Katie did it for me... I wish I had the guts to do my whole head but I just can't part ways with my curling iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;21) waking up early is over rated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;22) To me the sound of rain is like a lullabye to a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;23) I secretly wanna be famous but I don't like being the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;24) When I was in college I would walk around campus with my ear buds in to avoid talking to people... I would  walk around with them in  even when I ipod  was dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;25) I crack myself up. Really.. I think I'm hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-522147336179170243?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/522147336179170243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=522147336179170243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/522147336179170243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/522147336179170243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-fabulous-things-about-me.html' title='25 Fabulous Things about ME'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-1264011818213612098</id><published>2009-02-05T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:54:38.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days!</title><content type='html'>I always feel like rainy days are meant for a PJ day and a good book. For this reason I always feel a little less productive during the work day. Like today, it is raining outside and the temperature is cooler than the usual southern california mid 70*. I am listening to Feist, and wishing I was in front of a fire. Rainy days make me want to be home. Unfortunatly for me, home is 2,000 miles away and that makes me a little sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note Matt will be here with me in 8 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-1264011818213612098?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1264011818213612098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=1264011818213612098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1264011818213612098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1264011818213612098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5880167249770784768</id><published>2009-01-16T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:59:03.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stashes and Sashes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOMS Vagabond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling Whistles'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SXDUg1m-x8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Nyk8ulDaKQ/s1600-h/n22202450_37227049_150.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/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SXDUg1m-x8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Nyk8ulDaKQ/s320/n22202450_37227049_150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291963222771812290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is us outside TOMS head quarters! This first week has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stellar! We finally have our own office space so we are doin' work! Everyone, except Justin (not pictured), was cleared to drive the VagaVans so we had a pretty fun time truckin' around LA yesterday afternoon. Drove down Santa Monica Blvd past Fox Studios... if I had x-ray vision I would have seen Jack Bower!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; At least thats what I told myself and everyone in my van agreed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm pretty stoked about tonight.. We are going to a launch party for this campaign called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.fallingwhistles.com"&gt;Falling Whistles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. The mission is to inform people about child soldiers. Peyton, a new friend that works at TOMS is DJing and the theme is Stashes or Sashes.. translation I will be drawing a stash across my top lip!!! I'm pretty excited about it! Photos to follow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5880167249770784768?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5880167249770784768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5880167249770784768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5880167249770784768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5880167249770784768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SXDUg1m-x8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Nyk8ulDaKQ/s72-c/n22202450_37227049_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7965833080674847073</id><published>2009-01-14T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:42:57.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way into the first week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My brother has probably taught me the best response to something to don't agree with or on something  I have no control over... "WHELP!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And let me tell ya.. I have said "Whelp"more in the past 7 days than I ever have. For example someone says, "I'm tired of sitting on the floor." my response.. "Whelp!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"I want this.." my response... "Whelp!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"I think that (insert passionate opinion here) " my response... "Whelp!" "I'm tired." my response.. "Whelp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found "whelp"to be best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;non confrontational&lt;/span&gt;/ neutral word to answer all questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more TOMS Shoe note... we are supposed to think of our "shoe names." These names are a pun on words. or example, Mikey is " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shoemanitarian&lt;/span&gt; " there is also "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;solejourner&lt;/span&gt;." And I could not for the life of me think of a shoe name... so I finally decided... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ShoeLou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My mama and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pape&lt;/span&gt; always calls me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LouLou&lt;/span&gt; so it just made sense.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7965833080674847073?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7965833080674847073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7965833080674847073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7965833080674847073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7965833080674847073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-way-into-first-week.html' title='Half way into the first week'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2928372737860143045</id><published>2009-01-09T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:47:05.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOMS Vagabond'/><title type='text'>Santa Monica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After a very emotional night with Matt and a sad goodbye with mom and Matt.. I'm here in sunny southern California! Good first full day.. woke up had breakfast and got oriented with the program rules and what not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Vagabond Condo is much MUCH nicer than I expected. (I'll post photos later) There are 14 people living in a three bedroom, 2 and 1/2 bath condo with the study made into a bedroom. It's great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lets see what else... I worked out... Showered... now I dunno. I'm excited to be here! Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! I did learn that if 14 people try to get on a wireless network at one time... it doesn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're probably going to the beach tonight and I get to see katie tomorrow! And THAT my friend makes my heart smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2928372737860143045?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2928372737860143045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2928372737860143045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2928372737860143045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2928372737860143045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/santa-monica.html' title='Santa Monica'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5024482049475758152</id><published>2008-12-30T11:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:47:01.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise... sunset</title><content type='html'>I really don't have anything to write about but someone once told me that if you want to develop your writing skills you should write something everyday. Don't laugh now because I think that person was a grade school teacher. I guess I did learn something at the good ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Drippin&lt;/span&gt;' High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something surprising.... I saw the sunrise this morning. But lets be serious... me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;witnessing&lt;/span&gt; these spectacular colors painted across the sky was against my wishes and the idea of my puppy. You see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaco&lt;/span&gt;, still being the 2 year old pup that he really is, has to be around all of the action and action started at sunrise this morning when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hobie&lt;/span&gt; and Splash, two of our friends dogs, woke up and like the good host he is, Chaco had to greet them. I then realized that the day was breaking right through my window... so I got out of bed let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chaco&lt;/span&gt; out of my room and stomped over to my window to close my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;curtains&lt;/span&gt;. The split second before sealing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;drapes&lt;/span&gt; from the waking sky I saw some pretty &lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;miraculous&lt;/span&gt; colors. And for that split second I thought I might want to wake up early more often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; then I realized that I can see these same alluring colors when the sun sets too.. and that my friend is much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt; to my sleeping schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5024482049475758152?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5024482049475758152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5024482049475758152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5024482049475758152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5024482049475758152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunrise-sunset.html' title='sunrise... sunset'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6031042009759965461</id><published>2008-12-23T18:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:43:59.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Brown Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That's What Christmas is all About, Charlie Brown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SVGC8czLppI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TpKG2iQ5lXw/s1600-h/162325__charliebrown_l.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/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SVGC8czLppI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TpKG2iQ5lXw/s320/162325__charliebrown_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283147812916930194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Does it really take a cartoon to remind all of us what Christmas is all about? The famous Peanuts Christmas movie has brought warmth to all of our hearts for years and years. Yet some people still forget that Christmas is about giving and giving and giving, not just giving presents but love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sometimes giving love is hard. Family dynamics and differences may be difficult to deal with but for one night and one day they can be put aside to let the love shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Traveling may be long but letting someone over could make all the difference in that persons holidays. Shopping can be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; but searching for the perfect gift will bring a smile to a friends face. There are a lot of way to show your love this season and all year long! How will you give yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6031042009759965461?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6031042009759965461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6031042009759965461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6031042009759965461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6031042009759965461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-what-christmas-is-all-about.html' title='That&apos;s What Christmas is all About, Charlie Brown!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SVGC8czLppI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TpKG2iQ5lXw/s72-c/162325__charliebrown_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-677155698312740781</id><published>2008-12-15T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:08:04.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUcPdj0w_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_yx_1VTPBfw/s1600-h/jada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUcPdj0w_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_yx_1VTPBfw/s320/jada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280206088622374290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming home to bad news is never fun. It's actually something I fear. But when Matt and I got back to San Antonio, Jada was gone. Matt has had Jada for 5 years  and is needless to say very attached to the little princess. She's just so cute lovable!! She is also some what of an escape artist and likes to dig out and spread her love to Matt's neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got to the house, Matt, DJ and Chris were looking. I walked around the neighborhood to ask if she had been seen. 2 hours later there was still no sign. It got dark and still no sign. Matt sat on the front steps for a while whistling for her.. but mainly he didn't want to break down in front of his roommates.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the majority of the day putting up signs  and calling local animal shelters and around 4:30 today Matt got a call... a woman had picked her up yesterday and had Jada at her home. God protected her and guided a loving soul to take her in and bring her home.&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did was take her to the vet and got her micro-chipped!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-677155698312740781?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/677155698312740781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=677155698312740781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/677155698312740781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/677155698312740781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/jada.html' title='Jada'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUcPdj0w_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_yx_1VTPBfw/s72-c/jada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-1670339720183296058</id><published>2008-12-11T21:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:38:48.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUHcHMs9xoI/AAAAAAAAADw/AaMACOhwGd4/s1600-h/TOMS_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUHcHMs9xoI/AAAAAAAAADw/AaMACOhwGd4/s320/TOMS_shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278742254481950338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I checked my e-mail on my phone once every half hour today for anything concerning the TOMS Vagabonds Roster. The day went by and nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I studied all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; went for lunch with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and took a restless nap . All the while this little voice in the back of my head was chanting: "they will call, they will call! remember it's 2 hours earlier there!" This was something I had to remind myself when I started checking my e-mail at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8 AM... "umm hello Ana..it's 6 AM in Santa Monica... No one at TOMS was even awake yet!" So, by 6 o' clock PM my time (4 o' clock PM Pacific time) I had convinced myself that I would get a friendly e-mail sometime tomorrow thanking me for the time and effort I put into applying but, regretfully, positions have been filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8:08 PM rolls around (6:08 TOMS time) and I get a call from a Cali number! I get this call when I am in Starbucks (which is always a little quieter during the weeks of finals) studying with my friend Hayley for our final tomorrow and I can all but help from screaming YES YES YES! All I gotta say is Jesus was on my side and they listened! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-1670339720183296058?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1670339720183296058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=1670339720183296058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1670339720183296058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1670339720183296058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/wait-is-over.html' title='The Wait is Over'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SUHcHMs9xoI/AAAAAAAAADw/AaMACOhwGd4/s72-c/TOMS_shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7327437210705803625</id><published>2008-12-07T22:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:32:12.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><title type='text'>"dog" is God spelled backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sylvie had a sleep over for her birthday last night and it looks as though Chaco stayed up with all the girls. He's asleep like a rock! I miss having him in San Antonio with me. He just makes me so happy!!! Angela and I always joke that Chaco is the only guy that will never leave and will always love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;My brother had a great analogy about dogs. He said that dogs were created in a more perfect image of God's love. You can yell at them, take their chew toys away, ignore them and leave them. Yet, when you are ready to come back, they run to you can lick you across the face just like you never left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;You can curse God, keep your heart from Him, ignore His words, and leave Him behind. And when you're ready to come back, he is waiting for you with open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7327437210705803625?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7327437210705803625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7327437210705803625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7327437210705803625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7327437210705803625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-is-god-spelled-backwards.html' title='&quot;dog&quot; is God spelled backwards'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7553170342160350250</id><published>2008-12-06T14:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:13:54.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/STrqBvMen8I/AAAAAAAAADo/777v-7TBVTA/s1600-h/20071212-britenbucher-vince-guaraldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/STrqBvMen8I/AAAAAAAAADo/777v-7TBVTA/s320/20071212-britenbucher-vince-guaraldi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276787228987531202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Being a Texan, it takes a while for me to get used to the cold. I don't really like being cold but there are a few things that I love about cold weather, like the little places you find warmth all season long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;For example, I love bundling up in sweaters, coats and boots. NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; BOOTS.... It doesn't snow in Texas therefor no reason to wear them. But that is an entire blog in itself about things i don't like about Texas Winter... and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; talking about things I love about Texas Winter! So anyway, Winter clothes are my favorite!!! Leggings, fuzzy socks, House shoes, scarfs and matching hats.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; .. ear muffs and mittens! My favorite kind of mitten in particular are the ones that are half gloves and half mittens... you know the ones that cover half your fingers and then have the mitten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to flip over your exposed fingers!!! LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Another thing that is fantastic about Winter in Texas is how the sun still shines through and warms the inside of your car. The air is so cool and crisp outside but when you get back in your car, the Texas sun has kept you car seats warm and toasty inside! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fires! Fires make your home feel even more cozy in the winter! But the best fires are the ones found at little hole in the wall coffee shops or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;! When I was younger, my dad used to take me to La Madeline and in the winter I would want to sit by the fire and eat my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;potato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;soup!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; GOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I just love being Warm in the Winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7553170342160350250?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7553170342160350250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7553170342160350250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7553170342160350250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7553170342160350250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-warmth.html' title='Winter Warmth'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/STrqBvMen8I/AAAAAAAAADo/777v-7TBVTA/s72-c/20071212-britenbucher-vince-guaraldi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7675890702632696526</id><published>2008-12-05T20:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:09:13.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMS Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Soo it's December 5th and I was supposed to find out if I got the internship or not... I did get an e-mail about the status. My e-mail said, "Congratulations!! If you are receiving this e-mail, you are still being considered to be a TOMS Vagabond!..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I will know for sure by December 11th... meaning more waiting. So for now my life plans are still up in the air! I think this is good for me, I have no control and no plan. This kinda of makes me a little crazy 'cause I love having control and I LOVE plans! Just gotta put my trust in Jesus and try not to drive everyone around me crazy because of my lack of control and my sketchy, ever changing plan. AHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7675890702632696526?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7675890702632696526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7675890702632696526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7675890702632696526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7675890702632696526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/toms-update.html' title='TOMS Update'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8095928425096453761</id><published>2008-11-28T11:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:23:19.734-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Thanksgiving is my favorite day and holiday!!! You've got all the food and family you can handle, crazy football games and sweet sweet chaos with out the greed of getting presents on Christmas. Don't get me wrong I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Christmas.. I mean it's Jesus' Birthday and there is no better time of the year. But I think the meaning of Christmas gets lost in all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; and is found at Thanksgiving! Everyone is with their families and friends and everyone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;' on each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My mother calls me the Thanksgiving Nazi because I am very particular about the kind of food we have. You see my Great-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grandmere's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; stuffing is something that I will not go with out on Thanksgiving. One year we were at my Grandma's house and there was no "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grandmere's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Stuffing" to be found... I went into the back room and cried and cried... I basically threw a fit like a 5 year old when I was about 17. And this year was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; different! It was actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; to me that we ate Great-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grandmere's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; stuffing this year because this was the first year she wasn't with us. She passed away a few months ago and we missed her but she was there in our hearts and in the stuffing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8095928425096453761?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8095928425096453761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8095928425096453761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8095928425096453761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8095928425096453761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING!!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6209019773862477540</id><published>2008-11-26T17:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:16:35.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so close now!</title><content type='html'>Whlep! We just finished our last group project before graduating! It was due at 5 o' clock today. And let me tell ya.. I really didn't want to work on that thing anymore. So now I'm 1 presentation, 1 quiz and 2 tests away from V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! Oooor graduation.. which ever you want to call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home for Thanksgiving. Taking a little break from reality! Played some ultimate frisbee at Zilker Park today with some buds! I'm not so good at this throwing frisbee business but I did attempt. I tried to throw it to Billy and ended up throwing it to Pecos who was like 8 people to the right of Billy... way way off! O well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6209019773862477540?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6209019773862477540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6209019773862477540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6209019773862477540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6209019773862477540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-close-now.html' title='so close now!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6536247840203429495</id><published>2008-11-23T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:07:04.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anticipation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;... Edward... Bella... Vampires... all of these things were going through my head while I waited in the theater for 3 hours for the midnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; of Twilight. First scene rolls... not so bad... then it keeps going and I find myself slightly disappointed, disappointed and laughing. For those of you Twilight fans whom haven't seen the movie yet I will not spoil it for you... some people said they really loved it. But you have to understand that I cried through this book and had dreams about Edward. I laughed through the movie during places that my stomach flipped and I couldn't wait to see whats next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will say that the kissing scene, though way off from the book, way hot hot HOT. And the sparkling in the sun was on point and beautiful! And these two reason are the only reasons why I will go see the next three movies. These and Robert Pattinson... he sure made one hot Edward Cullen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6536247840203429495?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6536247840203429495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6536247840203429495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6536247840203429495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6536247840203429495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight Movie'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7724978022671102716</id><published>2008-11-15T15:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:50:34.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westmont College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tea Fire'/><title type='text'>Tea Fire Destroys parts of Westmont College, but Oprah's mansion is Untouched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I spoke to my brother around 7 30 PM Thursday evening and he was about to go for a walk with Katie. it must have been minutes after that him and his fellow students were evacuated to the gym because of a wild fire raging behind the Clark dorm. Clark is where my brother and our friend Tom are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.  We still don't know if all of Clark has to be torn down because of the damage the fire caused. Their Resident Director's home was destroyed along with 14 other faculty homes and other academic buildings on campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Everyone is safe.. and don't worry Oprah's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Montecito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Mansion is untouched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7724978022671102716?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7724978022671102716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7724978022671102716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7724978022671102716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7724978022671102716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/tea-fire-destroys-parts-of-westmont.html' title='Tea Fire Destroys parts of Westmont College, but Oprah&apos;s mansion is Untouched'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7538072885731531894</id><published>2008-11-11T15:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:28:46.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; OKAY GUYS AND GALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I applied for two different internships with TOMS Shoes. I really really wanna do this! Pray for me!! Or just flood the TOMS inbox about why i'm so great for this. just kidding, don't do that.. PEC I MEAN IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7538072885731531894?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7538072885731531894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7538072885731531894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7538072885731531894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7538072885731531894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/toms.html' title='TOMS'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-3231399512073444023</id><published>2008-11-02T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:44:12.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy</title><content type='html'>So this is probably the most pointless TV show ever. I have never watch this show EVER. It runs along the same lines as The Simpsons... a total waste of 30 minuts of my life that i can't get back. I am ashamed to say that this show is growing on me... Actully, the baby of the show... stuey (if thats even how you spell it). He is soo negative and awful.. its great...  Just thought I would let you in on that littel bit of info... its pointless but I thought I would make use of this waste of 30 minuts and be productive and write something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-3231399512073444023?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3231399512073444023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=3231399512073444023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3231399512073444023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3231399512073444023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-guy.html' title='Family Guy'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5745551986749506110</id><published>2008-10-20T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:14:43.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick update</title><content type='html'>This is my attempt to avoid doing homework for a little but longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is okay.. my advice to upcoming college seniors... make sure you have at least 12 hours to take your last semester... any less and you fell like you have all the time in the world so you get lazy and then all of the sudden your project is due tomorrow. Don't worry mom, my stuff isn't due tomorrow, it was just an example. But I am over working in groups. Take that back, I'm over school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaws book is finished and it looks great... Matt met the majority of the family yesterday when he accompanied me to a family and friend book signing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GrandPeggy&lt;/span&gt; and Papaw's house! It was fun! That was the plus of not being able to be in California with my parents this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. The reason why I didn't go to California was because I didn't fee like I could miss class on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; and I had a huge assignment due the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; I was to come back. I just felt like it would be to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stressfull&lt;/span&gt; to pull off. Well, I spiked a fever on Thursday and ended up sleeping through that class and that assignment was pushed back a week. O well...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.. hows the job search &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt;?!?! anything good surface yet?!?! :) Okay.. I need some brain food and then its time for some serious homework!! ( or i might just talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; for 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; like i did last week when i was "studying")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5745551986749506110?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5745551986749506110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5745551986749506110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5745551986749506110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5745551986749506110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-quick-update.html' title='just a quick update'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5478090209419901146</id><published>2008-10-13T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:24:13.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!!</title><content type='html'>When i woke up this morning my room felt different. The Texas sunrise usually bursts through my shades forcing my to roll over and cover my eyes. But today was different, there was no sunrise and no singing birds. Rather, gray clouds were painted across the sky and the parking lot was wet!! It rained last night and it looks as though it will try and rain at some point again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do when it rains is sleep. But it is monday morning and I had to get up and go to work. I say that like I have a 9-5 job, when in reality I didn't have to be at work until 10 and I only had one client so I was out by 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never understood why people don't like the rain. It makes things grow, and fills the rivers. IT also means practice might be canceled or here in San Antonio, one flash flood means the entire city shuts down because of bad draining systems which means the possibility of no class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study at the coffee shop by my casa. BRING ON THE RAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5478090209419901146?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5478090209419901146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5478090209419901146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5478090209419901146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5478090209419901146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain.html' title='RAIN!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-765226343398368847</id><published>2008-10-04T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:27:46.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new things at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't worked a Saturday in a while... I actually haven't worked the front desk in a while either! But I need the money so here I am. It's just me and Shay and she just showed me the coolest thing ever!!!!!!!!! well its a few cool things actually... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the first... steepandcheap.com.... a website that posts one great deal like camping gear, North Face stuff. It's just great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The second... whiskeymilitia.com... again a website that posts one great deal at a time and when its gone they post another great deal.  This is great stuff!! Everyone should check it out! I'm talking North Face ski jackets for like $150.... that's stink cheap!!!!!!!!!! I think everyone will be getting something from one of these websites for christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-765226343398368847?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/765226343398368847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=765226343398368847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/765226343398368847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/765226343398368847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-things-at-work.html' title='new things at work'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-13198396037462109</id><published>2008-10-03T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:53:38.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the search continues</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I am looking for a job.. those who follow my blog are more than welcome to start looking for me.  I know nothing about the economy. Only that the stock market took one heck of a plunge the other day because some bailout plan didn't pass the first time. Apparently it passed since then so does that mean the stock market will shoot up?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, economics+ me=ERROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I am finding is there aren't so many jobs out there. And what I am finding is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I would call me dream job. I also realize that I provide a luxury. No one really needs some one to write press releases not does anyone really need someone to plan their wedding.  In a chat with charity the other day we came to a great solution to my issue. After discussing her job and the fact that there will always be, sadly, screwed up families that need to be monitored, it hit me... Pharmaceutical Sales!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it!  People always need drugs!!  rather it be pain killers or antibiotics, or anxiety &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psyco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;... the list goes on... People will always get sick, physically and mentally and they will go to doctors who will prescribe their pills and i am the one who sells them!! PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-13198396037462109?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/13198396037462109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=13198396037462109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/13198396037462109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/13198396037462109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/search-continues.html' title='the search continues'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6911464775495813935</id><published>2008-09-29T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:21:47.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACL FEST 2008</title><content type='html'>it was amazing.. now it's over.. and i just ate lots of pancakes and am going back to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6911464775495813935?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6911464775495813935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6911464775495813935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6911464775495813935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6911464775495813935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/acl-fest-2008.html' title='ACL FEST 2008'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5788119598929953811</id><published>2008-09-23T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:38:17.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SNlD_2MjsII/AAAAAAAAADA/I-Jl7kpoz8k/s1600-h/jobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SNlD_2MjsII/AAAAAAAAADA/I-Jl7kpoz8k/s320/jobs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249301604836028546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! This makes me want to scream. I have spent at least an hour every morning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craig's&lt;/span&gt; list, or hot jobs or monsters and nothing that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; sounds remotely close to what I want to do. I guess it would help if I knew what I wanted to do. Event Planning, publicists, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journalists&lt;/span&gt;, fashion editor, teacher, what the heck I might even fathom the idea of being a mail woman at this point.  I talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pec&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and he suggested I research the idea of working in the admin office at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt;. His ploy to get me to Santa Barbara just might work. But I have to be honest with myself. I really don't want to work. I've never been a "worker" but more of a "spender." I guess I should get over that seeing as how the Bank of Mommy closes very VERY soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5788119598929953811?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5788119598929953811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5788119598929953811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5788119598929953811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5788119598929953811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SNlD_2MjsII/AAAAAAAAADA/I-Jl7kpoz8k/s72-c/jobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5676988478812513396</id><published>2008-09-22T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:54:36.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SoulMates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Soul Mates. Defined by dictionary.com as a person with whom one has strong affinity. Not knowing what affinity meant I had to search that word as well. Affinity: a natural liking to. I was not satisfied with this definition so I moved on to Websters. Where Soul Mate is defined two ways: 1) a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament, 2) a person who strongly resembles another in attitudes or beliefs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; still not satisfied... moving on to the less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accredited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soul mate&lt;/span&gt; is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and/or compatibility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is better... for a second there I was feeling like I had been lied to all my life and finding your soul mate had nothing to do with falling in love.  But do I really believe this?  My church back home is doing a series on marriage and my "soul mate" is something I think about a lot. This series made me think about it even more. I thought about what my definition of a soul mate would be and this is what I came up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Soul Mate- My perfect equal in beliefs, thoughts, activities and love. One who knows what I am feeling by the look on my face and/or my body language and knows how to remedy my anger, sadness or frustration. (S)He holds a special place in my heart that no one will ever be able to fill and my heart breaks when (s)he is hurting. This person is my best friend in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now let me explain. I think your soul mate is your perfect match but I do not think they have come in the form of the opposite sex from you. I guess another word for this would be "Kindred Spirits." I also don't think that your soul mate is the one you will marry. Even if this person happens to be of the opposite sex, your husband/wife will also love and cherish this person as a part of what comes with you... not an opposing force. There is an understanding shared that you have with no one else and you can share things that you cannot share with anyone else. You see... My pastor described marriage as two opposite people joining together to complete each other. I think your soul mate is so much like you there is nothing to complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5676988478812513396?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5676988478812513396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5676988478812513396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5676988478812513396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5676988478812513396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/soulmates.html' title='SoulMates'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2457485925346848553</id><published>2008-09-21T09:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:10:38.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Today is my dad's birthday! He's old.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but really. well he is but he doesn't act a day over 15. He's on this new trip that on the kid's birthday, they should give their mother a birthday present. My mom got presents on my birthday and mom got presents on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pecos&lt;/span&gt;' birthday. I over heard him talking to my grandmother asking her what she wanted for his birthday. I got to thinking... i like this idea because eventually, God willing, I will have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chicklings&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; want another reason to get presents. So lets see, that will be, Christmas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, Valentine's Day, My Birthday and My kid's birthdays... I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2457485925346848553?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2457485925346848553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2457485925346848553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2457485925346848553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2457485925346848553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8695245059713441588</id><published>2008-09-18T21:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:58:19.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas Thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest In Peace'/><title type='text'>Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As humans we are not guaranteed tomorrow. This is not a theory, but a fact. At any moment God could decide He wants you Home and that will be that. 4 years ago, a friend of mine passed away, Luke Thompson. He was what I would consider my first real boyfriend.  He was a sophomore at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; High School and I was a freshman at Dripping Springs High School. Our point of connection was that my cousin, Allison, was dating his best friend Zach Keller. I remember our first meeting like it was yesterday. Still in my slightly awkward phase, I was  unsure how to act around boys. I was spending the night with Allison and her new boyfriend and one of his friends were coming over to watch a movie. The doorbell rang and I quickly  answered the door to see what was waiting for me on the other side. I opened the door and saw the two 6'4" boys, with perfectly triangular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, one with dark hair, Zach, the other dirty blonde, Luke. Trying hard not to drool, I briskly said, "Sorry wrong house," and closed the door. Little did I know, Luke, would be the first of many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;infatuations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; with the swimmer variety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was over before it started. I think it was more the teenage hormones than anything else that drew us towards each other. Nevertheless, we had some fun. His room was the first boy's room I'd seen other than my brother's. I remember him being a great kisser.. well as good as it could get with me having a mouth full of metal. I also remember getting lost in his enormous house. One wrong turn coming back to the game room from the bathroom and I was on the other side of the house. He came out to my house on my birthday and on other time after that. Like many high school relationships, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lasted for a hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;minuet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I'm not sure what happened... one day we were good and the next he didn't answer my phone call. When he finally did answer my call, I had some not so nice words for him. Mind you I was 15, emotionally unstable and had just given my whole heart to the guy I was sure was "Mr.Right!" I spoke to him once more over the next four years. Again, not so nice words... The first cut is the deepest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Sophomore year of college, I get a call from Allison. I missed her first call and was calling her back now.  She was not her usual self and her voice is unstable as she answered. My first question, "What are you up to?" The crack in her voice revealed that this was not a call of pleasure. My second question, "Allison, what's wrong?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ana, Luke died." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that was the last thing I heard until my boyfriend at the time came and picked me up and drove me to Austin. I didn't speak, I didn't cry, I only replayed our last conversation over and over again in my head. Anger, Hatred, Hostility, those would be the words to describe the last time I spoke to Luke. Finally, when we meet my mom I let myself go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Collapsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; into her arms, she is the only person I have ever been 100% comfortable crying with. But this emotional episode would be nothing like what was to come at Allison's house. The door opened, Allison answered and we nearly hit the floor. We stayed up the entire night... really just keeping our minds off the recent tragedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have refused to go to bed angry with anyone ever again. It still pains me to think that my last memory of Luke, someone truly easy going and would rope the moon for you if asked, is joyless. I wish I could make a mends with Luke, tell him I'm sorry for being a stupid little girl. I wish we could still be friends. I do not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; decisions I have made in the past, I can't change them. The one thing I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is not saying "I'm Sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luke would be 23 now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8695245059713441588?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8695245059713441588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8695245059713441588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8695245059713441588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8695245059713441588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-7777172938540575361</id><published>2008-09-16T14:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:47:29.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>A Taste of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I woke up yesterday morning and Fall was in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; had an unusual amount of energy on our 3 mile walk due to the brisk air and low humidity. I spent the day reading with all my windows open and fans turned on. I got the feeling like I was living on the west coast. It is still the middle of September here in Central Texas... it is not supposed to cool down until late October, early November. But the break from the hellish heat Texans know and love was welcomed. There was a more vibrant energy at work. My clients were ready and willing to do their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; workouts outdoors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I slept with my window open last night and actually had to pull up my other blanket for more warmth! That made me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The change in seasons also brings a change is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; on local department stores and boutiques. CHRISTMAS! Are you kidding me? a little drop in temperature and you are going to put out Christmas decor?? We haven't even gotten through Halloween yet. Did I miss Thanksgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-7777172938540575361?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7777172938540575361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=7777172938540575361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7777172938540575361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/7777172938540575361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/taste-of-fall.html' title='A Taste of Fall'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-4074876527611939908</id><published>2008-09-12T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:24:29.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMroSnx3BfI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2O-08ePni8/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMroSnx3BfI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2O-08ePni8/s320/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245260122639762930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;For those of you who I talk to on a regular basis know I have been having food issues lately. I'm not talking about an eating disorder or anything like that... I actually kinda wish that was the case, at least then it would be my choice not to eat meat. Instead, my stomach has developed a mind of its own and will no longer allow me to eat meat. This is very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. While in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, I had to pass up homemade fried chicken and settle for all the meatless sides instead. Then driving home today, I passed a Bill Miller's BB-Q and those of you who really know me, know that a chopped beef sandwich will turn  my frown upside down! Another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; I have encountered with my forced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vegetarianism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; is cooking for my friends. Something I love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; do all of the sudden is a huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. I can't just make everyone the same chicken enchiladas, I have to make them chicken and then make mine spinach. I love spinach, but I also love LOVE my chicken enchilada casserole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Matt took me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wildfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; last night! Which I have been wanting to go for so long... it was fabulous!! And I had so much fun! The scallops were cooked to perfection... but the entire time I was eating theses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; little sea creatures, all I could think about was how I could go for some chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parmigiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; and how I'm about to get real tired of fish real fast. So what's on the menu for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; dinner.... fish tacos!! (I have actually been craving them since last week.. so its time to make them!!! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-4074876527611939908?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4074876527611939908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=4074876527611939908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4074876527611939908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4074876527611939908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-miss.html' title='Things I Miss'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMroSnx3BfI/AAAAAAAAACo/k2O-08ePni8/s72-c/chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6626966140985584130</id><published>2008-09-11T16:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:58:26.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some recent photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmTrxI5MrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rLDkaprvO4A/s1600-h/100_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmTrxI5MrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rLDkaprvO4A/s200/100_1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244885621183951538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout thing didnt work as i had planned.. but oh well.. of to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FUN FUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmT6n38KAI/AAAAAAAAACY/pYZ06wWFL7c/s1600-h/100_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmT6n38KAI/AAAAAAAAACY/pYZ06wWFL7c/s200/100_2022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244885876394960898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmScLDjPsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CxdvGJry45w/s1600-h/100_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmScLDjPsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CxdvGJry45w/s200/100_2020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244884253751328450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6626966140985584130?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6626966140985584130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6626966140985584130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6626966140985584130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6626966140985584130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-recent-photos.html' title='some recent photos'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SMmTrxI5MrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rLDkaprvO4A/s72-c/100_1935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6589767028172878172</id><published>2008-09-10T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:40:44.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    I love being home. Living alone sometimes leads to being a bit reclusive, so when I go to my parents house I get weirded out when there are people there as soon as I wake up. Being in Dallas all week was a struggle. Not only were my parents there as soon as I woke up, but I was sleeping on my grandmother's fold out bed in the middle of the living room so, half my family was in my world as soon as I opened my eyes. I think I handled it very well, I didn't blow up on anyone or fuss about wanting to sleep later than I was being forced to wake up. I simply cracked my neck and unfolded my body out of bed, preceded to the kitchen for a cup of my Grandmire's very weak coffee and headed for the shower.&lt;br /&gt;    But now I am back in my shoe box apartment. The first thing I did was clean in my undies, changed the sheets on my bed, start my laundry, and unloaded the dishwasher! Now I'm waiting for Matt to get here with a movie! I had my alone time and am ready for the company! Home sweet Home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6589767028172878172?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6589767028172878172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6589767028172878172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6589767028172878172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6589767028172878172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6276623009468118607</id><published>2008-09-08T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:56:01.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sweet Tea and Bar-B-Q</title><content type='html'>Family time comes in all different shapes and sizes. The usual layout for my family time consists of two parents, one brother, nine cousins, one 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin, ten aunts and uncles, two grandparents and up until Saturday at noon, one great-G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;randmire&lt;/span&gt;. The face of those family gatherings is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt; than relaxing. Papaw smokes the Bar-B-Q, and Michael Wayne brews the sweet tea that is so sweet it makes your teeth hurt. It's what a picture of a Texas family should look like. &lt;div&gt;On Saturday, our number went from 25 to 24 when we lost our Great-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandmire&lt;/span&gt;. She has always been "Great-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grandmire&lt;/span&gt;" to me and my cousins, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grandmire&lt;/span&gt;" to my mom, dad, aunts and uncles, "mom" to my G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;randmire&lt;/span&gt;, "Boots" to close friends, and "Louise" to others (Come to think of it, I have never actually heard anyone call Great-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grandmire&lt;/span&gt;, Louise in all my 21 years). She might have had many names but she had one huge heart that had more love than she had time to give it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this family gathering, though more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;solemn&lt;/span&gt; than others, will be focused on the woman who started this chaos just shy of a century ago. And there will be Bar-B-Q and Sweet Tea; everyone will laugh and some will cry, but "laughter through tears is my favorite emotion!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6276623009468118607?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6276623009468118607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6276623009468118607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6276623009468118607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6276623009468118607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-tea-and-bar-b-q.html' title='Sweet Tea and Bar-B-Q'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2160622061079066966</id><published>2008-09-05T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:32:13.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;! It's not summer in Texas with out 'em. My apartment over waters the grass to keep it nice and green, so we not only have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; through the summer but also through the majority of the fall and winter. I just took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chaco&lt;/span&gt; out for a potty break and was outside for maybe 15 minuets and my legs got attacked. I'm talking the chances of me having malaria now is greater than when I was in Africa. I think I have 20 whelps on one leg.  And now they are driving me crazy... but you can't scratch them because that will just make them itch even more. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2160622061079066966?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2160622061079066966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2160622061079066966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2160622061079066966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2160622061079066966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/itchy-legs.html' title='itchy legs'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-4614351949911491980</id><published>2008-09-01T15:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:54:25.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Human Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>The Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SLxTTWyKEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/428Hn3B7CY4/s1600-h/human%2Brace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SLxTTWyKEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/428Hn3B7CY4/s320/human%2Brace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241155658350990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My new favorite sound is 15,000 sneakers hitting the ground at different times. It sounds like rain on a tin roof, another one of my favorite sounds. I finished 165,208th in the world! My time was 1:13:14. With a possible stress fracture in my right foot, I would say that was pretty good!  At 6:30PM yesterday at 6th and Congress, 15,000 Austinites  in red Human Race shirts set off to run 6.25 miles for a good cause! It was so cool to know that 24 other cities around the world were running with us! The website said that over 3 million miles were run all together! This really was The Human Race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-4614351949911491980?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4614351949911491980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=4614351949911491980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4614351949911491980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4614351949911491980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-favorite-sound-is-15000-sneakers.html' title='The Human Race'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SLxTTWyKEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/428Hn3B7CY4/s72-c/human%2Brace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-742977930747638009</id><published>2008-08-29T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:39:15.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday nite!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I get out of class at 8:15 PM and head to HEB for some last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minuet&lt;/span&gt; items to make my birthday evening even more fantastic. Arrived home around 8:45PM and hop in the shower. 9:15, Charity arrives at my apartment to finish getting ready. We then realize that it is 9:45PM and both of us are getting tired. Pushing past the urge to wash my face and call it a night with a good book and a glass of wine, we continue curling, straightening, concealing, blending and shimmering. By the time we get ready to go it is 10:45 PM. The plan was to head out to Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blanc&lt;/span&gt;, the hottest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; club in San Antonio. We then realize that we have not been to a club for a good three years and remember that it is not so cool to show up before midnight. So, we meet Angela and Katie a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kona&lt;/span&gt; Grill for their extended happy hour. 11:45PM we finally get to Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blanc&lt;/span&gt;. It was like a blast from the past, taking me back to Halloween 2005, when it was called Aruba and I tripped down the stairs due to the unforgiving shoes I was wearing. Looking around it would be safe to say that the majority of the children around me had to have a fake I.D. to get in as a minor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Charity peaces out early so she wouldn't be such a mess at work the next day and I latch on to Matt! Problem one, Matt was with DJ. Problem two, I was with DJ on my 21st birthday and it wasn't pretty. Problem three, DJ was dead set on makeing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; a repeat of last years. My mission: drink as little as possible while making DJ think I was no where near sober! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-742977930747638009?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/742977930747638009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=742977930747638009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/742977930747638009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/742977930747638009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-nite.html' title='birthday nite!!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-5656718358737599276</id><published>2008-08-28T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:04:07.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's my birthday today! WOO HOO! another year older not so much wiser! This weekend was supposed to be great but i'm not so sure of that now. I had to change my birthday plans on friday night because UT didn't get the memo that i am the center of the universe this weekend and they are having their first home game on saturday. stinking cows! but i will try to make the best of it at matt's el rancho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's also soo funnie to see who comes out of the woodworks to wish you a happy birthday on facebook. Like people i haven't spoken to all summer write "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHICK!" like we are best friends that talk everyday. don't they know i don't even talk to my best friend everyday and i still haven't heard from her yet... whatever, i don't think i even called her until the after noon on her birthday. we are bad friends which is why we are best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o yeh and i woke up yesterday with a huge zit on my chin!! happy birthday to me. there isn't enough concealer in the world that will cover this one up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-5656718358737599276?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5656718358737599276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=5656718358737599276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5656718358737599276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/5656718358737599276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-4216130200871212898</id><published>2008-08-25T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:08:42.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BERATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To scold severely or angrily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"i would berate the guy if he would answer my phone call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This doesn't even sound like a real word. But apparently it was used in the Washington post in 1981. Do people even talk like that? "I'm going to berate you!" If someone said that to me I don't think I could take them seriously. I expect this word to be written in some turn of the century novel not in everyday conversation. Perhaps I will try using it in a sentence and see what kind of reaction I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-4216130200871212898?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4216130200871212898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=4216130200871212898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4216130200871212898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4216130200871212898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-of-day.html' title='word of the day'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2338332776377211528</id><published>2008-08-24T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:59:06.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking with Irish Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    Today was epic. But before I can describe today I must describe last night. We went downtown and ended up at the pub called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doolins&lt;/span&gt;. It was a fun Irish pub… big party! So we are mingling, everyone thought it was great that we were from Texas, and I ran into this guy and as soon as he says hello I realize he is Irish. I see my PS I Love You fantasy flash before my eyes!  You know, I’m traveling and meet a really cute Irish guy who falls desperately in love with me and I with him and he asks me to marry him ... you know the story. Except, my fantasy always took place actually in Ireland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    So, anyway, we end up hanging out with him and his fellas for the rest of the night. We were having a blast… playing 1,2,3 make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;funnie&lt;/span&gt; face with the camera and what not. At the end of the night I gave him my number not realizing the fact that I would not be able to talk to him again. On the way home I realize that I don’t have my camera thinking that I left it in the cab. I look at my phone this morning and I have one new text message… it reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    “hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt; this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sean&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irish&lt;/span&gt; fella from last night. Are you missing a camera because I found one in my back pocket.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    PERFECT!!! The luck if the Irish rubbed off on me for sure!! We meet up with him and end up going on the epic hike through some mountains in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Squamish&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;funnie&lt;/span&gt; name, serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;), about 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away from Vancouver. The hike took two and a half hours to walk up and victory was ours at the peek! There are not words to describe this view. I’m talking mountains with snow caps (who knew it snowed anywhere in the middle of august?), pine trees over 100 feet below, the ocean… I was in aw.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;            We left Vancouver at 3PM and have just arrived back and it is 12 30AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;See you back in the States!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2338332776377211528?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2338332776377211528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2338332776377211528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2338332776377211528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2338332776377211528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiking-with-irish-men.html' title='Hiking with Irish Men'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-2901012364108612531</id><published>2008-08-24T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:56:52.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random sports thought</title><content type='html'>While watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olympics&lt;/span&gt; in Vancouver, veronica and I came up with some interesting questions and conclusions about sports. The first and most important question we spent a good 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; debating was who thought up these events. Not the normal events like running track, swimming, shot put or high jump… everyone wants to know how much farther they can jump or throw than someone else and everyone wants to see how much faster they are compared to another. These sports make sense, the fittest, the fastest and the strongest wins the medal. But then there are sports like the pole vault. Who thought up this as a competitive sport? I imagine that the person who invented this  had a thought processes along these lines,&lt;br /&gt;   “I am going to run with a very long stick, shove it into a hole and hoist myself over another stick that is placed very high over my head. I am then going to try this and see how many other idiots I can convince to try and bet me.”&lt;br /&gt;   This man/woman must have been broke and needed a quick way to make money, so he gambled with his friends on something he knew he could do.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is water polo. This sport is over 100 years old. After evaluating this sport during the semi-final game, US v. Hungary, it is basically soccer with your hands while swimming and being timed to make the goal before the shoot timer goes off much like basketball. Let me re-cap, we have soccer, swimming and basketball all combined into one sport.&lt;br /&gt;   And my favorite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT?? Ballet/twirling/flips… I am in no way saying that these men and women are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;athletes&lt;/span&gt;. Its takes a lot of sweat, training and injuries to achieve this level of competition, all I am saying is what, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exact ally&lt;/span&gt;, is the criteria of an Olympic sport? And if just any sport can be an Olympic Sport then I motion to include Skip-It as an official Olympic sport in the 2012 Olympics in London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-2901012364108612531?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2901012364108612531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=2901012364108612531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2901012364108612531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/2901012364108612531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-watching-olympics-in-vancouver.html' title='random sports thought'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-1451375081109877215</id><published>2008-08-22T01:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:47:27.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UBC'/><title type='text'>Canada Eh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SK5a7Biw0zI/AAAAAAAAABA/2tyYYqG6M9E/s1600-h/100_1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SK5a7Biw0zI/AAAAAAAAABA/2tyYYqG6M9E/s320/100_1909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237223386751488818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Canada... so far we have been up town, downtown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinatown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gastown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yaletown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;. we have also gotten lost on the bus system and ended up west of town. this would not have been so bad had we not been on a time schedule trying to make it back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; (university of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;british&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;colombia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;) for the Jack Johnson concert. which i might add was amazing!!! we have walked more blocks than i can count and have done pretty well with the direction thing. something many of you know i have HUGE issues with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;we are staying at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; in some student apartments that they rent out during the summer. this campus is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AAAmazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;! (mom~ why didn't you make me go to evergreen??? it's just a ferry ride away from this paradise) anyway, this might be on my list of possible places to move post graduation. we over heard some people talking the other day saying that it has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;outrageously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; hot the past few days.. 30* C! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; 86* F... what i would give for 86* in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;texas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm trying to pick up the local lingo by dropping my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; and ending the majority of my sentences with EH?!? i have found that this can be used as a question or just because you are really excited!! or you could use it like me and just put it after everything you say. O and if anyone asks what we are doing here, we are on "holiday" not "vacation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1ce12fdbeaf2f03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1ce12fdbeaf2f03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303905%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25945DB839E39EF7D1D8727183F84DE6EE30450A.14055F92759F46A2B1613DD9A071ED073B16831F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1ce12fdbeaf2f03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXxH2l17x8YD4mmnuQn_uzYAfplY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1ce12fdbeaf2f03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330303905%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25945DB839E39EF7D1D8727183F84DE6EE30450A.14055F92759F46A2B1613DD9A071ED073B16831F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1ce12fdbeaf2f03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXxH2l17x8YD4mmnuQn_uzYAfplY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Jack Johnson Concert in Vancouver, CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;this is a little clip of my personal favorite song of the night! you can hear me singing in the back ground!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough for tonight eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-1451375081109877215?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f1ce12fdbeaf2f03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1451375081109877215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=1451375081109877215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1451375081109877215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/1451375081109877215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/canada-eh.html' title='Canada Eh?!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SK5a7Biw0zI/AAAAAAAAABA/2tyYYqG6M9E/s72-c/100_1909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8097159765719868364</id><published>2008-08-20T05:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:20:07.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>5 o' clock AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKvsgV99cVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRT-OBEI_bQ/s1600-h/morning+coffee+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKvsgV99cVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRT-OBEI_bQ/s320/morning+coffee+large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236539032145326418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning coffee is a funnie thing. Take that back, mornings are a funnie thing. some people wake up and are ready to hit the ground running, others ease into the morning; knowing they must set there alarm clock 15 mins before they really have to wake just so they can hit the snooze button twice. i would fit into the catagory of, i don't do mornings and when i do it requires 16 oz of water, 3 jumbo cups of coffee, yogurt and no communication of any kind until half past 9. nevertheless, i am up and awake at 5AM sitting at the airport waiting on my flight to vancouver, observing other's morning rituals. there is the person who thinks they are addicted to coffee but in reality their drink order takes 2 breaths to say therefore drowning the taste of the coffee all together, the families with the children whose normal body clock is awake at 5AM wanting breakfast, making dunkin donuts the ideal choice... good plan parents give the kids sugar before they bored an 8 hour internaitonal flight, the honeymooning couple who probably haven't slept in a good 48 hours but still can't get enough of each other, the flight staff who do this everyday, and countless other types of people who all do their mornings differently. and of course i am the college student that looks half dead but has the energy to get down the first cup of coffee, turn on the mac, check facebook and then blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a fantastic day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8097159765719868364?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8097159765719868364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8097159765719868364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8097159765719868364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8097159765719868364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-o-clock-am.html' title='5 o&apos; clock AM'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKvsgV99cVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fRT-OBEI_bQ/s72-c/morning+coffee+large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-3856323546185095946</id><published>2008-08-19T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:37:35.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKsd95pEi6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hK8wYUhbuBA/s1600-h/wp1_800x600+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKsd95pEi6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hK8wYUhbuBA/s320/wp1_800x600+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236311941030644642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just received notice that twilight the movie will be released NOVEMBER 21ST!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have currently started rereading the series and am loving just as much, maybe more than, as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rekindling&lt;/span&gt; my relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cullen&lt;/span&gt; has yet again left me disturbed that creatures such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; do not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exists&lt;/span&gt;.  i do feel sorry for those guys out there that really do try.. ever since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; hit the book stands, every girl's standards were raised to a new bar. mine especially! requirements now include watching me sleep, putting me in danger only to save me later, surfacing in my room and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dazzling&lt;/span&gt;/smoldering topaz eyes (mind reading wouldn't be so bad either.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on a more normal note... the countdown to NOV 21st has started and i am ecstatic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-3856323546185095946?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3856323546185095946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=3856323546185095946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3856323546185095946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/3856323546185095946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKsd95pEi6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/hK8wYUhbuBA/s72-c/wp1_800x600+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-8724034291633660346</id><published>2008-08-17T12:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:38:50.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael phelps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>8 FOR 8!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKhmltzgfBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6YL1w7dKdvk/s1600-h/michaelphelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKhmltzgfBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6YL1w7dKdvk/s320/michaelphelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235547364955028498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it's never been done before!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelphelps.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phelps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; has won 8 gold medals at the 08/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 8 medals in 8 events in the 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; month of the 2008 year. i guess the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; belief of the lucky number 8 has proven to be true for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;phelps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. who ever that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; was that said it couldn't be done is choking on his own words. the french are flabbergasted about what went down in the 400 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; is yet again at a lose for words. if only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; had cried during his 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and final medal ceremony, it would have completed my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; experience. i mean come on, this guy has just made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;olympic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; history and he doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; a single tear??? even i teared up and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; not a big on crying. hopefully he will get home and it will all sink in and he will just lose it. and hopefully his words will come back to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; MICHAEL PHELPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-8724034291633660346?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8724034291633660346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=8724034291633660346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8724034291633660346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/8724034291633660346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-for-8.html' title='8 FOR 8!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKhmltzgfBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6YL1w7dKdvk/s72-c/michaelphelps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-6401293929521238455</id><published>2008-08-15T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:23:53.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio... Over It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKW7oBm6UKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0AlH8odoPcE/s1600-h/card17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKW7oBm6UKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0AlH8odoPcE/s320/card17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234796438188871842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days away I thought I would like getting back into my swing of things. Waking up and just being able to ease into the morning rather than have a 6 years old at my house at 7:30AM jump starting my day, skipping coffee and wanting to play. Not that I don't love that 6 year old with all my heart, he's my nephew, but 7:30AM is a little early for his late sleeping aunt. I thought I would be ready to get back to work but that turned into feeling more like prison than a job. The birthday party I was excited about going to last night ended up coming in second to a hot shower and reading Love in a Time of Cholera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was excited about starting the fall semester. I had a great job possibility and  3 classes left before  graduating... who wouldn't be excited about that. Then the job fell through and those three night classes have become a nuisance. I need to find something new to get me excited about being in San Antonio but the more I think about it the more I am just over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-6401293929521238455?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6401293929521238455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=6401293929521238455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6401293929521238455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/6401293929521238455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/san-antonio-over-it.html' title='San Antonio... Over It!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/SKW7oBm6UKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0AlH8odoPcE/s72-c/card17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-4292430714232928561</id><published>2008-08-11T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:32:46.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Today was fantastic! Woke up , had my coffee, went shopping and found the greatest vintage clothing store! Katie and I tried on lots of funny dresses and some that were super cute too! Then lunch with Karalea!! I didn't realize how much I missed her! She makes me smile from the inside out! Then we went to to beach. Tom Shank met up with us and we were all kind of lazy for around 4 hours; falling in and out of sleep, reading, talking... The sun was hiding behind some clouds so it was a little chilly. But my new favorite feeling is wearing my sweatshirt over my bikini!! I don't know why.. maybe because they just aren't supposed to go together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the sun finally came out and we stated getting silly. We took some epic photos of our shadows! The sun can just change everything!! I think I have found my sunny place. Being here is just satisfying! Good people, Good food, and good fun! Graduation doesn't look so bad when the phrase "when i graduate.." is followed by, "i'm moving to santa barbara!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-4292430714232928561?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4292430714232928561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=4292430714232928561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4292430714232928561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/4292430714232928561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624655797219144985.post-917561315231168617</id><published>2008-08-10T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:51:28.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm here in nuevo, california... this place just makes you feel good!! I wish I could stay here longer but we have to continue our journey to Santa Barbra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are somethings you should know about me before reading my blog. &lt;br /&gt;1) I spell like a 2nd grader &lt;br /&gt;2) I tend to be inappropriate &lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a little crazy and it is sometimes hard to turn my crazy brain off &lt;br /&gt;4) if you have questions, comments, concerns or violent objects to anything, I welcome them all with an open mind!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624655797219144985-917561315231168617?l=asunnyplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/feeds/917561315231168617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6624655797219144985&amp;postID=917561315231168617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/917561315231168617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624655797219144985/posts/default/917561315231168617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asunnyplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-hey-hey.html' title='hey hey hey!!!'/><author><name>analou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065211112010471704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbWcJYR6TgE/TBeZ0JOuLnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P7FxuSykcdc/S220/29185_432546296398_560991398_6055484_234214_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
