<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 02:01:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>the blog of carolynpepsi</title><description>insight into the life and times of carolynpepsi</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7351517578210414075</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-08T14:42:11.307-07:00</atom:updated><title>October 08, 2010</title><description>Carolyn: the satrs at night are big and bright&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Satyrs?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: The Goat-men?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: seriously - have you seen them at night? you can't miss them&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Deep in the heart of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Oh, forgot the clapping.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: *clap clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7351517578210414075?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/october-08-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2400531699853395934</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T20:53:43.032-07:00</atom:updated><title>elucidate</title><description>e·lu·ci·date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to make lucid or clear; throw light upon; explain: an explanation that elucidated his recent strange behavior.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to provide clarification; explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2400531699853395934?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/elucidate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5917763204007869032</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2010 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-02T17:45:34.217-07:00</atom:updated><title>Academic Pandemic</title><description>Maybe I will try this whole blogging thing again. It's insightful. So, my exciting week . . . Starting my new semester of school wherein I need to finish my science presentations and then it's math math math. I like tests better than writing projects. I am always at a loss for words. The current science presentation I am working on is about the 1918 influenza pandemic. I have to write about two scientific phenomenons that scientists learned from that experience. I know we learned that it was a virus that caused it, as opposed to the belief at that time that it bacterial. We've learned much more about the virus since then, but I can't think of a second thing that was learned as a result. I may need to split it. Discuss that we first learned it was a virus and hen what has been discovered about that particular virus. After that I am doing a presentation on the tropical rainforest biome that is the Amazon. I have to discuss the impact of humans on this area and what we can do to counter the negative effects. Very environmental. I was able to watch the jungle episode of Planet Earth which made me happy. Luckily there was only one animal killing and Captain Geo helped to edit it for me. I hope to someday watch the rest. After those to assignments, I get to do a science project. I haven't decided what to do yet, but I am really looking forward to it. Much funsies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5917763204007869032?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/academic-pandemic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-912308753832058478</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-14T11:46:11.214-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/14/1316.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/14/s_1316.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-912308753832058478?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/08/well-see-what-happens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3418419721911616514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T18:28:53.769-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I rue the day I showed Captain Geo "Revenge of the Nerds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3418419721911616514?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/i-rue-day-i-showed-captain-geo-revenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6761736152155612881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-10T11:38:46.817-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Why don't I live in Canada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6761736152155612881?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/why-dont-i-live-in-canada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3013152595513238681</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T10:12:32.442-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>This morning there was a ginormous spider in the dog water bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/05/1243.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/05/s_1243.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/05/1244.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/05/s_1244.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3013152595513238681?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/this-morning-there-was-ginormous-spider.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6683651954621114849</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T22:24:40.322-07:00</atom:updated><title>2010-06-17</title><description>Yesterday captain geo and I put together a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/17/2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/17/s_2314.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6683651954621114849?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3289214147596251492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T22:25:16.289-07:00</atom:updated><title>2020-06-10</title><description>The Goos made me a birthday shirt. It is sooooooo cute. Here I am wearing it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/10/1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/10/s_1940.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/10/1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/10/s_1941.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it very very much! Thank you to the Goos for such a wonderful present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3289214147596251492?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2020-06-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2815276605157726519</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T22:26:36.508-07:00</atom:updated><title>2010-06-08</title><description>My job makes life surreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo the product of my weekend is this: http://jlewislaw.com. I got the okay from the boss about it. There are some things I maybe want to reconfigure. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/s_106.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted - even though I did not want to. I accidentally stole one of their pens. We went to a fire station, but unfortunately there were no firemen in sight - only old ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/s_107.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/s_108.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo made me the sushis. Yum yum yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2815276605157726519?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5869488073234584668</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-07T15:19:36.919-07:00</atom:updated><title>2010-06-07</title><description>I wish technology would hurry up and get me a machine that gets me showered and dressed and made-up while I snooze for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my "computer genius" status because of WordPerfect, my arch nemesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5869488073234584668?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3432027770315031767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-07T15:14:52.611-07:00</atom:updated><title>2010-06-06</title><description>Making websites makes me feel isolated and grouchy. I'm looking at you, wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a moment today (ahem, yesterday) where the ambiance was perfect for how I think life should feel. Dusk. Slightly overcast. Cool breeze. Grass. Trees. Safe environment. Captain Geo. I wish everyday was like that. It was like a scene from a movie from the 70s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Up In The Air the other night. I liked it, but was disappointed. The dynamic of some parts reminded me of that Topher Grace/Dennis Quaid/Scarlett Johanson flickity-flick. I can't remember the name, but I think I'll type about it until I do. I think it starts with an O. With the word out. They drop baked ziti. He talks about synergy or something like unto synergy. She has a tennis racket. That's all I've got. Now I must look it up . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/s_309.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my whole O theory was found to be rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/s_2333.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/06/s_2334.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all of the hamsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not receive my panda as quickly as was promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want eight kids so that penguins will meet me at the airport . . . watching Kate Plus 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3432027770315031767?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6161003205602078067</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T20:18:34.538-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bye-Yum Pum Pum</title><description>With some of my birthday monies I bought myself The Happiest Millionaire movie and soundtrack. Listening to the soundtrack makes me want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was puppy bath night. I get so soaking wet that I can almost say that I had a bath too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the trailer for Ramona and Beezus. I'm disappointed because the thing I liked best about the Ramona books was how it was easy to identify with her character. In this they make her seem weirdish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see Dispicable Me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Do you want a fish friend in a giant suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6161003205602078067?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/bye-yum-pum-pum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1549810287251443618</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T09:05:46.762-07:00</atom:updated><title>May I Say Goodbye? May, I Say Goodbye</title><description>I just wanted to get the title up before I forgot about it. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1549810287251443618?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/may-i-say-goodbye-may-i-say-goodbye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-286243921395344809</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-01T00:12:53.244-07:00</atom:updated><title>My birthday!!!!!!</title><description>My birthday!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the cutest hair. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell drive-thru for midnight birthday burritos. And a cherry limeade. Mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Angus is closed for goods. I have never known such sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Cute hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/981.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_981.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/982.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_982.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is wake up time. The Captain is making a birthday doughnut run. Glaaaaaaazzzzzzzze. Pink frosting with sprinkles. Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog about food a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday Weldon and I will have "special time" - which is when he sits on my lap and I rub his tummy and tell him what a good dog he is. Dexter will give me 31 ah-rooooos. Millie will give me extra goat stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep at 3 and got up at 9. I needs a berfday nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good nap. That was a good nap. There was no shame in that nap. With puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get de-licious sushi, but it was closed for the holiday. Plans have changed to BJs . . . pizookies . . . mmmmmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quip of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do something I think, "What would Captain Geo do?" . . . Actually I think, "Would Captain Geo 'yell' at me for doing this thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of words that rhyme with route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target is more conducive to birthday happiness that Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain was a trooper for our  extended Target trip. I got a puzzle to do. And Geo is the Bop-It master.  And we reenacted the Jack Rabbit Slim's Twist Contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/01/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/01/s_13.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/01/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/01/s_14.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-286243921395344809?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/my-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-27365094201295012</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T10:26:00.485-07:00</atom:updated><title>FOTC2</title><description>On our way to Flight of the Conchords . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_41.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_1981.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_1983.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved loved loved the concert. We got to see Kristen Schaal, Arj Barker, &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; Eugene Mirman. (Edited for name spelling quality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_2622.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/2624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_2624.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_0.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-27365094201295012?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/fotc2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1053248159383764370</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-31T10:27:29.455-07:00</atom:updated><title>Corned Beef and Cabbage</title><description>Making corned beef and cabbage for my birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_850.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have some puppies who are making themselves useful in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_851.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_852.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my playlist for corned beef and cabbage making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_853.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_854.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_861.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_862.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_863.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_864.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_865.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_869.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_870.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_871.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_872.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/30/s_874.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1053248159383764370?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/corned-beef-and-cabbage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5013598777378352856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-29T08:29:37.322-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reasoning</title><description>If my life were a bit more exciting, I might blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/28/1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/28/s_1999.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5013598777378352856?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/reasoning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1780937265127659093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-26T22:22:58.703-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Frolicsome Leap</title><description>Nancy: what does caper mean&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: as in the great muppet caper&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: or carnival capers&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: plan&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: ?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: to pull off a plan&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: ?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: 1 : a frolicsome leap; 2 : a capricious escapade : prank; 3 : an illegal or questionable act; especially : theft&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: we were trying to figure out how to translate it and i didnt' want to look it up&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: how do you translate a frolicsome leap?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: ?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: i don't get that one&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: prank is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I watched a DVD was in Ms. Ehler's science class in eighth grade. Circa 1992. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1780937265127659093?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/frolicsome-leap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4523071820670502814</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-26T00:15:35.584-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yawn-asaurus</title><description>Why does Honky Tonk Woman play everyday? Even sung by Billy Joel, it still drives me a little nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to receive free priority mail flate rate envelopes from the post office . . . enjoying simple, and somewhat dorky, pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to bed on laundry night because I get to wear my favorite jammies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4523071820670502814?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/yawn-asaurus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2514921649457283597</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-24T16:50:49.096-07:00</atom:updated><title>Foiled</title><description>Geoffrey: When you come home-a-saurus?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: soon i think&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Do you want Hobo dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: yes yes yes yes yes eyes= yesssss&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: jon was talking about making one last week and i've been craving it since&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: he calls them foil dinners and is offended if you say hobo dinner&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: That's funny&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: I guess it's probably less insensitive to call it a foil dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: poor hobos&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2514921649457283597?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/foiled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8975633545288743534</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-23T15:56:07.077-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quoth He</title><description>Going to make a book blog, but until then, quotes go here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You’re a blighted being, and decidedly cross today because you can’t sit in the lap of luxury all the time. Poor dear, just wait till I make my fortune, and you shall revel in carriages and ice cream and high-heeled slippers, and posies, and red-headed boys to dance with."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor Meg seldom complained, but a sense of injustice made her feel bitter toward everyone sometimes, for she had not yet learned to know how rich she was in the blessings which alone can make life happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreshadowing? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was lined with books, and there were pictures and statues, and distracting little cabinets full of coins and curiosities, and Sleepy Hollow chairs, and queer tables, and bronzes, and best of all, a great open fireplace with quaint tiles all round it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a Sleepy Hollow chair, I wonder. Perhaps I would need to read The Legend of Sleepy Hollow to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jo heard Amy panting after her run, stamping her feet and blowing on her fingers as she tried to put her skates on, but Jo never turned and went slowly zigzagging down the river, taking a bitter, unhappy sort of satisfaction in her sister’s troubles. She had cherished her anger till it grew strong and took possession of her, as evil thoughts and feelings always do unless cast out at once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a quaint little thunderstorm when I was outside earlier. It reminded me of It's a Small World when you go through the Hawaiian part . . . or maybe the part on the train ride when you go by the dinosaurs . . . some ride at Disneyland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Have regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life become a beautiful success, in spite of poverty."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8975633545288743534?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/quoth-he.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5636185014907463148</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-23T15:57:05.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Reddy</title><description>Watching as my hair turns red . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's Sunday, but I am trying to think of stuff to blog from Saturday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target. Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goo won 2nd place in a contest for writing a book. It's such a cute book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Women quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Where’s the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I’m pretty or not?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dyed my hair red, as I mentioned above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5636185014907463148?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/i-reddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3365981244642060634</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-21T22:28:59.666-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wana Wana WA Wana Wa</title><description>The title is what my iPhone alarm sounds like - that and a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish taco bell was open at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would like to find a little hole in the ground for a while. Thank you, Billy Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free starbucks because they thought I had to wait too long. I tried to argue, but to know avail. Happy Friday. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/s_838.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a search in the garage and voilà:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/s_1945.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also my favorite bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/s_1949.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a mini duffel bag. It's great for travel. I used it when we went to London. I was in charge of the money and important documents and I kept them safely in the bag. I wanted to bring it to Hawaii, but I couldn't find it then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Little Women on my iPhone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/21/s_2041.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is going to read it too. We're going to have a reading blog - like this one: &lt;a href="http://theblogthewitchandthewardrobe.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Blog, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3365981244642060634?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/wana-wana-wa-wana-wa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4657686165581818377</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-20T20:22:51.832-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sigh Sigh Sigh . . . Sigh Sigh</title><description>Today's blog brought to you in part by your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my cell phone, I can make the caller ID say whatever I want. I want it to say "YOUR MOM," but I think it might disappoint people when it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just figured out how to use caps lock on the iPhone. Will wonders never cease? I've know it could do it, but I was too lazy to figure out how. CAPS CAPS CAPS CAPS CAPS . . . CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day where you have grape juice in your hair is probably not going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:46 AM&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I are reading Little Women at the same time. I read it back in 03 or 04 when we were in Provo. I'm reading it on my phone, but I would like to find my copy - it's somewhere in the garage. I think I blogged about it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49 AM&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Toni Braxton, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;Listening to "Then He Kissed Me" - it make me want to watch Adventures in Babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather share a bathroom with strangers than with people I kind of know - it makes me nervous. (i.e. I don't like using the restroom at work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;An email from March 8th just made it's way to my inbox today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:46 PM&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: goo and cass both said&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: mom, i don't like the color of your pants&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: but we still love you&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: ???&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: what color are your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: light tan&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: well there's your problem&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: =0P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i can't wear capris . . . it's the ankles&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i showed geo someone with large ankles wearing capris and he agreed that it was a good decision for me not to wear them&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: that's sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4657686165581818377?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (carolynpepsi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
