<?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-6718915</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:23.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog of carolynpepsi</title><subtitle type='html'>insight into the life and times of carolynpepsi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7351517578210414075</id><published>2010-10-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:42:11.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 08, 2010</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7351517578210414075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/october-08-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7351517578210414075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7351517578210414075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/october-08-2010.html' title='October 08, 2010'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2400531699853395934</id><published>2010-10-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:53:43.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elucidate</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/+elucidate' title='elucidate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2400531699853395934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/elucidate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2400531699853395934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2400531699853395934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/elucidate.html' title='elucidate'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5917763204007869032</id><published>2010-10-02T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:45:34.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Pandemic</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5917763204007869032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/academic-pandemic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5917763204007869032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5917763204007869032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/10/academic-pandemic.html' title='Academic Pandemic'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-912308753832058478</id><published>2010-08-14T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:46:11.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/912308753832058478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/08/well-see-what-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/912308753832058478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/912308753832058478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/08/well-see-what-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3418419721911616514</id><published>2010-07-20T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:28:53.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3418419721911616514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/i-rue-day-i-showed-captain-geo-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6761736152155612881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/why-dont-i-live-in-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6761736152155612881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6761736152155612881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/why-dont-i-live-in-canada.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3013152595513238681</id><published>2010-07-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:12:32.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3013152595513238681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/this-morning-there-was-ginormous-spider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3013152595513238681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3013152595513238681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/07/this-morning-there-was-ginormous-spider.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6683651954621114849</id><published>2010-06-17T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:24:40.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-06-17</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6683651954621114849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6683651954621114849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6683651954621114849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-17.html' title='2010-06-17'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3289214147596251492</id><published>2010-06-10T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:25:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2020-06-10</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3289214147596251492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2020-06-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3289214147596251492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3289214147596251492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2020-06-10.html' title='2020-06-10'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2815276605157726519</id><published>2010-06-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:26:36.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-06-08</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2815276605157726519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2815276605157726519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2815276605157726519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-09.html' title='2010-06-08'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5869488073234584668</id><published>2010-06-07T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:19:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-06-07</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5869488073234584668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5869488073234584668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5869488073234584668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-07.html' title='2010-06-07'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3432027770315031767</id><published>2010-06-06T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:14:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-06-06</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3432027770315031767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3432027770315031767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3432027770315031767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/2010-06-06.html' title='2010-06-06'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6161003205602078067</id><published>2010-06-04T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:18:34.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Yum Pum Pum</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6161003205602078067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/bye-yum-pum-pum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6161003205602078067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6161003205602078067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/bye-yum-pum-pum.html' title='Bye-Yum Pum Pum'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1549810287251443618</id><published>2010-06-01T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:05:46.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Say Goodbye? May, I Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1549810287251443618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/may-i-say-goodbye-may-i-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1549810287251443618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1549810287251443618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/06/may-i-say-goodbye-may-i-say-goodbye.html' title='May I Say Goodbye? May, I Say Goodbye'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-286243921395344809</id><published>2010-05-31T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:12:53.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/286243921395344809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/286243921395344809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/286243921395344809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!!!!!!'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-27365094201295012</id><published>2010-05-30T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:26:00.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTC2</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/27365094201295012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/fotc2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/27365094201295012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/27365094201295012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/fotc2.html' title='FOTC2'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1053248159383764370</id><published>2010-05-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:27:29.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corned Beef and Cabbage</title><content type='html'>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 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/&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1053248159383764370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/corned-beef-and-cabbage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1053248159383764370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1053248159383764370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/corned-beef-and-cabbage.html' title='Corned Beef and Cabbage'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5013598777378352856</id><published>2010-05-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T08:29:37.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasoning</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1780937265127659093</id><published>2010-05-26T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:22:58.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frolicsome Leap</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1780937265127659093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/frolicsome-leap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1780937265127659093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1780937265127659093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/frolicsome-leap.html' title='A Frolicsome Leap'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4523071820670502814</id><published>2010-05-25T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:15:35.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn-asaurus</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4523071820670502814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/yawn-asaurus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4523071820670502814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4523071820670502814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/yawn-asaurus.html' title='Yawn-asaurus'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2514921649457283597</id><published>2010-05-24T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:50:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foiled</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2514921649457283597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/foiled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2514921649457283597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2514921649457283597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/foiled.html' title='Foiled'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8975633545288743534</id><published>2010-05-23T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:56:07.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoth He</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8975633545288743534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/quoth-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8975633545288743534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8975633545288743534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/quoth-he.html' title='Quoth He'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5636185014907463148</id><published>2010-05-22T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:57:05.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Reddy</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5636185014907463148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/i-reddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5636185014907463148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5636185014907463148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/i-reddy.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Reddy'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3365981244642060634</id><published>2010-05-21T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:28:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wana Wana WA Wana Wa</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3365981244642060634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/wana-wana-wa-wana-wa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3365981244642060634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3365981244642060634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/wana-wana-wa-wana-wa.html' title='Wana Wana WA Wana Wa'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4657686165581818377</id><published>2010-05-20T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:22:51.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh Sigh Sigh . . . Sigh Sigh</title><content type='html'>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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4657686165581818377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4657686165581818377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4657686165581818377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh.html' title='Sigh Sigh Sigh . . . Sigh Sigh'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2349046110417904739</id><published>2010-05-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:27:11.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>My song for the day: Pressure. That is what I will name my post. So it shall be written, so it shall be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:37 PM &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to meditate, but I still attempted it for peace and perspective. I just pictured how small I am in the whole universe. And I breathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:40 PM &lt;br /&gt;I found my chapstick under my desk. mmmmmmmm burt's bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:41 PM &lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Charlotte's Web. Weldon reminds me of Wilbur. I want to sing to him: There must be something more to us than you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:23 PM &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jon had me try to configure a wireless mouse. I put batteries in and 30 minutes later, after having no luck setting it up because the company is nonexistent and therefore there are no available drivers, the battery made a sizzling sound and oozed out some kind of liquid which got all over inside the battery compartment. Upon telling this to Jon, he asked me to try it again. What the what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:03 PM &lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm chicken pot pie soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Flight of the Conchords in preparation for their concert on the 30th. Funsies.&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/6718915-2349046110417904739?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2349046110417904739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2349046110417904739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2349046110417904739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-146851922754160192</id><published>2010-05-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:13:33.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Score</title><content type='html'>And the results are in . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Final Score: Meets requirement&lt;br /&gt;Overall comments: Excellent work was done. An understanding of the revisions process is evident. The submission meets task requirements. Thanks!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea-asaurus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving for two minutes downtown, I never ever want to drive again. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/s_895.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/18/s_896.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blerg! People are still sending this?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THIS TOOK TWO PAGES OF THE TUESDAY USA TODAY - IT IS FOR REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends, I do not usually forward messages, but this is from my friend Pearl Sandborn and she really is an attorney. If she says that this will work - It will work. After all, What have you got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an attorney, And I know the law. This thing is for real. Rest assured AOL and Intel will follow through with their promises for fear of facing a multimillion-dollar class action suit similar to the one filed by Pepsi Co against General Electric not too long a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends: Please do not take this for a junk letter. Bill Gates sharing his fortune. If you ignore this, You will repent later. Microsoft and AOL are now the largest Internet companies and in an effort to make sure that Internet Explorer remains the most widely used program, Microsoft and AOL are running an e-mail beta test. When you forward this e-mail to friends, Microsoft can and will track it (If you are a Microsoft Windows user) For a two weeks time period. For every person that you forward this e-mail to, Microsoft will pay you $245.00 For every person that you sent it to that forwards it on, Microsoft will pay you $243.00 and for every third person that receives it, You will be paid $241.00. Within two weeks, Microsoft will contact you for your address and then send you a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards. Charles S Bailey Genera l Manager Field Operations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-800-842-2332 Ext.. 1085 or 904-1085 or RNX 292-1085&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this was a scam myself, But two weeks after receiving this e-mail and for warding it on. Microsoft contacted me for my address and within days, I received a check for $24,800.00. You need to respond before the beta testing is over. If anyone can afford this, Bill Gates is the man. It's all marketing expense to him. Please forward this to as many people as possible. You are bound to get at least $10,000.00 We're not going to help them out with their e-mail beta test without getting a little something for our time. My brother's girlfriend got in on this a few months ago. When I went to visit him for the Baylor/UT game, she showed me her check. It was for the sum of $4,324.44 and was stamped .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom was stamped 'Paid In Full'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just flipped the calendar from April to May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moody today. Considered yourself warned. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: kids were singing the bare necessities&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: and they sang &lt;br /&gt;Nancy: a bear with sesames&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: that's cute&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: a simple bear with sesames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching an old SNL with Justin Timberlake . . . I hope a third thing doesn't happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted on my poll - I chose the puppy photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm I love a delicious melty reeses peanut butter cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-146851922754160192?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/146851922754160192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/final-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/146851922754160192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/146851922754160192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/final-score.html' title='Final Score'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7424522320071978654</id><published>2010-05-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:44:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy Days</title><content type='html'>I have missed wearing my Doc Martens - even though they're a size too small and this isn't 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anti one way streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: "Disney revealed that the closing dates for its 20-year-old Star Tours ride would be July 27 (Disneyland) and September 8 (Walt Disney World). But don't fret too much, young padawans, as the Star Tours rides are set to be replaced with a much grander, much more modern 3D pod racing version in May 2011."&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: CLOSING closing?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: They're being redone.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: =0[&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: No sad.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: =0|&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: =0]&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: but i don't like it&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: It will "re-open in 2011 as Star Tours II. The updated ride system will consist of a High Definition, Disney Real-D 3D screen, an improved motion simulator as well as several other special effects. A short teaser trailer was shown at the expo featuring a Podracing scene similar to that from Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace. An accompanying teaser picture depicted an orange-colored 'StarSpeeder 1000' spacecraft."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in double-spacing after periods. It's so archaic. But I did it for the good of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: I think my paraphrasians are self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: That's not even a word.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: According to dictionary.com, it is a paraphraser&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: So you didn't use it right.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: No I didn't, but you hate that it's a word, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest thing I have ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="263" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/21dr53t.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give snacks to seagulls. Actually they chase me down when I have french fries . . . but not kettle corn. Very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the fourth task of my research paper - the research paper I have been working on since November. Blerg. Now, if I pass this task, I then proceed to revise and revise and spiffy and spiffy to make it into a real nice final submission. I can honestly say I have never worked so hard on a school assignment - but that's not a stretch. =0] I am just glad I have stuck to it. My goal is to be a teacher - and it feels so far away, but I am making progress. I can say I really learned how to write an actual factual research paper. Rorg. Now I celebrate with How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory (if they're new). Yea for me! =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yea they're new!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7424522320071978654?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7424522320071978654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/hazy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7424522320071978654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7424522320071978654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/hazy-days.html' title='Hazy Days'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/21dr53t_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2486722714068052110</id><published>2010-05-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:08:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object class="BLOG_video_class" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="491" id="BLOG_video-de473b0d770a1d5d" width="371"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dde473b0d770a1d5d%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1276216237%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D55032939F6AA3BDEC86227DAE4992AF5A78B80E0.4DA8AC21F6558F9360D5F2E6F256500E458EFD37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde473b0d770a1d5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSG52hh5cfpPWMy_CR1b_voxfTkA&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="371" height="491" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dde473b0d770a1d5d%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1276216237%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D55032939F6AA3BDEC86227DAE4992AF5A78B80E0.4DA8AC21F6558F9360D5F2E6F256500E458EFD37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde473b0d770a1d5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSG52hh5cfpPWMy_CR1b_voxfTkA&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spell check is not working. I wrote something to the effect of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lsdhkfjklzsdhf sfdjlh kfhsfjkdhg sjhfsd  djhf sdf gskdh jkhg asdg g adidhaidh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only "misspelled" word was "g"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repairing Microsoft Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Fol Chen - No Wedding Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bmEt6n5MrM&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata%20"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bmEt6n5MrM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bmEt6n5MrM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" 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href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/sat-15-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3706875808829533649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3706875808829533649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/sat-15-may.html' title='Blinky Eyes'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' 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It doesn't fit now that I have started blogging daily, but I still like it. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2000 . . . Working at the orthopaedic office - which was fun. I can't think of really anything else I did that year . . . But nine years ago, I went to London with Jon and Nancy. That was exciting. I think I had a mundane year in 2000. 2001 was much more interesting. That was when I took impromptu road trips with Penny, met Captain Geo, and moved to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five snacks I enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rice with Worcestershire Sauce "Worcester Soup"&lt;br /&gt;2. Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;3. Kettle Corn&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie or Disneyland Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheese and Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the real world:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't really understand what should go here, but I'll do my best)&lt;br /&gt;1. . . . I should be doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. . . . I wish I could take my little doggies everywhere - like I want to be able to shrink them down so that no one will even be aware that I have them.&lt;br /&gt;3. . . . I want to sew.&lt;br /&gt;4. . . . I want to have a craft group with my friends - where we all get together and sew or crochet or scrapbook or whatever while we hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;5. . . . I think 2 hours is too big of a commitment, so I don't watch movies as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hope that I could keep it secret so that I wouldn't end up like that poor lottery winner in Florida =0[&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to live not like a billionaire - more like upper middle class - like the CEO of Zappos who doesn't take a CEO-like salary&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel, travel, travel, travel, travel, travel, travel . . . travel&lt;br /&gt;4. Build a bunch of houses on a cul de sac where my family and friends could all live and have tonsies of funsies&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend my time dabbling in creative pursuits - and not care I leave them unfinished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five jobs I've had:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fast food cashier&lt;br /&gt;2. Medical secretary&lt;br /&gt;3. Waitress&lt;br /&gt;4. Table coordinator (I love that title)&lt;br /&gt;5. Legal assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three of my habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picking at my lip - grrr I hate it&lt;br /&gt;2. Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting sidetracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Places I've lived:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. House in which I grew up (1979 - 2001)&lt;br /&gt;2. House in Provo (2001 - 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7OJK9eR0I/AAAAAAAAF2k/R2Jal6tVoto/s1600/6-20-04+2+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7OJK9eR0I/AAAAAAAAF2k/R2Jal6tVoto/s400/6-20-04+2+01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grandmommy's in Springville (2002)&lt;br /&gt;4. Basement apartment in Provo (2002 - 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Oi50TNVI/AAAAAAAAF20/35fzC0Jo5f4/s1600/6-20-04+2+16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Oi50TNVI/AAAAAAAAF20/35fzC0Jo5f4/s400/6-20-04+2+16.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahha just kidding - that was a scary house we found near Utah Lake, but it almost could have been our basement apartment =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7OXp3e9GI/AAAAAAAAF2s/SzXdTQ8Eq3k/s1600/6-20-04+2+20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7OXp3e9GI/AAAAAAAAF2s/SzXdTQ8Eq3k/s400/6-20-04+2+20.JPG" width="400" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7U8hXX4vI/AAAAAAAAF4c/I_yJlrKkKpc/s1600/carolyn1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7U8hXX4vI/AAAAAAAAF4c/I_yJlrKkKpc/s400/carolyn1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking world through one rose-colored glass and one violet-colored glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7VHijAtWI/AAAAAAAAF4k/vP1UIWzE0Xk/s1600/jobinterview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7VHijAtWI/AAAAAAAAF4k/vP1UIWzE0Xk/s400/jobinterview.jpg" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7VfNL8-eI/AAAAAAAAF4s/S4j84cWKKx0/s1600/Random+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7VfNL8-eI/AAAAAAAAF4s/S4j84cWKKx0/s400/Random+03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, I was quite the little homemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Vr7cmOaI/AAAAAAAAF40/dhBPBpQOigo/s1600/Random+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Vr7cmOaI/AAAAAAAAF40/dhBPBpQOigo/s400/Random+10.jpg" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WM0-EPzI/AAAAAAAAF48/ivUUtEJ-Zz4/s1600/Random+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WM0-EPzI/AAAAAAAAF48/ivUUtEJ-Zz4/s400/Random+11.jpg" width="400" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WPsyzzjI/AAAAAAAAF5E/_XzAaWcRtbQ/s1600/Random+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WPsyzzjI/AAAAAAAAF5E/_XzAaWcRtbQ/s400/Random+12.jpg" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WRnciZGI/AAAAAAAAF5M/YQ_yIVJt8wU/s1600/Random+13-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7WRnciZGI/AAAAAAAAF5M/YQ_yIVJt8wU/s400/Random+13-.jpg" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7W2o5eRmI/AAAAAAAAF5U/Wrse1l3APMU/s1600/5-16-03+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7W2o5eRmI/AAAAAAAAF5U/Wrse1l3APMU/s400/5-16-03+01.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for a co-ed soccer game, that is why I look so . . . tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7W5SKhmJI/AAAAAAAAF5c/ExXlYVlPXKE/s1600/5-16-03+02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7W5SKhmJI/AAAAAAAAF5c/ExXlYVlPXKE/s400/5-16-03+02.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a few semesters before Captain Geo swabbed the bottom of my shoe and got flippin' amazing growth - I would not have put my foot on the kitchen counter had I known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7YeQMALhI/AAAAAAAAF5s/Iab3Ja1T3AQ/s1600/5-25-03+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7YeQMALhI/AAAAAAAAF5s/Iab3Ja1T3AQ/s400/5-25-03+6.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7XfZe3c1I/AAAAAAAAF5k/Y5c8NVzQj0k/s1600/5-16-03+13-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7XfZe3c1I/AAAAAAAAF5k/Y5c8NVzQj0k/s400/5-16-03+13-.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I would post a photo of Captain Geo lying on the kitchen floor next to a bag of potatoes, but he won't let me. =0[  . . . So I wrote about it instead. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apartment in Provo (2003 - 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7O4I2WQrI/AAAAAAAAF28/5LntUfpvr6o/s1600/6-20-04+2+23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7O4I2WQrI/AAAAAAAAF28/5LntUfpvr6o/s400/6-20-04+2+23.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RcOJ7AmI/AAAAAAAAF3s/VqDPS-1Cj2Y/s1600/7-5-03+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RcOJ7AmI/AAAAAAAAF3s/VqDPS-1Cj2Y/s400/7-5-03+2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry - I am not an attractive sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7QfXEzvjI/AAAAAAAAF3k/QVdqZ7oH2co/s1600/7-5-03+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7QfXEzvjI/AAAAAAAAF3k/QVdqZ7oH2co/s400/7-5-03+6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently I had passed out after a binge of Pepsi, Phase 10, and Jenga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RmIhJ7AI/AAAAAAAAF38/oe5hy7aP6nI/s1600/7-5-03+3-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RmIhJ7AI/AAAAAAAAF38/oe5hy7aP6nI/s400/7-5-03+3-.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Rq8dbheI/AAAAAAAAF4E/t7VG3BbIYaQ/s1600/7-5-03+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7Rq8dbheI/AAAAAAAAF4E/t7VG3BbIYaQ/s400/7-5-03+4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toothbrush was banished from the toothbrush cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RyGRvX5I/AAAAAAAAF4M/1vqtAvbl2jI/s1600/7-5-03+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7RyGRvX5I/AAAAAAAAF4M/1vqtAvbl2jI/s400/7-5-03+5.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7czFBCiPI/AAAAAAAAF50/fbFz_e-SfUg/s1600/11-2-03+09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7czFBCiPI/AAAAAAAAF50/fbFz_e-SfUg/s400/11-2-03+09.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7c0Qsil8I/AAAAAAAAF58/X3JSxzm054U/s1600/11-2-03+11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7c0Qsil8I/AAAAAAAAF58/X3JSxzm054U/s400/11-2-03+11.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7c9m5OP2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/J8jZtBJL1pg/s1600/11-2-03+24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7c9m5OP2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/J8jZtBJL1pg/s400/11-2-03+24.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cat shrine - Kate, Stephen, and Mary brought us some of Tigger's fur - it's in the razor blade tin, which I guess is fitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dApJXqMI/AAAAAAAAF6M/j31j0F_E4dE/s1600/11-2-03+25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dApJXqMI/AAAAAAAAF6M/j31j0F_E4dE/s400/11-2-03+25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are Captain Geo's least favorite pictures. I used to have one of them that I would leave under his pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dCOb-VUI/AAAAAAAAF6U/EN0Pa-U8gzA/s1600/11-2-03+27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dCOb-VUI/AAAAAAAAF6U/EN0Pa-U8gzA/s400/11-2-03+27.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dD9sgjPI/AAAAAAAAF6c/evGyarfLjbI/s1600/11-2-03+29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dD9sgjPI/AAAAAAAAF6c/evGyarfLjbI/s400/11-2-03+29.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dp7ap0dI/AAAAAAAAF6k/3uXYbD1te98/s1600/July+4+04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7dp7ap0dI/AAAAAAAAF6k/3uXYbD1te98/s400/July+4+04.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie patootie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fgn4h-8I/AAAAAAAAF6s/Zpx0GE478mY/s1600/2-24-04+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fgn4h-8I/AAAAAAAAF6s/Zpx0GE478mY/s400/2-24-04+01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porter looks like a cleaning superhero =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fh9WnSxI/AAAAAAAAF60/p_0cowhkoAc/s1600/2-24-04+04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fh9WnSxI/AAAAAAAAF60/p_0cowhkoAc/s400/2-24-04+04.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fjoW5tgI/AAAAAAAAF68/5CUmd2vNOS8/s1600/2-24-04+02-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fjoW5tgI/AAAAAAAAF68/5CUmd2vNOS8/s400/2-24-04+02-.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix the red-eye, but now we just look like terminators - which is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7flC6MJjI/AAAAAAAAF7E/i7ttfnWMyDA/s1600/2-24-04+03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7flC6MJjI/AAAAAAAAF7E/i7ttfnWMyDA/s400/2-24-04+03.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fmgGaTQI/AAAAAAAAF7M/5w6WhxJEDns/s1600/2-24-04+05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fmgGaTQI/AAAAAAAAF7M/5w6WhxJEDns/s400/2-24-04+05.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Ethan fell and bumped his noggin on our coffee table =0[ - I blame the ducks =0[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fo3o5G5I/AAAAAAAAF7U/a-GXy26c8FM/s1600/2-24-04+06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fo3o5G5I/AAAAAAAAF7U/a-GXy26c8FM/s400/2-24-04+06.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda: 80s and mildly pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fq3jcBmI/AAAAAAAAF7c/4yqZbtb0erQ/s1600/2-24-04+07.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7fq3jcBmI/AAAAAAAAF7c/4yqZbtb0erQ/s400/2-24-04+07.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7ftHK3NtI/AAAAAAAAF7k/ZtCIUfVis_0/s1600/2-24-04+08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7ftHK3NtI/AAAAAAAAF7k/ZtCIUfVis_0/s400/2-24-04+08.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily Ethan forgave the ducks and they stayed on good terms =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7f8X6oI9I/AAAAAAAAF7s/DjGTBeoZ43c/s1600/2-24-04+09-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7f8X6oI9I/AAAAAAAAF7s/DjGTBeoZ43c/s400/2-24-04+09-.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that apple beer? . . . I don't know . . . =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7gM721jjI/AAAAAAAAF70/I_oSLSQVxHE/s1600/2-24-04+10-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7gM721jjI/AAAAAAAAF70/I_oSLSQVxHE/s400/2-24-04+10-.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that 80s Jaaaaaacob? . . . I don't know . . . =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7hPcf_CjI/AAAAAAAAF78/vVE6I4k8zzA/s1600/4-23-04+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7hPcf_CjI/AAAAAAAAF78/vVE6I4k8zzA/s400/4-23-04+01.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigger got to visit and see his shrine - we were plant-sitting for our neighbors at that time and Tigger ate part of the plant . . . luckily we weren't babysitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7hSGUzSdI/AAAAAAAAF8E/CUgTHgj1x2k/s1600/4-23-04+04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7hSGUzSdI/AAAAAAAAF8E/CUgTHgj1x2k/s400/4-23-04+04.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the next one isn't in our apartment, I feel it's fitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7oHeh_NKI/AAAAAAAAF8M/w7dQxg3WJiA/s1600/4-26-04+28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7oHeh_NKI/AAAAAAAAF8M/w7dQxg3WJiA/s400/4-26-04+28.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. House in which I grew up (2004 - 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob helping us move in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="386" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30a319983f97e23" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D030a319983f97e23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B7C793B948BCF7E653486B28C08A5D5368A086.660921B33BD683922D163E18BB8F0414EC655389%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30a319983f97e23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUZdVxK7m0OQ0jIGmqbInyOfit4M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="480" height="386" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D030a319983f97e23%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81B7C793B948BCF7E653486B28C08A5D5368A086.660921B33BD683922D163E18BB8F0414EC655389%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30a319983f97e23%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUZdVxK7m0OQ0jIGmqbInyOfit4M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, there's no sound - this was before talkies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="386" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b39eef0f0059fc4" 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://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b39eef0f0059fc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D504B0114F29415538C3391EDC72CF61F043C6DE6.7FCF06188E9F76C39AF414F83C1C2F4DACE70513%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b39eef0f0059fc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn8PrxMpCmd9o4PfsDmFdGqkV2BI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="480" height="386" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b39eef0f0059fc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D504B0114F29415538C3391EDC72CF61F043C6DE6.7FCF06188E9F76C39AF414F83C1C2F4DACE70513%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b39eef0f0059fc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn8PrxMpCmd9o4PfsDmFdGqkV2BI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vG3aPDUI/AAAAAAAAF88/nMXkRPknbCo/s1600/1-4-05+08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vG3aPDUI/AAAAAAAAF88/nMXkRPknbCo/s400/1-4-05+08.JPG" width="400" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vMusb6rI/AAAAAAAAF9E/-IC1F16fC2Q/s1600/1-4-05+11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vMusb6rI/AAAAAAAAF9E/-IC1F16fC2Q/s400/1-4-05+11.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vSEzyWfI/AAAAAAAAF9M/kS0UmrQc3oM/s1600/1-4-05+13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vSEzyWfI/AAAAAAAAF9M/kS0UmrQc3oM/s400/1-4-05+13.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vheplPpI/AAAAAAAAF9U/7srI1dogFHE/s1600/1-4-05+24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vheplPpI/AAAAAAAAF9U/7srI1dogFHE/s400/1-4-05+24.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before they doubled to their present size . . . that just sounds like they're fat - sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vkAUpgRI/AAAAAAAAF9c/D5plzk6j9tc/s1600/1-4-05+25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vkAUpgRI/AAAAAAAAF9c/D5plzk6j9tc/s400/1-4-05+25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bald-faced goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vnX9AD2I/AAAAAAAAF9k/2hgtYIibuVc/s1600/1-4-05+26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7vnX9AD2I/AAAAAAAAF9k/2hgtYIibuVc/s400/1-4-05+26.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-70iWieaqI/AAAAAAAAF9s/PFrbi5Atapc/s1600/6-3-05+06.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-70iWieaqI/AAAAAAAAF9s/PFrbi5Atapc/s400/6-3-05+06.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; excited about whatever is in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="386" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f5a9433dae48253" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f5a9433dae48253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5714898DC66B2751C2601EE9EC861BC4226A4E81.75FCEE8A882B03EE171DC0404282C8737325A365%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f5a9433dae48253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_IBf4FWVRC5O-BLHHx6Pr51cuMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="480" height="386" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f5a9433dae48253%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330374119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5714898DC66B2751C2601EE9EC861BC4226A4E81.75FCEE8A882B03EE171DC0404282C8737325A365%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f5a9433dae48253%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_IBf4FWVRC5O-BLHHx6Pr51cuMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how Polly got her psycho back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Huyck house (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73sy0-aFI/AAAAAAAAF98/tnkEYE4QHsA/s1600/6-3-05+12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73sy0-aFI/AAAAAAAAF98/tnkEYE4QHsA/s400/6-3-05+12.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73vUtSvLI/AAAAAAAAF-E/6oYRnkSZBkc/s1600/6-3-05+15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73vUtSvLI/AAAAAAAAF-E/6oYRnkSZBkc/s400/6-3-05+15.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73yD_iPGI/AAAAAAAAF-M/6mD2yiFQ3zc/s1600/6-3-05+25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-73yD_iPGI/AAAAAAAAF-M/6mD2yiFQ3zc/s400/6-3-05+25.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day with baby Roxy *crosses self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-730oouryI/AAAAAAAAF-U/nIOE8GIro2g/s1600/6-3-05+34-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-730oouryI/AAAAAAAAF-U/nIOE8GIro2g/s400/6-3-05+34-.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-732d0BiZI/AAAAAAAAF-c/KkhTb4KhdD8/s1600/6-3-05+35-.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-732d0BiZI/AAAAAAAAF-c/KkhTb4KhdD8/s400/6-3-05+35-.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-736Y9YreI/AAAAAAAAF-k/1csq9RNcyhU/s1600/6-3-05+36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-736Y9YreI/AAAAAAAAF-k/1csq9RNcyhU/s400/6-3-05+36.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-74EIf0yWI/AAAAAAAAF-s/Q_CWbC80l9A/s1600/6-3-05+37.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-74EIf0yWI/AAAAAAAAF-s/Q_CWbC80l9A/s400/6-3-05+37.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo however is a cute sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76YllRlgI/AAAAAAAAF-0/r85vDU1nQws/s1600/7-11-05+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76YllRlgI/AAAAAAAAF-0/r85vDU1nQws/s400/7-11-05+01.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76fI_IdnI/AAAAAAAAF-8/2pngvlf9slo/s1600/9-19-05+03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76fI_IdnI/AAAAAAAAF-8/2pngvlf9slo/s400/9-19-05+03.JPG" width="400" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76qJxFDgI/AAAAAAAAF_E/-OakXTRAP8o/s1600/9-19-05+09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76qJxFDgI/AAAAAAAAF_E/-OakXTRAP8o/s400/9-19-05+09.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time I passed out while binging on World History, Since 1500: The Age of Global Integration, Volume II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76_z4QzvI/AAAAAAAAF_M/DBUXP3k2HCM/s1600/9-19-05+36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-76_z4QzvI/AAAAAAAAF_M/DBUXP3k2HCM/s400/9-19-05+36.JPG" width="400" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77CaFLWWI/AAAAAAAAF_U/ySimejdxIYM/s1600/9-19-05+35.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77CaFLWWI/AAAAAAAAF_U/ySimejdxIYM/s400/9-19-05+35.JPG" width="300" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77IdZsF1I/AAAAAAAAF_c/QbkGZ-KKbVg/s1600/10-9-05+09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77IdZsF1I/AAAAAAAAF_c/QbkGZ-KKbVg/s400/10-9-05+09.JPG" width="400" /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77Yqax6xI/AAAAAAAAF_k/_Fz7DYgr2ZY/s1600/10-9-05+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77Yqax6xI/AAAAAAAAF_k/_Fz7DYgr2ZY/s400/10-9-05+10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77nVqEhgI/AAAAAAAAF_s/83q9MT9QjQY/s1600/10-12-05+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77nVqEhgI/AAAAAAAAF_s/83q9MT9QjQY/s400/10-12-05+2.JPG" width="400" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77uXStBJI/AAAAAAAAF_0/ENLf8WAVhv8/s1600/11-28-05+04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-77uXStBJI/AAAAAAAAF_0/ENLf8WAVhv8/s400/11-28-05+04.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. House in which I grew up (2005 - present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want others to get from your blog:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment I suppose. 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Nancy Fry, This One&apos;s For You'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S-7OJK9eR0I/AAAAAAAAF2k/R2Jal6tVoto/s72-c/6-20-04+2+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1926797364529378138</id><published>2010-05-14T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:35:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last</title><content type='html'>I woke up thinking this song: At last my pup has come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geo is disenchanted with the loud chirping outside our window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby goat has commandeered my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/14/682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/14/s_682.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: goo said i am too big and don't know how to play&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: and i have to go to a kid and get teached&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: :(&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: i think i am trying to get blogged&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: that is sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: sheep go to heaven . . . goats . . . =0[&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: No sad.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: where do goats go?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Super heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: yea!!&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: =0]&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: DI doesn't take potty chairs&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: gross&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: i left the potty chair in someone's backyard in Lehi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in the parking lot at the court house. The car is warm and I want to take a nap. I talk to Captain Geo in a very boring manner. Meanwhile I have to be on the lookout for the parking police. Snoozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at work at 7:23. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: There was a hot solicitor.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: oh noes&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: what was she selling?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: I didn't answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: probably for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i am going to keep my blog pg&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: so nothing too suggestive&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Probably for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i'd blog that, but i don't want to suggest that i would be suggestive&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate two cups of salsa after midnight . . . that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: is mom starving to death?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Probably. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: I didn't realize you guys were staying past 8:00. Arghle.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: argyle?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-b-b-benny and the jets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1926797364529378138?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1926797364529378138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1926797364529378138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1926797364529378138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/at-last.html' title='At Last'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8653811860475971807</id><published>2010-05-13T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:04:46.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Roger</title><content type='html'>It has been a silly morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I want to be a foster mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recycle staples?&lt;br /&gt;Staples are made of steel or aluminum, and can be recycled along with other metals.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Can_you_recycle_staples"&gt;Answers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who will be collecting all of her used staples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also &lt;a href="http://www.recyclethis.co.uk/20070305/how-can-i-reuse-or-recycle-used-staples"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Those crazy, lovable Brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am collecting used stamps for an art project, so if anyone wants to save their used stamps for me, I would love it! I can send you a self-addressed-stamped envelope to collect them (ironically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: felipe got distracted reading your blog&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: you both get distracted easily&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: i don' t really get it&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: he laughed at like everything though&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: really? that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: you don't get distracted?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: or you don't get my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I deal with confrontation, the more I realize I want to avoid it. Grrrrr. *deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Your hotlinks are really hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: The dark blue is pretty close to black.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Especially when it's one word.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: You're going to blog this, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: now i am&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weldon is getting into the I'm-going-to-get-into-your-line-of-sight-because-it's-almost-seven-and-I-am-one-hungry-puppy-seriously-can't-you-see-that-I-am-wasting-away-due-to-lack-of-food-and-don't-even-make-me-start-whining-because-you-know-you-can't-resist-it position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo makes the won-tons. mmmmmmm for won-tons. I made two - one of which he called the gimp and the other one I had to eat uncooked because the cream cheese was oozing out the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To homework to homework to earn a fat grade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8653811860475971807?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8653811860475971807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/roger-roger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8653811860475971807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8653811860475971807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/roger-roger.html' title='Roger Roger'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-121086457777210455</id><published>2010-05-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:51:28.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment in Thyme</title><content type='html'>Today's lunch: pepperjack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepperjack always reminds me of the Rescue Rangers - wasn't one of the character named pepperjack or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-ch-chip and Dales Rescue Rangers . . . no no it never fails once their involved somehow whatever's wrong gets solved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Iron Man 2 last night - and now I want to watch Charlie's Angels and Matchstick Men again for more Sam Rockwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/12/1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/12/s_1196.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not perfect, but definitely better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I want world peace . . . but I would settle for some new clothes or some DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make life so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, people who get genuinely upset when you call a wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/getolympus"&gt;Olympus PEN your story challenge&lt;/a&gt;. Winners get a camera and $5,000. Rules &lt;a href="http://www.getolympus.com/pen/youTubeContestRules.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be more to life than just try, try, try.&lt;br /&gt;- Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Dinner is ready.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: Spaghetti, garlic bread, and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: i want to eat at your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.dealextreme.com/"&gt;Deal Extreme&lt;/a&gt; merchandise arrived - one of which is a &lt;a href="http://www.dealextreme.com/details.dx/sku.25689"&gt;numeric keypad&lt;/a&gt; and I am so happy about it!!! I don't know how I have gone almost two years without one for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1234567890&lt;br /&gt;000000000000000000000 - I like the 000 key - I've never had one before.&lt;br /&gt;/*-+/*-+/*-+/*-+&lt;br /&gt;789456123321654987987654321&lt;br /&gt;.....000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000&lt;br /&gt;0.000.0.000.0.000.0.000.0.000.0.000.0.000.0.000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now . . . homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have a tendency for being generally intractable. I'll try to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracked - back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When NumLock isn't numlocked on my new numeric pad (see above), it does &lt;i&gt;c&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;a&lt;b&gt;z&lt;/b&gt;y&lt;/i&gt; things to my keyboard - like it's possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we just say possessed instead of saying who/what someone/something is possessed by? Does it go without saying that said object is possessed by the devil? What if it's possessed by Ferdinand Magellan or Mickey Rourke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the above sentiment was clever, so it went straight to Facebook . . . not unlike the Straits of Magellan . . . nor the Straits of Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i think i'm in love with my blog&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: What does Geo think about that?  Does he know yet?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: i'm scared to tell him - he already seems rather jealous&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: (like the snoopy laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: felipe wrote that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-121086457777210455?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/121086457777210455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/todays-lunch-pepperjack-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/121086457777210455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/121086457777210455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/todays-lunch-pepperjack-cheese.html' title='One Moment in Thyme'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1639444058871753922</id><published>2010-05-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:56:10.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to the bear</title><content type='html'>mmmmmmmmm sleeeeeeeep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our puppies are not only puppies . . . Weldon is a moose. Dexter is a bear. Millie is a goat . . . Captain Geo is a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the caffeine to kick in . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goat has beautiful brown eyes - with non-existent pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our eight year wedding anniversary. Yea-asaurus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/RU5zAthuABI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QtUBUzSXDzE/s1600/pictures133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/RU5zAthuABI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QtUBUzSXDzE/s400/pictures133.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were babies. =0]&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/10/05/11/983.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/s_983.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I am skirting the issue - but I have a back-up pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may need to clean out underneath my desk.&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/10/05/11/1082.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/s_1082.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been an entomologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to &lt;a href="http://www.calacademy.org/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="mid_panel1" style="margin: 2px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;The California Academy of Sciences is a world-class scientific  and cultural institution based in San Francisco.  The Academy recently  opened a new facility in Golden Gate Park, a 400,000 square foot  structure that houses an aquarium, a planetarium a natural history  museum and a 4-story rainforest all under one roof. The new facility is also home to . . . an extensive science library  with over 26 million specimens and artifacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have &lt;a href="http://www.calacademy.org/webcams/penguins/"&gt;penguin cams&lt;/a&gt;!!!!! =0[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach just growled and it scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmm potato soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: what animal are you&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: a panda&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: what is mom&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: unsure - a raccoon?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: does she wash her food&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: hhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: HAAAA &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: BLESS &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: THANK &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey: You're WEL&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent a fax where instead of lawsuit, I wrote slawsuit. Darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have become quite liberal, I like being able to get along amicably with my conservative friends. =0]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary dinner: sushi or steak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Riverside location isn't listed on the Black Angus website and the phone number is disconnected. What the what?!?!?!?!? What will I do without their shrimp cocktail? Or prime rib? I pine for you . . . but not enough to drive 17 miles to catch you in San Bernardino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary dinner: sushi or cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJs? mmmmmmm pizookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to think about:&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/10/05/11/1553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/s_1553.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this at TGIFridays . . . &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/10/05/11/1554.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/s_1554.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and at first I thought it said hippos and it made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outback Steakhouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just head-butted by the Millie-goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your pets James Spadered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/11/s_1788.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band name: lead robster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1639444058871753922?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1639444058871753922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/talking-to-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1639444058871753922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1639444058871753922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/talking-to-bear.html' title='Talking to the bear'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/RU5zAthuABI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QtUBUzSXDzE/s72-c/pictures133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8226947109117991658</id><published>2010-05-10T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:23:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tired Eyes Are Sleeping</title><content type='html'>I wonder if my daily dose of caffeine makes my ADHD worse . . . more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the music of Flight Of The Conchords takes away my sadness and makes everything all better. Billy Joel does too. That is why I love them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anteaters are sad that they are named only for their diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a newfound love for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crane_fly"&gt;crane flies&lt;/a&gt;. They make me want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8226947109117991658?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8226947109117991658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/when-tired-eyes-are-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8226947109117991658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8226947109117991658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/when-tired-eyes-are-sleeping.html' title='When Tired Eyes Are Sleeping'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4405006174149475497</id><published>2010-05-09T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:21:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumlies</title><content type='html'>FYI: I update my entries throughout the day so that I don't have a ton of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will refrain from saying "your mom" for the day . . . or maybe I should say it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom, my step-mom, and my mom-in-law more than I can say. They are such wonderful friends and mentors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1149.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 5px auto;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1111.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 5px auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are Sunday morning views from my vantage point. I like the snoogly pups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when I wake up with kind-of-cute hair . . . relatively-speaking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1150.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 5px auto;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and giant hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #acb613;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1158.jpg" style="display: block; float: none; margin: 5px auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mr. lappy-pants and my pepsi jammy-jams - both very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I was instant messaging with Nancy, I went to write "only like" but it came out as "onliky" - I don't know how - but I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1214.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mille uses the Weldon-loaf as her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi. Sushi. I want sushi. I want suuuuussssshhhhhiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmm worcestersoup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring with Mom, Sarah, and Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1968.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1969.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1970.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_1971.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_2234.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Justin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/2235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/09/s_2235.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sarah is going to tell me what to type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolli-pop.com . . . colors.com . . . cat.com . . . reallycolors.com . . . allcolors.com . . . dogs.com . . . ducks.com . . . salsachips.com . . . salsa ANDchips.com.com . . . everything.com . . . someone went to town on friday riding a horse, he stayed three days, he leaved on friday, how is apossible? . . . salsa.com . . . twinkle twinkle little star, went in the the sky and then it died, then it came back to life and goed to sleep . . . takeanap.comcomcomcomcomcom . . . sarah.com . . . whoissarahs.com . . . i look like a rockstar.com . . . superstar.com . . . musicstar.com . . . comcomcomcomcom . . . fly.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctors.com . . . flyinapie.com . . . flyinapie.org . . . chicken.com chicken.net . . . whatdoyouwant.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4405006174149475497?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4405006174149475497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/plumlies_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4405006174149475497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4405006174149475497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/plumlies_09.html' title='Plumlies'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7236343140960295056</id><published>2010-05-08T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:20:21.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thoughts . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the name Laundry for a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got shocked by my iPhone charger plug. It scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current Facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like updating my status, but I feel like I do it too often (it's my  social anxiety disorder), so my status updates will now go to my blog  and people only have to see them if they feel an inclination . . .  Unless I have a really good one. =0] &lt;a href="http://www.carolynpepsi.com/"&gt;http://www.carolynpepsi.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of my "status updates" are getting moved here. Honestly, it's mostly so that I don't have to censor my boring updates. Yes, I have been posting only my most "exciting" statuses on Facebook. Like this one for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is blue and red like a can of Pepsi. A  delicious can of Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weldon knows that we're going somewhere and doesn't want to go potty for fear we'll leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/s_1406.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I got bitten by ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/s_1407.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can't see the ants in that photo, but trust me, they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the 22 automatically turns into the 405.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bay or not to bay, that is the beagle question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Beagles can be VERY vocal.  They may bay loudly when they catch a scent while on a walk or in the back yard. They often bay when playing with other dogs! They also can bay when you’re not home. This trait causes the most problems for people who share walls with others, i.e., townhouse and apartment dwellers. Most beagles are quite gregarious, outgoing, and playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houstonbeaglerescue.org/faq/beagles.htm"&gt;http://www.houstonbeaglerescue.org/faq/beagles.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo is trying to convince me to engage in bumper-sticker-cial profiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * Potty Humor Alert * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a bowel movement? That's an action. That's what happens to make a number 2, not what the number 2 should be called. And it makes it sounds so gross. I don't want to think about mine - or any one elses' for that matter - bowels and whether or not they move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize. That was a conversation mom, captain geo, and I had in the McDonald's drive-thru tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so scared of these: &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claustro"&gt;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claustro&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/s_2232.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies are sleeping cheek-to-cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo thinks they look like a Rorschach test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do apostrophes turn into: ' - maybe you won't see that because it will be an apostrophe. GAGGLE! IT DID! It's &amp;amp; # 3 9 ; but without the spaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7236343140960295056?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7236343140960295056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/today-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7236343140960295056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7236343140960295056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/today-thoughts.html' title='Today&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2333301121903559838</id><published>2010-04-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:22:37.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Mercy . . . But With OCD</title><content type='html'>I have been in some weird kind of moody-mood today where I want to talk someone's ear off about nonsense. Since I actually &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; want to subject someone to that (besides my six-year-old nephew whom I did call, but to whom I mercifully only spoke a bit of nonsense), I will instead blog your ear off (because you're reading this) and you can ignore it if you feel so inclined. No hurt feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is supposed to be a space between the title of my blog and my blog posts that is no longer there. I am too lazy to mess with the code for an hour to figure out why it has disappeared. (If you are reading this on facebook, you are totally missing out on the graphics I have referred to. It's a &lt;b&gt;missing space&lt;/b&gt;, the most amazing missing space you might ever see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the book I have chosen to read the first 27 pages of and never touch again (unless it's one of those rare books that gets picked up four years later and I read the first 27 pages of again) is Learned Optimism by . . . I have since lost the book and therefore cannot tell you the author at this time. (And since both you and I are too lazy to google it, we may never know.) (Fine, it's Martin  Seligman and the link to the book is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400078393/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0671019112&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1BA8N89P8WXVG8NACNXS"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Happy?) (The old cover - on the one I have - is much cuter.) (No wait. I got the covers mixed up. I have the newer one with the pretty Easter colors. All is right with the world.) (Please don't think I'm a spaz - or love me in spite of my spazziness.) (Really? Spaz isn't a word?) (Despite it's nonwordiness, if I spelled spazziness as spaziness, it would be wrong.) (It really seems like it's cheating to be able to write whole sentences and ideas in parentheses that have nothing to do with the matter at hand and not be called out on it.) Anyway, it's an interesting book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's the space under the space. There are actually two spaces and one of the two spaces is missing. (It's good I don't have OCD or anything.) (I do have slight OCD. Do you see what I did there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to give in and use the new theme system thingy for firefox (ahem, personas, ahem). I chose my theme and decided I was going to leave it on for a while instead of switching back to my beloved and safe phoenity next. Now one part of my chosen theme looks like part of Homer Simpson's head and I don't think I can leave it. See Exhibit "A" (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S9UraKAO2LI/AAAAAAAAF2E/NVuNghmRKOQ/s1600/100425225419_3-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="77" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S9UraKAO2LI/AAAAAAAAF2E/NVuNghmRKOQ/s400/100425225419_3-.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, OCD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2333301121903559838?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2333301121903559838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/04/i-have-been-in-some-weird-kind-of-moody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2333301121903559838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2333301121903559838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/04/i-have-been-in-some-weird-kind-of-moody.html' title='Without Mercy . . . But With OCD'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/S9UraKAO2LI/AAAAAAAAF2E/NVuNghmRKOQ/s72-c/100425225419_3-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3704426732170716208</id><published>2009-12-13T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:01:04.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Pubescent Humor Attmepts</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, I have spent time updating the look of my blog. As such, I felt that I should actually post to it. Meanwhile Captain Geo is blasting 80s music - Down Under, Take On Me, Love Is A Battlefield, that broken wings song (Broken Wings?), Final Countdown, Rock Lobster, Money For Nothing. I think it is under the guise of being at an amusing website, but I know the truth. Weldon is whining relentlessly because he wants to chase Polly and Twilight. Those are the things happening in real-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will often come up with things that I want to blog about - usually in the morning when I'm hopped up on caffeine - but then I never get around to it. When I later actually go to blog, I'm too lazy to do it. One of these things is to analyze the song Come To My Window by Melissa Etheridge - and attempt humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a pre-pubescent girl? Would you also have your best friend ask my best friend if I like you? And, if the answer is no, would you then attempt to slit your wrist with a spork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you went from prank calls to taking a trip to hell? That's a logical progression. And why are you holding death's hand? Are you trying to make me jealous? Death has feelings too and it is so mean of you to use him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to my window. Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window, I'll be home soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't even let me use the front door? Like I'm some kind of animal? And you're not even home? You're probably out with death again, aren't you? I think I should just make this easy for you and let you and death figure out your relationship. Give me a call when you figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Sometimes I think I'm kind of funny, but then I think I'm kidding myself. I usually amuse myself and I'm content with that. If there is anything I've learned from life it's that it's more important to obtain praise from yourself than it is to obtain praise from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are the funny parts of the song. The suicide attempt with a spork was something that I witnessed in elementary school. I was pre-pubescent, but the girl with the spork pubesced quite early. She was upset over a break-up and was ready to end it all behind Mr. Henderson's portable. Quite romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3704426732170716208?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3704426732170716208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/12/pre-pubescent-humor-attmepts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3704426732170716208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3704426732170716208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/12/pre-pubescent-humor-attmepts.html' title='Pre-Pubescent Humor Attmepts'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4473199582141214355</id><published>2009-10-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:54:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoying The Sound of Music. Captain Von Trapp is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4473199582141214355?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4473199582141214355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/enjoying-sound-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4473199582141214355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4473199582141214355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2010/05/enjoying-sound-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8739250838547192682</id><published>2009-10-18T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:42:24.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born at a young age . . .</title><content type='html'>On my 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday, I ate lunch with Captain Geo at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Provo (the one with the neon Grimace that flips you off). I proceeded to list all of the birthdays I remember and tell him what went on. It went something like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1985 - 06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first one I remember. Some video was shot of me wearing a sweatshirt and underwear. There was a slew of ET cups on top of our rolling dishwasher - I think my dad got them from work. (He's a lawyer, so I'm not quite sure in what capacity he obtained them.) I received a large tote bag that said Hershey along the side and a bunny holding an egg that played a bunny march song when you pushed a button. I think I still have the bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1986 - 07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom took me shopping. She bought me a bathing suit, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;popple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a matching miniature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;popple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, an outfit with fruit that I would later tell my step-mom was my "birthday suit," and a Totally Minnie tape that I found in the meat department at Alpha Beta. My dad bought me a Kermit the Frog stuffed animal that was dressed like a baby (which later we have a photo of my nephew Aaron feeding it with a bottle and my brother-in-law David wrote KERMIT! on it - he's a doodler) and a Crayola Caddy. They got in a fight about my presents. They separated a week later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1987 - 08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This birthday was on a Sunday. I got really dirty spilling food on myself - I don't know why. I received a pogo ball and a blue, lacy dress from my mom. I received a panda stuffed animal (which I later sewed green shorts for) and a red necklace from my dad (which I still have). I watched a Totally Minnie special thingy on TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1989 - 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a pool party. Shannon, Summer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Bridget, and Rachel attended (there were more, but I can't remember who). Tiffany got the days mixed up and showed up a week early. We had a giant beach ball. My party favors were some kind of nut and a clear plastic coin purse with pink hearts. Rachel was the last one to leave and we sat out on the sidewalk eating peanut m&amp;amp;ms while we waited for her mom. I let her take the rest of the m&amp;amp;ms home when she left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1990 - 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awkward - I remember that. I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;walkman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that also had a fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tetris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game and a pink shirt and shorts outfit. I sat on our old brown chair (on which many of us inadvertently injured our tailbones) while wearing the outfit and playing the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1991 - 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house was clean. I was home alone for a while. I received things that were hot pink and turquoise - a water gun, socks, scrunchies. I also got a slip-and-slide - which never worked in our yard because it didn't go downhill very much and we really didn't have any grass. I would look over to the luscious lawn on a perfect slope at our neighbors house with longing. I remember my card and that Barbara's boyfriend Jason drew his signature "Matt the one-eyed happy cat" on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1992 - 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer gave me a white box with stickers on it and fun things inside - like some kind of teen magazine. I remember the box lying on the floor of my messy room for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1994 - 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore a red dress and sunglasses to school We got Sizzler that night. I ordered steak and all-you-can eat shrimp. I ate the shrimp, but decided to take the steak home and eat it with Worcestershire Sauce. They took the steak away - it was against their policy. I cried. They gave me shrimp to take home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1995 - 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had recently dyed my hair black, which looked horrible, so my mom took me to a salon where they had made it dark brown and cut it short - it looked horrible too. I became known as "the girl with the short black hair." (It wasn't on my birthday, but having that hair was a memory from my birthday.)  Jeff was living with us and he signed up for AOL as my present - I was so excited! He also got me a monkey and a bottle of Worcestershire Sauce. Then he had us watch Pure Country which I then proceeded to watch every day when I got home from summer school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1996 - 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair was very long and cute - until it caught on fire when I was blowing out my candles. I wore elephant pants and small-sized, but large-framed shoes. Nancy and I went to the swing dance thing at the church. A week later I had a party. Danny stayed at my house all night playing Risk with Liz and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scharese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My mom stayed up to chaperon - she was not happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1997 - 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nancy, Shannon, and I drove to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Barstow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outlets. Nancy was looking for shoes for her mission. The lady at the shoe store was rude. Then we went to the beach. I ran out near the water. Then the water started coming in. I didn't want to get my shoes wet, so I tried to take them off. I got one, but I couldn't get the other, so I stood on one foot in the water. I was going to fall over, so I put my other foot down in the water and got my shoe wet. A man who saw the whole thing came up to us. He was laughing very hard and said that was the funniest thing he's ever seen. I ate two Big Mac meals for dinner. A crow became trapped in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1998 - 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before my birthday I went to the beach with Barbara and Brian. We went to Balboa Island and walked around and got ice cream. I got mint. We went to the dollar theatre in Corona and watched either Saving Private Ryan or US &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marshalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I don't remember which. We came home and my mom gave me my presents: a Franklin Covey planner and a beautiful silver necklace with multiple strands (which subsequently was stolen when our house was burglarized). The next day Shannon, Liz, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Scharese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Danny, Eric, and Elliott came over to wish me happy birthday. Danny showed us wrestling moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1999 - 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trapped at a house where Jon was house-sitting for the first part of the day. He was waiting for a girl to call. Elizabeth came over and gave me a picture cube. Later on I went with Liz and Deborah to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Notting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hill. I wore a black shirt with light blue stripes which Nancy had purchased from Sears and which has been passed between us for years - I wonder if she still has it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2000 - 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore an ugly overall dress thing. I worked in a medical office and my coworkers put a sign above my desk that said, "I'm 21 Today!" where the patients could see.  I went out to dinner with my family to Claim Jumper. I ordered milk to drink as a statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2001 - 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz and Danny threw me a surprise party the night before my birthday at Danny's house. I was depressed and almost cried on the way there. I have always felt guilty that I didn't show enough gratitude for the party. It was awkward with a boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend, and an ex-ex-boyfriend. We played mafia. My boyfriend was going away and I agreed to take his cat. I drove home from his house in the middle of the night with a giant upset cat. When I got home, his cat didn't get along with my cats, so I had to watch them instead of sleeping and I cried. (Our family kept the cat until it mysteriously disappeared months later. My sister believes that the other cats conspired together and killed it by pushing it off the roof then disposed of its body.) I got no sleep that night. On my birthday at work I was exhausted and depressed. I received Anne of Green Gables and Anne of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Avonlea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2002 - 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain Geo and I had been married for 20 days. We went to Ontario Mills. Then we went to his family's house for a little party. There was sod down the street that his family wanted to put in their backyard, so we helped with that. However, I got mad about it and the captain and I got in a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2004 - 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As was mentioned above, Captain Geo and I had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where I told him about all of my birthdays. We drove around. We walked the tiniest first part when you begin to hike to the Y. We had dinner at Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2005 - 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an 80s party. We watched Girls Just Want To Have Fun. The captain bought me a sewing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2006 - 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a luau party. I bought $100 worth of decorations, then returned $60 worth back to the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 - 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a party - I guess the theme could be best described as: mini cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain Geo is happy that I wrote all of this down, because I have kind of made it a tradition of sorts to tell him all of this, but now he thinks I won't anymore. I'll probably just make him read it instead.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very self-absorbed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8739250838547192682?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8739250838547192682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/i-was-born-at-young-age.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8739250838547192682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8739250838547192682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/i-was-born-at-young-age.html' title='I was born at a young age . . .'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6501937998067418926</id><published>2009-10-18T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:55:17.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supersize Your Mom</title><content type='html'>I had to write an impromptu essay for school today for practice. It's about blaming fast food restaurants for causing obesity. Ironically, I blame Starbucks and their vanilla bean frapuccinos for causing me to gain 15 pounds a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always kind of fizzle out on the conclusion of an essay. I feel stupid going back and naming my points - I probably just need to learn to do it well - so I just kind of blab it up in a few sentences. I usually just want my conclusion to say: So quit your whining, dawgz. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the Big Mac arrive at its final destination inside your body? Are they not your hands that fly it through the air and is it not your mouth that takes it in for a landing? Is it not your brain that makes the decision to eat it? Blaming a third party for this decision is completely irresponsible. Individuals need to take responsibility for their own choices and not point the finger at someone else when negative consequences ensue such as obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument that is often used to put the blame on a fast food company for causing obesity is that they advertise. One might call the advertising aggressive, but that is a relative term. There are many advertisements for many different products, but how can a fast food corporation be singled out and blamed for somehow forcing the consumer to purchase their products because of their ad campaign? Even if an individual sees a commercial for a fast food establishment and feels an inclination to purchase and consume the advertised product, they ultimately make the decision of travelling to the restaurant, purchasing the food, and eating it. Likewise, the individual can make the decision to drive to a grocery store, purchase a healthy alternative (which they may also see in an advertisement), and eat that instead. Advertising for a product is by no way forcing a consumer to purchase a product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some blame the fast food industries for causing obesity because their portions are too large. Even if one does decide to purchase fast food, there is no reason why the individual needs to purchase a large amount - or to eat a large amount. A supersized portion is not forced upon you, it is offered as a choice - a choice that, even if offered by the employee who takes your order, can be declined. There are also small portions available. One may purchase a hamburger happy meal - which doesn't only need to be for children - at many McDonalds in the United States currently for $1.99. This includes a hamburger, a small order of french fries, and an extra small drink. In comparison to a supersized Big Mac meal wherein you get a burger with two patties and three buns, a large order of french fries, and a large drink, the portions are much smaller - and much less expensive. There is no reason why a customer cannot choose the smaller portion of food over the larger portion. If there are arguments that the small portion is not filling enough, one may, as mentioned above, go to a grocery store and purchase a healthy alternative to supplement the meal instead of eating more of the unhealthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with singling out fast food companies for causing obesity is that one may find many equally unhealthy foods in their own grocery store. Chips, cookies, candy, soda, cereals, ice cream, etc. all have the potential to cause obesity and are all readily available for the consumer to place inside their cart during a routine shopping trip. The companies that produce these products also advertise just like the fast food companies. The brand names are just as well-known: Doritos, Oreos, Lucky Charms, Coca-Cola, Butterfinger, Ben and Jerry's, etc. With these popular and readily-available unhealthy food choices, why are the fast food companies singled out as the ones causing obesity? If one is going to point the finger at one, it's only fair to point it at the others who are just as much to "blame" for this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual who makes a decision to eat unhealthy food is the one who is at fault for the consequences. They have the ability to make better choices. They have the knowledge readily available to them about why they should make these better choices. They are ultimately the ones who decide to take that bite and no else can be blamed for that - no matter how wonderful that Big Mac tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This message has been brought to you by McDonalds.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SttzxQSP3eI/AAAAAAAAF08/V4ngS94zxMs/s1600-h/mmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SttzxQSP3eI/AAAAAAAAF08/V4ngS94zxMs/s400/mmmmmm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394032268728589794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6501937998067418926?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6501937998067418926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/supersize-your-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6501937998067418926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6501937998067418926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/supersize-your-mom.html' title='Supersize Your Mom'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SttzxQSP3eI/AAAAAAAAF08/V4ngS94zxMs/s72-c/mmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4493239175119593598</id><published>2009-10-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:01:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i iz a colij stewdint</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://www.wgu.edu/"&gt;Western Governors University&lt;/a&gt; is great so far. I started on October 1st and I am really enjoying it. I have always had a difficult time with traditional school, but this is more like independent study, so it works very well for me. There are deadlines, but not like in traditional schools. I have been taking online community college classes for the past few years and I always get bogged down by the weekly assignments. With WGU, you have a set date in which to finish a class, but besides that you work at your own pace - you can even complete the class before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to study 25 hours a week - but, if I don't accomplish that, then at least 20. Last week I studied for 29 hours. This week has been a bit tougher (late days at work, changes in my school plan, parties I almost flaked out on, kittens, baseball playoffs, facebook videos, 30 Rock premieres, etc.) and I have only studied for 11 hours. This means that I will need to study for at least 9 hours tomorrow. Yea! I actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been enjoying studying. At work, I think about needing to study when I get home and I usually realize that I am looking forward to it. When I have taken my other classes, I would lie on the bed while studying and usually end up falling asleep. Now I don't want to take naps, so I make myself a glass of ice-cold Pepsi (ah, that sweet caffeinated goodness) when I get home and drink it while I study so that I will stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will end my school babilations for this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this write about Pepsi has made me want some, but I only have the caffeinated type and it's after 1 AM, so I don't think that it would be a good idea to have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=EfnFIcflYRjuKNUh&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=EfnFIcflYRjuKNUh&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=EfnFIcflYRjuKNUh&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made Captain Geo laugh, so my work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weldon made a smelldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray hairs keep popping-up on my head&lt;br /&gt;And just like the hair on the top of my large-sized head&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is still brown&lt;br /&gt;(picture it to the tune of Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head - and you have to sing "popping-up" really fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now maybe for some photos . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrQJnRmK6I/AAAAAAAAF0M/h1gMGfL4gcI/s1600-h/honey-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrQJnRmK6I/AAAAAAAAF0M/h1gMGfL4gcI/s400/honey-bee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393852367309777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish I looked like . . . cartoon and all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrRDgxc-_I/AAAAAAAAF0U/D6IJF3j0dmQ/s1600-h/001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrRDgxc-_I/AAAAAAAAF0U/D6IJF3j0dmQ/s400/001.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393853361996758002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the mitten hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter when he has blinky eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrSRnRcGbI/AAAAAAAAF0k/ZoK6oMUlPIU/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrSRnRcGbI/AAAAAAAAF0k/ZoK6oMUlPIU/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393854703771326898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weldon placing himself into my line of sight because it's dinner time and, as you can see, we never feed him . . . that's sarcastic . . . we feed him a lot . . . probably too much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrS_orXz0I/AAAAAAAAF0s/5xCcRT79f7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrS_orXz0I/AAAAAAAAF0s/5xCcRT79f7Y/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393855494422515522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like ET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrUTClDFpI/AAAAAAAAF00/1rl51P4VYHA/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrUTClDFpI/AAAAAAAAF00/1rl51P4VYHA/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393856927304455826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4493239175119593598?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4493239175119593598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/i-iz-colij-stewdint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4493239175119593598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4493239175119593598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/i-iz-colij-stewdint.html' title='i iz a colij stewdint'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/StrQJnRmK6I/AAAAAAAAF0M/h1gMGfL4gcI/s72-c/honey-bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1235640268050872123</id><published>2009-10-16T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:34:18.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh . . . Or Something Like That</title><content type='html'>Reading the blogs of others has made me want to blog some more. Unfortunately I can't think of my normal random assortment of ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest piece of news is my schooling. I am going to school. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Western Governors University. It is an online school that is fully accredited and relatively inexpensive - which is really hard to find. I am going to get a bachelor degree in elementary education - which includes the teaching credential for California. When I graduate I will get to fulfill my dream of becoming an elementary school teacher. I am so excited at the prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1235640268050872123?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1235640268050872123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/starting-fresh-or-something-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1235640268050872123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1235640268050872123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/10/starting-fresh-or-something-like-that.html' title='Starting Fresh . . . Or Something Like That'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6194490975777138501</id><published>2009-05-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:17:43.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beecycling - For The Fudge Of It</title><content type='html'>While I generally enjoy doing absolutely nothing on Saturdays, sometimes I (usually by the prodding of Captain Geo - who does not share this enjoyment) venture out into the world. Yesterday I did just that - before noon even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain declared that yesterday was re/e/beecycling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am trying to conjure up some beecycling photos. Surprisingly there aren't many to be found on google image search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3qZJiygPI/AAAAAAAAFkk/ghDZQkRx63c/s1600-h/Beecycle_only3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3qZJiygPI/AAAAAAAAFkk/ghDZQkRx63c/s400/Beecycle_only3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675251655999730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one just ended up being a disappointment - like they didn't even care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3qjgN7DRI/AAAAAAAAFks/3Z5VF8QyoR0/s1600-h/Beecycle_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3qjgN7DRI/AAAAAAAAFks/3Z5VF8QyoR0/s400/Beecycle_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331675429541186834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such bad luck, I decided to conjure up my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3pA1tc4wI/AAAAAAAAFkU/VG1_0VsYL-A/s1600-h/beecycle+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3pA1tc4wI/AAAAAAAAFkU/VG1_0VsYL-A/s400/beecycle+right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331673734503523074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was originally facing left, but I felt that he didn't look like he was really going places, so I gave him the old flipperoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[For those of you who read right-to-left, this one is for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3phoUXWII/AAAAAAAAFkc/XWPIxAK6w-s/s1600-h/beecycle+left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3phoUXWII/AAAAAAAAFkc/XWPIxAK6w-s/s400/beecycle+left.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331674297844324482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am still dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking this one - and therefore satisfied for the time-bee-ing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3vPS80HPI/AAAAAAAAFk0/vEICVv1arTA/s1600-h/beecycle+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3vPS80HPI/AAAAAAAAFk0/vEICVv1arTA/s400/beecycle+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331680579940523250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unfortunately had to say goodbye to our old microwave who had developed a scorching case of rust (what she did on her own time was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; business, but I didn't appreciate it when she let her personal life affect her work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3xgrCYf1I/AAAAAAAAFk8/pSooSKzdLh4/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3xgrCYf1I/AAAAAAAAFk8/pSooSKzdLh4/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331683077487361874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wal-Mart where I ate a "salmonella dog" (thank the captain for that name), and found a pickle I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3y-C527MI/AAAAAAAAFlE/gBD6n91TFtM/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3y-C527MI/AAAAAAAAFlE/gBD6n91TFtM/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331684681621892290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a wee little stool that I fell in love with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3zqeuZM0I/AAAAAAAAFlM/Ohn_z-dYsk0/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3zqeuZM0I/AAAAAAAAFlM/Ohn_z-dYsk0/s400/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331685445004243778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Target, we bought a cute little rose bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf35RGQdPLI/AAAAAAAAFls/pm3mvUmiTdk/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf35RGQdPLI/AAAAAAAAFls/pm3mvUmiTdk/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331691606009265330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used blue spray paint and weeds and dirt to decorate the $5 rubber pot-like thing I bought to put it in ( . . . I was trying for innovative):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf34iiwh8CI/AAAAAAAAFlk/WPLUvdX8vFY/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf34iiwh8CI/AAAAAAAAFlk/WPLUvdX8vFY/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331690806206132258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf32J5GIn9I/AAAAAAAAFlU/_Tfk1a3XhkY/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf32J5GIn9I/AAAAAAAAFlU/_Tfk1a3XhkY/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331688183682342866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not include everything you see here . . . except for the mattresses - they're yours if you want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a should-have-worn-gloves-when-I-painted epic fail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf33XyRcP-I/AAAAAAAAFlc/C-yBRNEA9AY/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf33XyRcP-I/AAAAAAAAFlc/C-yBRNEA9AY/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331689521880514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put another plant that we had been neglecting next to it so they could keep eachother company . . . maybe they'll hit it off. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf37OxVPpQI/AAAAAAAAFl0/X883eoBSO8M/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf37OxVPpQI/AAAAAAAAFl0/X883eoBSO8M/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331693765055718658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me we have a bunch of old chairs and stools lying around . . . I actually wouldn't let Geo throw out that stool because it has too much sentimental value . . . I grew up with that stool. When I was little I sat in it like a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . I must really like stools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6194490975777138501?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6194490975777138501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/05/beecycling-for-fudge-of-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6194490975777138501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6194490975777138501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/05/beecycling-for-fudge-of-it.html' title='Beecycling - For The Fudge Of It'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Sf3qZJiygPI/AAAAAAAAFkk/ghDZQkRx63c/s72-c/Beecycle_only3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5352184854791120377</id><published>2009-04-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:14:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange You Glad It's Dinner Time?</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lame title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Se0c354nHsI/AAAAAAAAFj0/3EgrmMa567A/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Se0c354nHsI/AAAAAAAAFj0/3EgrmMa567A/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945681005813442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain thinks that I am going to make myself sick, but hopefully not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5352184854791120377?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5352184854791120377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/orange-you-glad-its-dinner-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5352184854791120377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5352184854791120377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/orange-you-glad-its-dinner-time.html' title='Orange You Glad It&apos;s Dinner Time?'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Se0c354nHsI/AAAAAAAAFj0/3EgrmMa567A/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6171963365024184656</id><published>2009-04-19T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:00:52.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night - Oxymoron?</title><content type='html'>At first I had my title as "Saturday Night - Redundant?" - I realized that was wrong though. Saturday day would be redundant - Saturday night is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SeuizKMfOVI/AAAAAAAAFik/1eJLw0xKfQ8/s1600-h/photo-710676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SeuizKMfOVI/AAAAAAAAFik/1eJLw0xKfQ8/s400/photo-710676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326529984089504082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little compilation of my Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog layout namely. I took the Astro template from &lt;a href="http://themelib.com/"&gt;ThemeLib&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SeuiZFXxWYI/AAAAAAAAFic/QbXsqEZ2baw/s1600-h/astro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SeuiZFXxWYI/AAAAAAAAFic/QbXsqEZ2baw/s400/astro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326529536118053250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made it my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Geo and I went out to dinner with my sister and her fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuggled the pups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the blog entry that you can find below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my day in jammy-jams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6171963365024184656?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6171963365024184656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/saturday-night-redundant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6171963365024184656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6171963365024184656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/saturday-night-redundant.html' title='Saturday Night - Oxymoron?'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SeuizKMfOVI/AAAAAAAAFik/1eJLw0xKfQ8/s72-c/photo-710676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4468363813644651895</id><published>2009-04-19T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:31:24.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Gets You Down</title><content type='html'>Feeling out-of-sorts. So to where does one turn at a time like this? If you're like me and familiar with this song - bestowed on us by the good graces of Monty Python - you might give it a listen. It's a little ditty called The Galaxy Song. It really helps me to put my life in perspective. Click on the link and - if you have all of the necessary programs and add-ons and plug-ins and whatnot - you'll be able to hear it. I have included the lyrics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny, this one is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mwscomp.com/sounds/mp3/galaxy.mp3"&gt;http://www.mwscomp.com/sounds/mp3/galaxy.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,&lt;br /&gt;| And things seem hard or tough,&lt;br /&gt;| And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,&lt;br /&gt;| And you feel that you've had quite enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving&lt;br /&gt;| And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,&lt;br /&gt;| That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,&lt;br /&gt;| A sun that is the source of all our power.&lt;br /&gt;| The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see&lt;br /&gt;| Are moving at a million miles a day&lt;br /&gt;| In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,&lt;br /&gt;| Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.&lt;br /&gt;| It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.&lt;br /&gt;| It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,&lt;br /&gt;| But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.&lt;br /&gt;| We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.&lt;br /&gt;| We go 'round every two hundred million years,&lt;br /&gt;| And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions&lt;br /&gt;| In this amazing and expanding universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding&lt;br /&gt;| In all of the directions it can whizz&lt;br /&gt;| As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,&lt;br /&gt;| Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.&lt;br /&gt;| So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,&lt;br /&gt;| How amazingly unlikely is your birth,&lt;br /&gt;| And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,&lt;br /&gt;| 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, other things that help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Ser0e-xCL5I/AAAAAAAAFh8/WaeBXXQvRqU/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Ser0e-xCL5I/AAAAAAAAFh8/WaeBXXQvRqU/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326338322400948114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmmmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or spending a few hours on PhotoShop making your brother-in-law further resemble Waldo from Where's Waldo? fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Set79vJpsoI/AAAAAAAAFiM/aj4ATwE21YM/s1600-h/where%27swaldo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Set79vJpsoI/AAAAAAAAFiM/aj4ATwE21YM/s400/where%27swaldo02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326487284854928002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4468363813644651895?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4468363813644651895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/when-life-gets-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4468363813644651895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4468363813644651895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/when-life-gets-you-down.html' title='When Life Gets You Down'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/Ser0e-xCL5I/AAAAAAAAFh8/WaeBXXQvRqU/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1915050889890233878</id><published>2009-04-17T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:53:01.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pepsi-Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevVObs7LpI/AAAAAAAAFi0/zPbjMUqeC8s/s1600-h/photo-730729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevVObs7LpI/AAAAAAAAFi0/zPbjMUqeC8s/s400/photo-730729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326585428226813586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1915050889890233878?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1915050889890233878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/my-pepsi-cola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1915050889890233878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1915050889890233878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/my-pepsi-cola.html' title='My Pepsi-Cola'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevVObs7LpI/AAAAAAAAFi0/zPbjMUqeC8s/s72-c/photo-730729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2246980601640224665</id><published>2009-04-17T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:57:15.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face of Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevWTOb8BjI/AAAAAAAAFi8/69h3yIHz5A4/s1600-h/photo-766995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevWTOb8BjI/AAAAAAAAFi8/69h3yIHz5A4/s400/photo-766995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586610076878386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from Captain Geo with a photo of my cat Polly - the subject: The Face of Evil. Polly bit him last month and the bite  became infected - tenosynovitis. Geo was in the hospital for four  days. He - for good reason - refuses to get anywhere near Polly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2246980601640224665?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2246980601640224665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/face-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2246980601640224665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2246980601640224665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/face-of-evil.html' title='The Face of Evil'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevWTOb8BjI/AAAAAAAAFi8/69h3yIHz5A4/s72-c/photo-766995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3660040598751190154</id><published>2009-04-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:59:48.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad rubber band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXCLoi1GI/AAAAAAAAFjM/FAyGXhZklA8/s1600-h/photo-769530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXCLoi1GI/AAAAAAAAFjM/FAyGXhZklA8/s400/photo-769530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326587416778298466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me - AND makes me so sad - when a rubber band breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3660040598751190154?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3660040598751190154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/sad-rubber-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3660040598751190154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3660040598751190154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/sad-rubber-band.html' title='Sad rubber band'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXCLoi1GI/AAAAAAAAFjM/FAyGXhZklA8/s72-c/photo-769530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-32271734215146814</id><published>2009-04-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:00:58.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deplorable Taste Of Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXSw9MIyI/AAAAAAAAFjU/O6Q8REECTEM/s1600-h/photo-744676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXSw9MIyI/AAAAAAAAFjU/O6Q8REECTEM/s400/photo-744676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326587701674910498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-32271734215146814?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/32271734215146814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/deplorable-taste-of-regret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/32271734215146814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/32271734215146814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/deplorable-taste-of-regret.html' title='The Deplorable Taste Of Regret'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SevXSw9MIyI/AAAAAAAAFjU/O6Q8REECTEM/s72-c/photo-744676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6804522318076048219</id><published>2009-04-03T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:20:10.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ping.fm Mistake</title><content type='html'>http://ping.fm/Uhw8U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6804522318076048219?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6804522318076048219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/httpping_4994.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6804522318076048219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6804522318076048219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2009/04/httpping_4994.html' title='A ping.fm Mistake'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7121142174464732635</id><published>2008-06-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:18:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear, Underwear . . .</title><content type='html'>I love The Great Muppet Caper and I especially love Charles Grodin in it. You can read how I feel about it in a previous post &lt;a href="http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2005/09/happiness-miss-piggy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Here is a very funny clip from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK3XlQzgn_Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK3XlQzgn_Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more clips from the movie. Ah, the sweet 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRgNW1Xp-JI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRgNW1Xp-JI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So maybe there aren't many of the videos. But in my search I found this. Trailers used to be so unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF6S2Z3PFUo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF6S2Z3PFUo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some Annie fun. Go to 1:45 to see my favorite lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZQRfp3SVNc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZQRfp3SVNc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7121142174464732635?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7121142174464732635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/underwear-underwear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7121142174464732635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7121142174464732635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/underwear-underwear.html' title='Underwear, Underwear . . .'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8256229084662533645</id><published>2008-06-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:59:03.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;a href="http://nancilator.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancilator&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday, so I made her a video. Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removed by carolynpepsi who thought the better of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8256229084662533645?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ff89c79e24d2a2c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8256229084662533645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/nancys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8256229084662533645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8256229084662533645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/nancys-birthday.html' title='Nancy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6760136665715746144</id><published>2008-06-18T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:49:33.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's either life or nostalgia</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting in my backyard in the dark with my pups and my blackberry. There is something about sitting back here and looking at the stars that makes me feel nostalgic. It's a certain spot in my backyard where I feel almost invisible to the world. It's where we keep our trashcans and I'm sitting on a dirty sidewalk, but it feels rather enchanting nonetheless. I would love to get some kind of cot, so I could just lie here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about even the smallest events that become significant to a child. I remember being outside, not far from here, when I was young and looking at the stars through by brother's binoculars. The stars seemed so elusive as my hands weren't steady enough for me to stay focused on them. They would seemingly zoom in and out of the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies are restless for me to go inside. I assume this is because it's pretty much their d-i-n-n-e-r time. And they seem to also be thinking: This is where we're going to hang out? Really? Not in your room with your tivo and your laptop? Really? You want us to instead lounge around in the dirt? What are we animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister first moved away from home, we missed each other a lot. She was only gone for three months, but we wrote to each other all the time. My favorite thing was when we would write remember lists and list the childhood experiences we remembered. Like: playing tennis against the garage door in the rain, staying up all night and reciting the sound of music from memory, when we were at vons with shannon and we were attempting to jump over rolls of wrapping paper like the chimney sweeps in mary poppins jumped over their broomsticks, when she wrote my 5th grade report on the civil war wherein the teacher gave me a C for plagiarizing, writing some other report for me in high school in exchange for a chocolate malt, writing a weird al-ish type song to the duran duran song rio about our cat (her name is pickles and she poops on the sand), when we would get in fights at the mall because she wanted to go to the disney store and I wanted to go to the dollar store, having an orange fight with sandy in the rain, having a spitting fight with sandy in the car, and (my absolute favorite) when we were in a fight and I bit her foot and she started hyperventilating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6760136665715746144?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6760136665715746144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/its-either-life-or-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6760136665715746144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6760136665715746144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/06/its-either-life-or-nostalgia.html' title='It&apos;s either life or nostalgia'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2627404655998607778</id><published>2008-05-24T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:58:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skidoosh</title><content type='html'>On the way to j+r&amp;#39;s to help them make a great race audition tape. It&amp;#39;s nice to take a little trip down to the oc on a weekend day. We&amp;#39;ve had some crazy weather in the ie the past few days. Rain. Crazy, I know. Actually we had some tornadoes. What fun. So cal, we&amp;#39;re not only known for our earthquakes anymore. I wonder when we&amp;#39;ll have a hurricaine or a tsunami. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So we saw indiana jones yesterday. It was quite cheesy. The thing that made it also quite watchable at the same time was shia lebouf. Is there anyone who doesn&amp;#39;t like shia lebouf? He&amp;#39;s a joy to watch. I smile just when he is on the screen. So I&amp;#39;d recommend seeing indiana jones because you can&amp;#39;t not watch it if you have an inclination for the first three - and also for shia lebouf. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t think that I was going to want to see kung-fu panda, but I find the preview quite hilarious. Maybe just the &amp;quot;skidoosh&amp;quot; part. It makes me happy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also want to see sex and the city and I find myself having to beg geo to go with me to it. He&amp;#39;s a baby. It does come out my birthday weekend. It does have kristin davis. I am his cute little wifey. I did go and see ironman with him - and prince caspian. What more does he want from me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skidoosh. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2627404655998607778?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2627404655998607778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/05/skidoosh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2627404655998607778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2627404655998607778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/05/skidoosh.html' title='Skidoosh'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-9061513084315746122</id><published>2008-05-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:20:52.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity Links</title><content type='html'>There are many great charity sites where all you have to do is visit a website once-a-day and click a button - and, voila, through sponsors, you help to contribute to the charity. I have put links to the some of these websites here - and I will put them along the right side of my page. Remember to click on them everyday. A couple of them are actually games that you play to help contribute - very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/tpc/THS_linktous_120_02"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="The Hunger Site" src="http://www.greatergood.com/images/linktous/120_ths-jelly-free.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about The Hunger Site on &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/charity/hungersite.asp"&gt;Snopes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripple.org"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Ripple" src="http://images.ripple.org/ripple-250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="234" alt="Free Rice" src="http://www.freerice.com/banners/234_60_Banner2.jpg" height="60"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about Free Rice on &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/charity/freerice.asp"&gt;Snopes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.porloschicos.com/PorLosChicos.NET/index_english.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Por Los Chicos" src="http://www.porloschicos.com/PorLosChicos.NET/img/ban4.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freepoverty.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt=" Free Poverty" src="http://www.freepoverty.com/banners/1.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/click2donate/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Care 2" src="http://dingo.care2.com/c2nav/nav_pri_logo.gif"/&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/6718915-9061513084315746122?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/9061513084315746122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/05/charity-links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/9061513084315746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/9061513084315746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/05/charity-links.html' title='Charity Links'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4433676849631268427</id><published>2008-04-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:30:06.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swhine</title><content type='html'>I have found captain geo's weakness - it's me whining up a storm. "Captain geoooooo, why isn't my mouse workiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? Why does this mouse weigh 20 poooooouuuuuuunds? Why do yooooooouuuuuuu have a nice mouse and I doooooooon't?" Then the day is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the biannual hunt for the perfect watch. This happens every birthday and christmas. I used to have the perfect watch and it has made me a watch snob and on the search for a watch just like it. My previous watch was made by fossil. It had a silver band. It was digital - not digital like a sports watch, but sleek digital with white numbers and a blue background. That watch has since died and is buried somewhere in a box in the garage. Since the time that my beloved watch died - may it rest in peace - I have been looking for a similar watch - to no avail. If you want digital, it's sporty - if you want a nice silver band, it's analog. The search continues. Why can't I find the right waaaaaaaatch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SBQ5N1j6J1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/yulhomJ51NA/s1600-h/AM4081_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SBQ5N1j6J1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/yulhomJ51NA/s320/AM4081_main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193839180143798098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SBQ5U1j6J2I/AAAAAAAADmY/pg1akPcMxxs/s1600-h/41X84DCJJ6L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SBQ5U1j6J2I/AAAAAAAADmY/pg1akPcMxxs/s320/41X84DCJJ6L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193839300402882402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just get those two alone together . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4433676849631268427?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4433676849631268427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/swhine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4433676849631268427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4433676849631268427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/swhine.html' title='The Swhine'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SBQ5N1j6J1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/yulhomJ51NA/s72-c/AM4081_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3997671847251026835</id><published>2008-04-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:15:34.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shmords</title><content type='html'>I like the word precedent. It&amp;#39;s fun to say. When I talk about setting precedents, I feel sophisticated. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3997671847251026835?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3997671847251026835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/shmords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3997671847251026835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3997671847251026835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/shmords.html' title='Shmords'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1501552283214152814</id><published>2008-04-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:57:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Flair</title><content type='html'>On &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; (join if you haven't), I'm addicted to the Flair application. I am making my own flair and I can't help myself. Here are my creations so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRWrRf5XI/AAAAAAAADj4/PTPoRJ_eBE8/s1600-h/fec11ea34f77501c2b516e1b00ab16cf97706652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRWrRf5XI/AAAAAAAADj4/PTPoRJ_eBE8/s400/fec11ea34f77501c2b516e1b00ab16cf97706652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189362120652744050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRTbRf5WI/AAAAAAAADjw/t09UbOhYfjE/s1600-h/ce9f2e85149192fbf9c2dfaed4a3a756b87ab55f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRTbRf5WI/AAAAAAAADjw/t09UbOhYfjE/s400/ce9f2e85149192fbf9c2dfaed4a3a756b87ab55f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189362064818169186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRPbRf5VI/AAAAAAAADjo/0Gxu4bGhvuM/s1600-h/b57a30e2b1cd37e85f0d8edcfe992de092c287cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRPbRf5VI/AAAAAAAADjo/0Gxu4bGhvuM/s400/b57a30e2b1cd37e85f0d8edcfe992de092c287cd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189361996098692434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRLbRf5UI/AAAAAAAADjg/BJx_xRgfZgc/s1600-h/af2a210764781d7ae3e390de458f1110868d9046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRLbRf5UI/AAAAAAAADjg/BJx_xRgfZgc/s400/af2a210764781d7ae3e390de458f1110868d9046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189361927379215682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRHbRf5TI/AAAAAAAADjY/T3FdqEc3MT4/s1600-h/84c7bd8949171b188c32f216e770625dd1666386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARQyLRf5PI/AAAAAAAADi4/F5dQ7ypJa5U/s400/4d3b65c32874242a6510be8c28c251f9042c90bf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189361493587518706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1501552283214152814?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1501552283214152814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/more-flair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1501552283214152814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1501552283214152814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/more-flair.html' title='More Flair'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SARRWrRf5XI/AAAAAAAADj4/PTPoRJ_eBE8/s72-c/fec11ea34f77501c2b516e1b00ab16cf97706652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5606369039150930356</id><published>2008-04-13T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:58:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SALWULRf5OI/AAAAAAAADiw/_nLGDg5jVKY/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SALWULRf5OI/AAAAAAAADiw/_nLGDg5jVKY/s400/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945362796143842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SALWOrRf5NI/AAAAAAAADio/NgR9OK4U5QE/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SALWOrRf5NI/AAAAAAAADio/NgR9OK4U5QE/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188945268306863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5606369039150930356?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5606369039150930356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5606369039150930356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5606369039150930356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SALWULRf5OI/AAAAAAAADiw/_nLGDg5jVKY/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1916941558032637657</id><published>2008-04-03T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:27:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELDON LETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_U9ulXpR1I/AAAAAAAADhY/660vdVCrJG8/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_U9ulXpR1I/AAAAAAAADhY/660vdVCrJG8/s320/01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185118416501557074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-1916941558032637657?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1916941558032637657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/weldon-letter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1916941558032637657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1916941558032637657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/04/weldon-letter.html' title='WELDON LETTER'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_U9ulXpR1I/AAAAAAAADhY/660vdVCrJG8/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2069853833199235933</id><published>2008-03-30T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:49:41.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress to compress</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_CW-1XpRyI/AAAAAAAADgg/WrUxajeaUd0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_CW-1XpRyI/AAAAAAAADgg/WrUxajeaUd0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183809177325750050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_CW2FXpRxI/AAAAAAAADgY/EtJGjHxXv5A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_CW2FXpRxI/AAAAAAAADgY/EtJGjHxXv5A/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183809027001894674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Penny's wedding invitation. I have censored it to protect the innocent. I have almost finished the dress. Unfortunately - due to patterns being so weird - it is too big. I'm normally about a size 10, but, based on my measurements, the pattern said that I'm larger than a 16. I made the 16 and now it's too big. I am going to try to fix it, so we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2069853833199235933?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2069853833199235933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/that-is-pennys-wedding-invitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2069853833199235933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2069853833199235933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/that-is-pennys-wedding-invitation.html' title='Dress to compress'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R_CW-1XpRyI/AAAAAAAADgg/WrUxajeaUd0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4316522309166368990</id><published>2008-03-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:19:01.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sew Excited (or some other stupid play on the word sew)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R-qvtVum2fI/AAAAAAAADf4/DRJ63XPHbc0/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FQjYyME0uanBn%3F%3D-741624"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R-qvtVum2fI/AAAAAAAADf4/DRJ63XPHbc0/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FQjYyME0uanBn%3F%3D-741624"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182147514704779762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So my friend penny is a-gettin&amp;#39; hitched. She has so graciously requested that I be a bridesmaid. I have decided to attempt to make my own dress. I haven&amp;#39;t sewn a dress - or anything like it - since I was like 15. The wedding is on 4/12, so I need to get-up get-up get busy. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4316522309166368990?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4316522309166368990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/sew-excited-or-some-other-stupid-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4316522309166368990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4316522309166368990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/sew-excited-or-some-other-stupid-play.html' title='Sew Excited (or some other stupid play on the word sew)'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R-qvtVum2fI/AAAAAAAADf4/DRJ63XPHbc0/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FQjYyME0uanBn%3F%3D-741624' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2580318659267108683</id><published>2008-03-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:17:01.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My A to Zs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02710325908225309633"&gt;Nancilator&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://nancilator.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Goos&lt;/a&gt; tagged anyone who wanted to be tagged so here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Attached or Single: Attached&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d_d6w2KTI/AAAAAAAADeM/1ZdeS9vN0HU/s1600-h/casa-2-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d_d6w2KTI/AAAAAAAADeM/1ZdeS9vN0HU/s200/casa-2-back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176746448652740914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B-Best Friend: Captain Geo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eIVaw2KVI/AAAAAAAADec/RWs9qXbfxAA/s1600-h/captaingeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eIVaw2KVI/AAAAAAAADec/RWs9qXbfxAA/s400/captaingeo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176756198228502866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;C-Cake or Pie: Pie - I love the crust&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eKBaw2KWI/AAAAAAAADek/QKhDC89yNt8/s1600-h/274068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eKBaw2KWI/AAAAAAAADek/QKhDC89yNt8/s200/274068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176758053654374754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;D-Day of Choice: Saturday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eKj6w2KXI/AAAAAAAADes/wZG8dWU8cwY/s1600-h/john-travolta-saturday-night-fever.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eKj6w2KXI/AAAAAAAADes/wZG8dWU8cwY/s200/john-travolta-saturday-night-fever.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176758646359861618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E-Essential Item: Worcestershire Sauce - I keep a bottle on my nightstand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eM1qw2KZI/AAAAAAAADe8/LnYf9TIyQKU/s1600-h/malvern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9eM1qw2KZI/AAAAAAAADe8/LnYf9TIyQKU/s200/malvern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176761150325795218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;F-Favorite TV Shows: Family Ties, How I Met Your Mother, Scrubs, Friends, The Office, 30 Rock, SNL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;G-Gummie Bears or Worms: Worms - Especially Kroger brand sour worms&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d9Wqw2KSI/AAAAAAAADeE/FLG8A7CyVe0/s1600-h/Kroger_New_Logo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d9Wqw2KSI/AAAAAAAADeE/FLG8A7CyVe0/s200/Kroger_New_Logo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176744125075433762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d8_aw2KRI/AAAAAAAADd8/WtRAXd63KW4/s1600-h/23518180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d8_aw2KRI/AAAAAAAADd8/WtRAXd63KW4/s200/23518180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176743725643475218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;H-Hometown: Riverside, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Indulgences: Krispy Kreme doughnuts, Dr. Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-January or July: January - pretty much any month where it's below 90 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: No kids, but 2 puppies and 2 kitties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: Teh interwebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-Marriage Date: May 11, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-Number of Siblings: 5 (4 older sisters, 1 older brother - I is teh baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-Oranges or Apples: Oranges (but not the dry oranges you buy at the store - I am partial to home grown in Southern California :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-Phobias or Fears: Tarantulas - I have other fears, but I can't name them because I fear that the information would be used against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-Quote: "Be a little kinder to other people than others are to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-Reason to Smile: Songs from Flight of the Conchords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d76aw2KQI/AAAAAAAADd0/riHn1uT7ahA/s1600-h/fotc109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d76aw2KQI/AAAAAAAADd0/riHn1uT7ahA/s200/fotc109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176742540232501506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-Smurf of Choice: Handy all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Tag: I tag everyone who reads this - That means you (if you want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Unknown fact about me: I was mistaken for a first grader by the lunch lady when I taught first grade. She thought I was one of the students in my class. When she found out I was the teacher she couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: I eat meat sparingly. I actually only like meat maybe once or twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-Worst Habit: Nail biting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-X-rays or Ultrasounds: I have never had an ultrasound, so x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-Your Favorite Food: Corned Beef and Cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-Your Zodiac: Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2580318659267108683?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2580318659267108683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/nancilator-of-goos-tagged-anyone-who.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2580318659267108683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2580318659267108683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/nancilator-of-goos-tagged-anyone-who.html' title='My A to Zs'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9d_d6w2KTI/AAAAAAAADeM/1ZdeS9vN0HU/s72-c/casa-2-back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2711496080157089530</id><published>2008-03-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:46:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually They Cannot Has Cheezburgers</title><content type='html'>Captain geo made a lol with our two very cute puppies. Click on the photo to see it on &lt;a href="'http://icanhascheezburger.com'"&gt;icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=745847'&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/3/11/noooesdement128497591097229802.jpg' alt='funny pictures' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="'http://icanhascheezburger.com'"&gt;icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt; for more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2711496080157089530?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=745847' title='Actually They Cannot Has Cheezburgers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2711496080157089530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/actually-they-cannot-has-cheezburgers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2711496080157089530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2711496080157089530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/actually-they-cannot-has-cheezburgers.html' title='Actually They Cannot Has Cheezburgers'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5432760088914918759</id><published>2008-03-07T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:57:23.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Trip to Krispy Kreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9dwrKw2KPI/AAAAAAAADdo/-A70AUl4edw/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9dwrKw2KPI/AAAAAAAADdo/-A70AUl4edw/s400/kk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176730183611590898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5432760088914918759?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5432760088914918759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/friday-night-trip-to-krispy-kreme_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5432760088914918759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5432760088914918759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/friday-night-trip-to-krispy-kreme_07.html' title='Friday Night Trip to Krispy Kreme'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R9dwrKw2KPI/AAAAAAAADdo/-A70AUl4edw/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6486956553683939672</id><published>2008-03-02T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:40:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skunkiness</title><content type='html'>Captain geo is making fun of my jacket because it&amp;#39;s big and poofy. I&amp;#39;m yawning to the tune of phantom limb. And now we smell phantom skunk. I think it&amp;#39;s captain geo. He&amp;#39;s a skunk who has an alter ego as a captain. Captain geo skunk. I have a headache. I blame my pillows. In my sleep I push up to the top of the bed until my pillows aren&amp;#39;t on the bed, but are pushed up against the wall and my head is upright. Maybe I should go to sleep further down. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6486956553683939672?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6486956553683939672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/skunkiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6486956553683939672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6486956553683939672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/skunkiness.html' title='Skunkiness'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7234541318609065447</id><published>2008-03-01T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T02:59:10.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mummy</title><content type='html'>Yea, it is the weekend. Glorious. So my mom and I had an idea: she is going to write a book with all of the funny things that have happened to her. Examples: when she received a call from the bishop&amp;#39;s answering machine, when she had a run-in with a dinosaur, when she broke into someone&amp;#39;s house, etc. She tells stories very well and many of her stories are lol funny. Right now she is self-publishing one book, writing her autobiography, waiting to hear from the studio when they want to make her movie, and working on some music projects. She&amp;#39;s a busy rabbit. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7234541318609065447?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7234541318609065447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/my-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7234541318609065447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7234541318609065447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/03/my-mummy.html' title='My Mummy'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-557029916743944943</id><published>2008-02-29T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:40:12.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Ramblings at 3 AM</title><content type='html'>So I can&amp;#39;t sleep again. I have a hypothesis that if you&amp;#39;re having trouble sleeping, you shouldn&amp;#39;t think about personal stuff. If you do, you feel emotions which would cause you to have a more difficult time falling asleep. So anyways, I started thinking about airplanes and how they work. Now it&amp;#39;s totally freaking me out. Giant metal objects staying afloat in the air - it just sounds impossible. Isn&amp;#39;t this a crazy world we live in? There is a question I have heard before - in a religious context: Why do we do what we do when we know what we know? I&amp;#39;m thinking of it in a general life standpoint. Why do I do the things I do - value the things I value - live the way I live - in a world such as this? (Sidenote: Weldon sounds like he&amp;#39;s gargling mouthwash.) I&amp;#39;m not thinking about the meaning of life, but more about the meaning of why do we, as a society, live the way that we live? What is success? Is our idea of success dictated by society? I took a freshman-level sociology class, so I&amp;#39;m an expert now of course, and I learned that almost every aspect of life is dictated by society. I am disturbed by that idea. But I probably shouldn&amp;#39;t be because, hypthetically-speaking, man has come a long way in every sense (ie: knowledge, industrialization, etc.) that to reject society at this point in time would then cause one to embrace ignorance. Alright, now I&amp;#39;m tired and I don&amp;#39;t know why I am writing this.&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-557029916743944943?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/557029916743944943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/philosophical-ramblings-at-3-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/557029916743944943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/557029916743944943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/philosophical-ramblings-at-3-am.html' title='Philosophical Ramblings at 3 AM'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-908869257320679124</id><published>2008-02-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:38:02.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free PC Remote Access</title><content type='html'>Just discovered &lt;a href="http://www.logmein.com"&gt;www.logmein.com&lt;/a&gt;. Free online remote access to your pc. I highly reccommend - and so does cnet. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-908869257320679124?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/908869257320679124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/free-pc-remote-access.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/908869257320679124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/908869257320679124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/free-pc-remote-access.html' title='Free PC Remote Access'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2042569062403624830</id><published>2008-02-26T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:52:17.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you burn calories complaining?</title><content type='html'>Yea, a new template . . . again. I really like this one, so I&amp;#39;ll probably stick with it for a while. I&amp;#39;m going to try to change the red to blue though - and maybe more. I&amp;#39;m very happy with it though. And look . . . comments. &lt;br&gt;So, what do you do when you&amp;#39;ve gained 25 pounds since you got married, it&amp;#39;s slowly moving up, you got an elliptical machine for christmas, and you just can&amp;#39;t seem to &amp;quot;find the right time&amp;quot; to use it? I have it set up so that I can watch dvds while exercising. I am using the 20 minute program - so I can exercise in less time than an episode of friends - which is what I have been watching with it. My goal this year was to watch all of the friends episodes while exercising. That&amp;#39;s roughly 240 episodes . . . And I&amp;#39;ve seen two. =0[ It&amp;#39;s probably just me and another case of poor scheduling and poor motivation. Wah wah wah. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2042569062403624830?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2042569062403624830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/do-you-burn-calories-complaining.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2042569062403624830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2042569062403624830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/do-you-burn-calories-complaining.html' title='Do you burn calories complaining?'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4799198849098886911</id><published>2008-02-20T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:53:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury duty - number two - tee hee</title><content type='html'>I am in jury duty. I was 30 minutes late - almost by choice. It was to my benefit because I didn&amp;#39;t have to wait anywhere, I just walked in and sat down. It&amp;#39;s loud - I want to go somewhere and sleep. The last time I was on jury duty was when I was 19 or 20. I spent the time writing to the missionary I was &amp;quot;waiting&amp;quot; for. (I wasn&amp;#39;t technically waiting because we weren&amp;#39;t technically together - and when he got home things didn&amp;#39;t techbically work out anyway.) I also made a diagram of a table I wanted to build, which I ended up building. I gave it to my mom. Now I have my blackberry (for using the internet and reading my ebooks and texting), my creative zen (for listening to music and watching movies/tv shows), and my stephenie meyer book (for reading about vampire love). How times have changed. All I had was paper and pen back then. Now I am loaded down with electronics. I can text love letters to captain geo. I&amp;#39;ll write one and see his response. I got no response. How&amp;#39;s that for an interesting anecdote? The old people here make me sad. They putter around; I want to cry. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4799198849098886911?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4799198849098886911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/jury-duty-number-two-tee-hee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4799198849098886911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4799198849098886911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/jury-duty-number-two-tee-hee.html' title='Jury duty - number two - tee hee'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7097392282973036865</id><published>2008-02-19T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:26:10.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to have comments on my blog and I&amp;#39;ve switched everything so that it&amp;#39;s turned on, but it&amp;#39;s just not working. &lt;br&gt;Captain geo thinks I&amp;#39;m obsessed with the kindergarten picture I posted. I think he&amp;#39;s right. I just look so adorable in that picture that I can&amp;#39;t stand it. I don&amp;#39;t know what happened to me after that. I wish I could look like that again, but when my hair is cut like that now, I get pig-face. (Scrubs.)&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7097392282973036865?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7097392282973036865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/i-want-to-have-comments-on-my-blog-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7097392282973036865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7097392282973036865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/i-want-to-have-comments-on-my-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-856290068177325553</id><published>2008-02-17T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:12:48.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna go back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alright, I am in a nostalgic mood. I was looking at 80s sites and on this one: &lt;a href="http://www.tripletsandus.com/80s/index.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; - which has this list: &lt;a href="http://www.tripletsandus.com/80s/stuck_80s.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Here is the list with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;Ways to Tell If You're Stuck in the 80's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Your fondest childhood memory is when Skippy got his head stuck in the banister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Reference to my favorite show, Family Ties. Classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. You relax by putting on your legwarmers and dancing to the "Flashdance" soundtrack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I actually don't like this movie, but probably because I only saw it a few years ago and not in the 80s. I recently bought a DVD which has this and Footloose on it, so maybe I will give it another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. You think the two Coreys are "totally awesome." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I was too young to think too much of them, but I remember how much they were loved. During cartoons on the weekdays, there would be a commercial to call a 976 number to talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. You're still bitter that Wham! broke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Loved Wham! I have a specific memory of being in one of the rooms at my house looking at the album cover. It was one of the first 80s CDs I bought when I started my collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Punky Brewster is your hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Loved the show. My sister looked like Punky Brewster and she had some kids following her around at the mall once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. You type all of your term papers on a Commodore 64. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Like we could have afforded that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. You still resent your parents for not installing a dumbwaiter in you house like Webster's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Webster's parents were gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. The only video games you play are Frogger and Pac Man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Our first set of video games was Nintendo, so my heart lies there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. You're building your own Clockwork Smurf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Has there been a better cartoon than the classic Smurfs? I had a Smurf bigwheel, smurf colorforms, and I want to name a daughter Asrael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. Your summer attire is Jellies and Jams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The jellies always rubbed against the back of my heels and made them bleed. We have a video of me dancing in jellies and I kick them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11. A-ha's "Take on Me" is still your favorite video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;That's right on. Even though I just recently learned that I had the lyrics all wrong all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12. You consider yourself truly, truly, truly outrageous, much like Jem and the Holograms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;We watched this every morning. When my brother was in middle school and had to leave before us, we would have to tell him what he had missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;13. You wonder why more people don't wear high heels, Jordache jeans and lacy white ankle socks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I do miss the lacy white ankle socks - I wore them with my jellies to take care of the heel problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;14. You call all motorcycle cops "Ponch." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;My sister had a huge crush on him. My sister has some physical therapy when her leg got hurt and the other CHiPs guy had physical therapy at the same time, but we weren't as impressed as we would have been if it was Ponch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;15. Every time you go to the beach you look for Snorks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The Snorks were okay, but they never could compete with the Smurfs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;16. You're still upset Madonna and Sean broke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I just remember watching their wedding on TV - wasn't it at Dodger Stadium? I didn't know who Sean Penn was then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;17. You know who Stinky Sullivan is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I actually don't, but it sounds familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;18. You work out with "Get in Shape Girl." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;No idea. We mousercised with Kellen - she came to our mall once and I think we got autographed photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;19. You want to be Molly Ringwald when you grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I loved her movies, but always thought she was a weird leading lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;20. You enjoy dancing on the ceiling and wearing your sunglasses at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;21. You know who Loverboy is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I assume that they mean the group and not the gross movie - maybe that was the 90s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;22. You think there should be a Kids Incorporated original cast reunion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I loved this show, but my older siblings wouldn't let me watch it - a tragedy in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;23. You think of Janet Jackson as "that girl who used to date Willis." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Nope - I didn't know they dated. Knew her as Michael Jackson's sister and singer of Nasty Boys. And him as everyone wondering what he was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;24. You can sing the theme song to Small Wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;YES! She brought love and laughter everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;25. Every time you see a fountain you want to dance around it and yell "Fame!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Fame was the show my older sister watched. She wanted to live forever and she wanted to learn how to fly - I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;26. You still have a shoebox full of Garbage Pail Kid cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I wasn't into them, but remember them as a classic part of 80s culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;27. You write your congressman asking him to introduce a bill to make "Born in the USA" the national anthem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The more memorable song to me was Born in East LA. Was that Cheech and Chong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;28. You still use your Snoopy Sno-cone Machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I wish. It was so cute. I actually only remember having the toy - I don't remember having the actual sno-cones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;29. You know it's not "comma, comma, comma" it's karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt; Actually, due to a recent SNL Boy George spoof, I think of it as Dona Dona Dona Donatella Versace eggnog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;30. You stay up nights wondering what Bastian's mother's name was in the "Never-ending Story." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The movie kind of grossed me out. I don't know which one was Bastian. But I do get very sad when I think about the poor horse in the quicksand. =0[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;31. You have nightmares about the Peculiar Purple Pieman of Porcupine Peak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;That I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;32. You still practice your Care Bear stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I had a Care Bear record player. And I was called Care Bear - a play on Carolyn - on occasion. I remember best the commercial for Pizza Hut that had them on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;33. You know that girls just wanna have fun-un. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The song and video were good. The movie is the best thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;34. You can name all of the Wuzzles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I can't recall them very well. They were fuzzy or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;35. You harbor a secret dream of being slimed by Alistair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;What girl doesn't? He was the cutest. I want to name a son Allister (I think the other spelling is weird) or McAllister (it's a name of a nearby street).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;36. You can do the Safety Dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I know this song better as Weird Al's The Brady Bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;37. In your spare time you are writing the "Breakfast Club 2." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Love it, but not as much as Pretty in Pink. "Blaine?! That's a major appliance; it's not a name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;38. You like to "connect the dots, la la la la!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;All I know of this is that my sister and her friend would make fun of another girl's zits with this song. I thought they made it up, I didn't know it actually was from something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;39. Someone mentions Jennifer Beals and you don't say "Who?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Actually I do. It's familiar. Oh, I IMDBed - Flashdance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;40. Your prized possession is a collection of "Return of the Jedi" Shrinky Dinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I did love shrinky dinks, but I wasn't too in to Star Wars. That came when I met the captain geo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;41. You know whose number is 867-5309. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;42. You get depressed thinking about Anthony Michael Hall's career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes - and Molly Ringwald. What happened, guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;43. You're starting a write-in campaign to MTV to bring back Remote Control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;This seemed more 90s to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;44. You drink Diet Coke because Max Headroom told you to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Did he? Damn that Max Headroom. I liked the Max Headroom spoof on the Timmy tapes. I just tried googling them with no success. It was some kind of comedy tape about a fat non-Mormon kid that lived in Utah. He thought Brigham Young was really Santa Claus. He called Max Headroom, Max Restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;45. You consider Jo vs. Blair the major philosophical conflict of the 20th century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Loved the Facts of Life. Wanted to be like Jo. I want a motorcycle now - maybe those are repressed want-to-be-like-Jo feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;46. You have a duck phone and ride around your house on a little train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Silver Spoons? I did like the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;47. You want to be one of the Solid Gold dancers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;48. You still watch things on Beta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;We were too good for beta. When I saw beta tapes in the video store as a kid, I was always confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;49. You want to change your name to Rio and dance on the sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Duran Duran was the best. I remember being on a family vacation and listening to this on a walkman while we were driving across the dessert. My sister and I made up a parody about our cat Pickles: Her name is Pickles and she poops on the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;50. Your favorite proverb is "some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Is that about "Some Like it Hot" and "The Heat is On"? Those were great songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;51. You always waited for the Sweet Pickles Bus to visit your house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes I did! I wanted to order that stuff so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;52. Your favorite party game is Hungry, Hungry Hippos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yep. I asked my dad tp get me it for Christmas when I was 15 or 16. He must have thought I was very immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;53. You know that "Weird Science" was a movie before a tv show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Was it a TV show? I still quote parts of this. "In your dream did I get up in the middle of the night and yak in the sink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;54. You saw the New Kids on the Block when they were Tiffany's opening act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I wasn't allowed to like New Kids on the Block - my siblings were above them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;55. You liked Tom Hanks better when he was a crossdresser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The shows we were allowed to watch as kids . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;56. You know which Hollywood Square Jim J. Bullock was in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Ha ha. Wasn't he the dorky guy on Too Close for Comfort? IMDBed - yes he was. I can't believe I knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;57. You practice getting in and out of your car through the windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The Dukes of Hazzard were hot. I was so grossed out by the boss hog guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;58. You have the tendency to turn up the collar of your polo shirts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Not as memorable as other styles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;59. You're still wondering who really was the boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I always thought Angela was gross and that Tony seemed gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;60. You know what the "P" in Alex P. Keaton stands for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;This is the ultimate test because I thought you never found out - just that when his cousin was wearing this shirt, he said APK stood for A Perfect Kousin. I'll be sad if it was revealed and I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;61. You keep asking your teacher's if instead of the quiz you can take the physical challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Double Dare. I had the biggest crush on Mark Sommers. Is there any young girl that didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;62. You organize weekend tournaments of TV tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Tee hee. Our's was usually cartoon tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;63. You still drink New Coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have never paid any attention to Coke - alright, I do remember a Coca-Cola Classic commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;64. When you watch "Terminator 2" you wonder where Vincent is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Over my head - I haven't seen the first 2 terminators - loved 3 though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;65. You know ALF's real name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Norman, right? IMDBed - Gordon. I'm sad I was wrong. "Gordon says he lives in outer space, 'cause there ain't no one like him in the Melmacian race" - from the ALF cartoon. At least Norman and Gordon are close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;66. You never go out for a night on the town without frosted blue eyeshadow and feathered bangs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I was too young for that when it was popular. I've tried it since and it's comical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;67. You can name all of the Thundercats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;That's not my bag, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;68. You got a hankerin' for a hunk of cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;69. Everything in your wardrobe is either fluorescent of pastel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I wish. In my kindergarten picture I was wearing a fluorescent green sweatshirt and I look so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R7kFbwZO5gI/AAAAAAAADZw/N0Fmt4JH0wo/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R7kFbwZO5gI/AAAAAAAADZw/N0Fmt4JH0wo/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168168021789697538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;70. Your musical inspiration is Sonny Mann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;71. Sometimes you just want to shout, shout, let it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yep. I know it better from on of the Weird Al polkas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;72. You're planning a dream vacation to Mepos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Perfect Strangers. We tivoed some recently - soooooooo 80s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;73. You use your Speak and Spell to phone home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Never had one - and I only saw ET at a drive-in when I was 5 or 6 and I slept through it. =0[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;74. You know the original members of Menudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Nope - only that Ricky Martin was in Menudo as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;75. Sometimes out of the blue you just got to shake your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I'm not familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;76. When you're stuck in traffic you tell your car to engage Turbo Boost and are surprised when it doesn't talk back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Knight Rider reference. I only watched it a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;77. You remember when Vanessa sang karaoke to "Locomotion." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Huxtable? I asked the captain and he gave me all the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;78. You know that Mr. Steele functions best in an advisory capacity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Who is Mr. Steele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;79. People are constantly gagging you with spoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;80. Your idea of appreciating ancient cultures is "Walk Like an Egyptian." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;My sisters told me to walk like an Egyptian - I walked like a robot instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;81. The only thing you know about the Nazis is that they threw Indy to the snakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Not even back then - to me the German guy looked Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;82. You still use your hair crimper before going out on a hot date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I want to - it's with my curling iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;83. You hatch plots to break Murdock out of VA hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;84. You know which five people Serpentor's DNA came from. What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;85. You have the "We Are the World" on 45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;It still makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;86. You're still sending death threats to Mr. Rubik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Liked to just mess around with them. My brother can solve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;87. You can feel St. Elmo's fire burning in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes. I love the song, but I've never seen the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;88. You watch NYPD Blue thinking, "Well they're no Crockett and Tubbs, that's for sure!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;89. "Goonies" is your favorite movie of all time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;It is classic and fun. I loved the Cyndi Lauper video Good Enough and I listen to the song a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;90. You get thrown out of classical music concerts after interrupting a Mozart piece yelling "Ooooo, rock me Amadeus!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I'm much more likely to yell, "Who wrote it?" as my mom always does when classical music comes on. That's a personal 80s memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;91. You still mourn the death of Rudy's goldfish, Lamont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;92. If someone says, "Who are you gonna call?" the first thing you say is "Ghostbusters." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Of course. Is there any other answer to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;93. When someone calls for someone more than once in public, you start saying, "Bueller, Bueller, Bueller." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Then you go on to explain why he's not in school. No problem whatsoever. Frye, Frye, Frye . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-856290068177325553?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/856290068177325553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/alright-i-am-in-nostalgic-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/856290068177325553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/856290068177325553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/alright-i-am-in-nostalgic-mood.html' title='Gonna go back in time'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R7kFbwZO5gI/AAAAAAAADZw/N0Fmt4JH0wo/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4996004138259354073</id><published>2008-02-03T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:53:12.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cold and the fruitful</title><content type='html'>So today was the super bowl. Is that one or two words? I think the actual super bowl was the bowl of artichoke spinach dip which robyn made. Yummy. It&amp;#39;s nice and flippin cold here in so cal. I want to complain, but then I just think of how it will be summer all too soon and I&amp;#39;ll be crying for the cold weather and my tears won&amp;#39;t come becasue all the liquid in my body will have evaporated in the 113 degree heat. I&amp;#39;m glad I don&amp;#39;t live in the utah snow anymore though. The problem with some places where they have much colder winters is that their summers are almost as hot as they are here in the inland empire. I was totally duped when I moved to utah and expected mild summers. And we never lived anywhere there with real air conditioning (most of them had fake air conditioning though, where something is making noise and air is coming out and it&amp;#39;s turned to cool and your paying a huge electricity bill, but you expect that any moment satan will drop by to see if he could come in to warm up). &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4996004138259354073?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4996004138259354073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/cold-and-fruitful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4996004138259354073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4996004138259354073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/cold-and-fruitful.html' title='The cold and the fruitful'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4255053741452089639</id><published>2008-02-01T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:32:11.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookfomercial - it IS the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s after 3 and I can&amp;#39;t sleep because I had an extra-large baja blast from taco bell - caffeine. I thought I would read, but then I thought I would blog about what I&amp;#39;m reading. I have a Mobipocket ebook Reader which you can dowload free at &lt;a href="http://www.mobipocket.com/"&gt;www.mobipocket.com/&lt;/a&gt; - I use it on my blackberry, but it can also be used on a pc. Then I go to Project Gutenberg at &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/"&gt;www.gutenberg.org/&lt;/a&gt; and download free ebooks which are in the public domain. I recently read pride and prejudice on my phone and now I&amp;#39;m on to emma. I also have other books on it such as little women, 20,000 leagues under the sea, alice&amp;#39;s adventures in wonderland, the count of monte cristo, anne of green gables, etc. It&amp;#39;s nice to not have to pay money for it - me and my frugality (or should that say my frugality and me?) and I enjoy the convenience of always having something to read without dragging around a book. I feel like I&amp;#39;m on an infomercial. Are you tired of dragging around a book to read? This book weighs like 8 ounces, I&amp;#39;m exhausted from the exertion of carrying it. There&amp;#39;s got to be a better way. Now with the blackberry, you only have to carry 6 ounces. It&amp;#39;s like the weight of the world has been removed from my shoulders. I want to name a son atlas. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4255053741452089639?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4255053741452089639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/bookfomercial-it-is-middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4255053741452089639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4255053741452089639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/02/bookfomercial-it-is-middle-of-night.html' title='Bookfomercial - it IS the middle of the night'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3310007315005105375</id><published>2008-01-31T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:10:20.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a dvd with footloose and flash dance on it. After seeing the little footloose spoof on flight of the conchords, I wanted to watch it and to show it to captain geo. Ah, the sweet 80s. We just watched the one part, but I think it would make me cry if I watched the whole thing. He was just a misunderstood kid trying to do the best he could. He was shy and didn&amp;#39;t have any friends at first, but then he changed the whole town. He treated arial like she should have been treated. It&amp;#39;s making me cry now. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3310007315005105375?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3310007315005105375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-got-dvd-with-footloose-and-flash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3310007315005105375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3310007315005105375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-got-dvd-with-footloose-and-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6467207441901714961</id><published>2008-01-31T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:19:47.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New song to download</title><content type='html'>Now I am at wal-mart and they are playing &amp;quot;I found the masterpiece in you.&amp;quot; Sappy 90s song. Is there any other kind?&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6467207441901714961?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6467207441901714961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/new-song-to-download.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6467207441901714961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6467207441901714961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/new-song-to-download.html' title='New song to download'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7905910489177625345</id><published>2008-01-31T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:05:16.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R6KojJ94cFI/AAAAAAAADYU/agOfAmWrtrk/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FV2VsZG9uIDAxLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-716719"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R6KojJ94cFI/AAAAAAAADYU/agOfAmWrtrk/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FV2VsZG9uIDAxLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-716719"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161873444844367954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At target. I want to get weldon a shirt that says &amp;quot;go fetch yourself.&amp;quot; He does need a new shirt as he outgrew the one in this picture long ago.&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7905910489177625345?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7905910489177625345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/puppy-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7905910489177625345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7905910489177625345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/puppy-clothes.html' title='Puppy clothes'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R6KojJ94cFI/AAAAAAAADYU/agOfAmWrtrk/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FV2VsZG9uIDAxLkpQRw%3D%3D%3F%3D-716719' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2523812651748422618</id><published>2008-01-29T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:56:05.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull-Tabs For a  Good Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.llrmh.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R5-5G594cEI/AAAAAAAADYM/KRSDRVeQ628/s400/machouse.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161047226280603714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;o:wrapblock&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;   &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;   &lt;v:formulas&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;    &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;/v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;   &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt;  &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" allowoverlap="f"&gt;   &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Carolyn\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt;   &lt;w:wrap type="topAndBottom"&gt;  &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;/o:wrapblock&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;" &gt;Collect-A-Million Day 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;" &gt;Location: University of Redlands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;" &gt;Date: Friday, March 7, 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time: 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our “Pull Tab” program is an ongoing fundraiser that provides an opportunity for the community to become actively involved in supporting the Loma Linda Ronald McDonald House. Through this unique program, groups or individuals collect the tops of aluminum cans and bring them to our House to be recycled, generating money for the families who make our House their home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Throughout the year, tabs may be dropped into the little house located in front of the Loma Linda Ronald McDonald House. However, on March 7th, 2008, tab collectors are invited to participate in our “Collect-A-Million Day,” which will be held at the University of Redlands. On this day, aluminum cans and plastic bottles with the CRV logo will also be accepted for recycling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'position:absolute;" stroked="t" strokeweight="1pt"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Carolyn\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://www.llrmh.org/images/pulltab.jpg"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last year, an incredible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;14,414,675 tabs were collected, bringing in $7,969.50 for our House and the families it serves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;! Help us meet or beat that amount this year by bringing your tabs!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Call (909) 558-8300 for more information.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Bold;" &gt;Facts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 pound = 1,267 tabs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 ton = 2,534,000 tabs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tabs are not used for medical treatment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saving the tab is a simple and clean way of recycling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: normal ! important;font-family:Myriad-Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Money received is determined by the weight of the aluminum collected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.llrmh.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ronald McDonald House of Loma Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2523812651748422618?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2523812651748422618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/pull-tabs-for-good-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2523812651748422618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2523812651748422618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/pull-tabs-for-good-cause.html' title='Pull-Tabs For a  Good Cause'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R5-5G594cEI/AAAAAAAADYM/KRSDRVeQ628/s72-c/machouse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4118108056543400431</id><published>2008-01-27T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:54:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutorial: How to create your own custom brush in PhotoShop</title><content type='html'>This is a simple how-to of how to make your own PhotoShop brushes for creating great designs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://graphics-illustrations.com/2007/07/13/tutorial-how-to-create-your-own-custom-brush-in-photoshop/'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/design/Tutorial_How_to_create_your_own_custom_brush_in_PhotoShop'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4118108056543400431?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4118108056543400431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/tutorial-how-to-create-your-own-custom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4118108056543400431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4118108056543400431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/tutorial-how-to-create-your-own-custom.html' title='Tutorial: How to create your own custom brush in PhotoShop'/><author><name>carolyn pepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03482758453904147310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6097929151761708495</id><published>2008-01-26T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:52:34.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded by groceries</title><content type='html'>Captain geo and I are out on our somewhat-weekly shopping trip. I have a headache and I&amp;#39;m tired and I&amp;#39;m a hip-hop-opotomaus. I am trying to teach myself to like water. Well I actually like ice water, but cold water isn&amp;#39;t that good and room tempurature water is unthinkable. Captain geo was trying to make a difficult decision regarding stew meat and I wasn&amp;#39;t giving him enough input. I honestly have no opinion on stew meat. Now we&amp;#39;re on to potato decisions. Apparently I need to be more constructive with my feedback. I do however have strong opinions regarding baby onions. They&amp;#39;re cute. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6097929151761708495?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6097929151761708495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/im-surrounded-by-groceries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6097929151761708495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6097929151761708495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/im-surrounded-by-groceries.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded by groceries'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-2987332553111972792</id><published>2008-01-25T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:07:43.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Cute Cute Cute Cute</title><content type='html'>Here are two cute kitty things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;icanhascheezburger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/01/21/funny-pictures-just-get-mom-ok/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/01/funny-pictures-cat-nose-stuck.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I just find that so cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.thefunnystuff.net/viewmovie.php?ad_key=MYQFWBUSMQKD&amp;amp;tracking_id=890373&amp;amp;id=614"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; for a silly cat video from &lt;a href="http://www.thefunnystuff.net/"&gt;thefunnystuff.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a great job of capturing the personalities of cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-2987332553111972792?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/2987332553111972792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/here-are-two-cute-kitty-things-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2987332553111972792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/2987332553111972792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/here-are-two-cute-kitty-things-from.html' title='Cute Cute Cute Cute Cute'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-4407674629108888545</id><published>2008-01-24T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:03:59.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered In Sadness</title><content type='html'>Last night I was sad. I used my elliptical machine for the first time since christmas (yea!) and took a shower after. During said shower, I looked down and saw a medium-sized spider on the shower floor. Maybe he was dirty. Under normal circumstances, I would have procured a cup, procured the spider into the cup, and dropped him off outside. However, being in the shower, this made my normal procurement undesirable. While I was contemplating what to do for the spider, he got water-logged and curled up. I used the bottom of a razor handle to scoop him up and I proceeded to put him in the dry sink. He was not moving. I blew on him to try to dry him off thinking that he would be okay when he dried. Still not moving. I left him in there and went back to my shower. I checked on him intermittently to see if he would eventually start moving. Nothing. When I finished the shower, I had to accept that the spider was not going to move anymore. How sad. I felt guilty for not acting faster in my rescue efforts. I could have saved him. I can see the headlines: Carolynpepsi, She Could Have Saved Him. It would say that. I talked to my mom about it - she's gone through the same thing. We're kindred spirits. Captain geo came home and saw the lifeless spider lying in the sink - as I didn't have the heart to send him to his final resting place. Captain geo took it upon himself to see to the remains and gave him a proper burial at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-4407674629108888545?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/4407674629108888545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/last-night-i-was-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4407674629108888545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/4407674629108888545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/last-night-i-was-sad.html' title='Showered In Sadness'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-1567309641498166352</id><published>2008-01-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:59:45.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poor Cows</title><content type='html'>Captain Geo and I watched No Country For Old Men last week. So I realized this morning that I look like Javier Bardem in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/movies/filmfestivals/newyork/2007/coenbros071001_2_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://nymag.com/movies/filmfestivals/newyork/2007/coenbros071001_2_560.jpg" alt="" 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/6718915-1567309641498166352?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/1567309641498166352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/captain-geo-and-i-watched-no-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1567309641498166352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/1567309641498166352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/captain-geo-and-i-watched-no-country.html' title='The Poor Cows'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-7485683512517947463</id><published>2008-01-22T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:43:15.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said a Swear</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the biggest loser. It's making me cry. Damn you, biggest loser.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-7485683512517947463?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/7485683512517947463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-watching-biggest-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7485683512517947463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/7485683512517947463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-watching-biggest-loser.html' title='I Said a Swear'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-709228692182319508</id><published>2008-01-22T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:55:05.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fw: Google is practically giving away money</title><content type='html'>I created a new email password and it took me a while to realize that that was the reason why my blackberry wasn&amp;#39;t working. I had sent this and it didn&amp;#39;t go through, so now it&amp;#39;s a forward. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br&gt;From: carolynpepsi@gmail.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 02:17:46 &lt;br&gt;To:&amp;quot;BLOGGER&amp;quot; &amp;lt;go@blogger.com&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Subject: Google is practically giving away money&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yesterday I enjoyed my day off. I thought of cleaning, but I used the computer most of the day - a la blog. I put up some of the google ads. I get $.01 for every 250 hits on my blog. So, in order to get the minimum $50 payment, all I need is 1,250,000 hits on my blog. So, I had 30 hits yesterday - that&amp;#39;s a high point, but let&amp;#39;s just imagine that&amp;#39;s my average - so 1,250,000 &amp;#247; 30 &amp;#247; 365 . . . carry the 2 . . . I will make my $50 in about 114 years. Who needs a job when I&amp;#39;m bringing in money like this? Maybe I&amp;#39;ll be able to buy a loaf of bread with the money - or a new coffin. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-709228692182319508?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/709228692182319508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/fw-google-is-practically-giving-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/709228692182319508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/709228692182319508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/fw-google-is-practically-giving-away.html' title='Fw: Google is practically giving away money'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3256188521920435499</id><published>2008-01-22T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:55:29.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google is practically giving away money</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I enjoyed my day off. I thought of cleaning, but I used the computer most of the day - a la blog. I put up some of the google ads. I get $.01 for every 250 hits on my blog. So, in order to get the minimum $50 payment, all I need is 1,250,000 hits on my blog. So, I had 30 hits yesterday - that&amp;#39;s a high point, but let&amp;#39;s just imagine that&amp;#39;s my average - so 1,250,000 &amp;#247; 30 &amp;#247; 365 . . . carry the 2 . . . I will make my $50 in about 114 years. Who needs a job when I&amp;#39;m bringing in money like this? Maybe I&amp;#39;ll be able to buy a loaf of bread with the money - or a new coffin. &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3256188521920435499?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3256188521920435499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/google-is-practically-giving-away-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3256188521920435499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3256188521920435499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/google-is-practically-giving-away-money.html' title='Google is practically giving away money'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5978545309154796387</id><published>2008-01-20T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:42:19.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Only Young Once</title><content type='html'>So I didn't do so well in high school and, I think I can safely assume, as a result of this, I have recurring dreams of being in high school and not doing so well. Sometimes I am still high school age, but often I am my current late 20s age and still in regular high school. So these dreams of being in high school are one thing, but the other night I had a dream that I was still in kindergarten - at my current age. I had to write a book report in order to pass the grade. I think I was even having trouble getting it done.  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5978545309154796387?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5978545309154796387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/so-i-didn-do-so-well-in-high-school-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5978545309154796387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5978545309154796387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/so-i-didn-do-so-well-in-high-school-and.html' title='You&apos;re Only Young Once'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-5590288690054908573</id><published>2008-01-20T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:38:30.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doth My Eyes Deceive Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R5PqOY2EQcI/AAAAAAAADSU/OP450bp14Ds/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUElDLTAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-788772"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R5PqOY2EQcI/AAAAAAAADSU/OP450bp14Ds/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUElDLTAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-788772" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157723531177640386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-5590288690054908573?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/5590288690054908573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/pic-0077jpg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5590288690054908573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/5590288690054908573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/pic-0077jpg.html' title='Doth My Eyes Deceive Me?'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R5PqOY2EQcI/AAAAAAAADSU/OP450bp14Ds/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FUElDLTAwNzcuanBn%3F%3D-788772' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-440819347838689884</id><published>2008-01-20T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:09:51.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure if I like titles</title><content type='html'>Should I have titles on my blog? I don&amp;#39;t know. I don&amp;#39;t like the need to write clever titles. It&amp;#39;s like subjects in email. If I try to be clever, I hate seeing &amp;quot;re: some stupid &amp;#39;clever&amp;#39; subject&amp;quot; over and over in my inbox. Or &amp;quot;re: hello&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;re: como estas?&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;re: fwd: forward this to everyone you know - it&amp;#39;s totally true - my friend&amp;#39;s cousin didn&amp;#39;t forward it and he got deported to canada - and he&amp;#39;s not even canadian - microsoft is giving away a cookie recipe that they received in an email from jesus - they&amp;#39;re REALLY good!!! - jesus told them the recipe was $2.50, but then he took $250,000,000,000,000,000 out of their paypal account, so now they&amp;#39;re sharing the recipe with everyone.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-440819347838689884?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/440819347838689884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/not-sure-if-i-like-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/440819347838689884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/440819347838689884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/not-sure-if-i-like-titles.html' title='Not sure if I like titles'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6475629632525837484</id><published>2008-01-19T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:36:09.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Going For Boring</title><content type='html'>Captain geo claims not to have road rage, but "road impatience." At borders looking at book called the power of kindness by piero ferrucci.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6475629632525837484?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6475629632525837484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/captain-geo-claims-not-to-have-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6475629632525837484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6475629632525837484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/captain-geo-claims-not-to-have-road.html' title='I Was Going For Boring'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6369980895512048410</id><published>2008-01-19T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:35:20.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog Was Found Where the Internets Used to Be</title><content type='html'>I'm in a mood. We're at olivia's, a little mexican restaurant, waiting to be seated. Jon thinks he sees his 8th grade history teacher. Exciting, huh? This is like the friday night date place. It is jon's 8th grade history teacher. The fun never ends here at olivia's. Now we just saw cloverfield. It was pretty good. It made captain geo sick - all that shaky amateur-filming type thing. When he saw blair witch project, he had to leave the theatre because he thought he was going to yak and he missed the end of the movie. Luckily he just closed his eyes for a while during cloverfield. The ending credit music is yelling at me. Captain geo and I always stay through to the end of the credits. It always turns out that everyone else leaves except for the people sitting directly next to us. Tonight was no exception. Is that interesting? Captain geo found a teenage girl's anaheim angels wallet. He turned it in to a guy in a suit at the theatre. We think he works there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6369980895512048410?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6369980895512048410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-in-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6369980895512048410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6369980895512048410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/i-in-mood.html' title='This Blog Was Found Where the Internets Used to Be'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-6530643033451774782</id><published>2008-01-16T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:33:41.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse and the Motorcycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R47akY2EQGI/AAAAAAAADOw/-4LquSc2KJg/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FMDEyLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-701002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R47akY2EQGI/AAAAAAAADOw/-4LquSc2KJg/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FMDEyLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-701002" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156298942065164386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-6530643033451774782?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/6530643033451774782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/sent-via-blackberry-by-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6530643033451774782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/6530643033451774782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/sent-via-blackberry-by-at.html' title='Mouse and the Motorcycle'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/R47akY2EQGI/AAAAAAAADOw/-4LquSc2KJg/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FMDEyLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-701002' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-8196905596957692703</id><published>2008-01-16T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:32:25.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lefty is Alrighty</title><content type='html'>And now, the stunning conclusion to the great contact mystery. Lefty was in my open contact case . . . waiting to go in the eye. He was a little sad, but he ultimately enjoyed his day off and his alone time. I've been giving him an extra amount of contact solution to make up for it and it seems that he has forgiven me.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-8196905596957692703?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/8196905596957692703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/and-now-stunning-conclusion-to-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8196905596957692703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/8196905596957692703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/and-now-stunning-conclusion-to-great.html' title='Lefty is Alrighty'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-3857585564841150063</id><published>2008-01-14T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:31:06.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Trying to Contact You</title><content type='html'>So I just realized that my left contact isn't in my left eye. Either it fell out sometime during the day - or I didn't put it in today. I have to wait until I'm home when I can look in my contact case to see if it is there waiting for me. If it's there, it probably feels unloved and left out. If it fell out, it's all alone in a strange place and sad. Either way it's a sad little contact. Little lefty.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6718915-3857585564841150063?l=www.carolynpepsi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/feeds/3857585564841150063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/so-i-just-realized-that-my-left-contact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3857585564841150063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6718915/posts/default/3857585564841150063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.carolynpepsi.com/2008/01/so-i-just-realized-that-my-left-contact.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Trying to Contact You'/><author><name>carolynpepsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08117193322708900909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H5K6vaRfKA0/SdAPgKJSjSI/AAAAAAAAFfA/xEMW_KoQm6w/S220/s624991071_1585195_2503.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718915.post-702525688035709285</id><published>2008-01-13T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:29:58.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamoned</title><content type='html'>On my way to my brother's house. Captain geo is installing a dvd burner for jon and robyn - and murphy because I think he'll appreciate it too. Driving down the 241 toll road. Seeing irvine in the distance. Could my life be any more exciting? Speaking of life, last night I started play second life. It was kind of fun. I made a nice friend who showed me around and helped me find clothes and skin and hair. I kept accidentally taking my hair off. It was very interesting. Along with that and peggle and scrabulous, I have much interesting computer stuff to do. I plan on getting carolynpepsi.com up-and-running for my blog. I also plan on opening a site at wherearemyducks.com for kid learning and entertainment and selling clothes that I make with mido and friends. It's a pipe dream right now - which I don't even know what pipe dream means, but I know it fits. I am hungry. I have some new wheat thins which are "lightly cinnamon". I don't think that makes sense. I thinked cinnamon would need to be changed to cinnamoned. Maybe I should write to them. Nevertheless, they are very yummy. Like cinnamon toast. As a matter of fact, you do. Almost at the house. Signing off. 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