<?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-9045150599845400292</id><updated>2011-10-01T12:20:10.522-07:00</updated><category term='Dreams as of Yet Unfulfilled.'/><category term='ponderings'/><category term='Brother Babcock&apos;s British Literature class 2008'/><category term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><category term='Sheldon: The Big Bang Theory'/><category term='work stories'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Brother Jensen&apos;s Humanities Class'/><category term='HI-larious'/><category term='Brilliant Ideas'/><category term='Men I Love'/><category term='Books...Books...More Books...'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='Sister Hawker&apos;s English 495 Class'/><title type='text'>A Work in Progress...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a goof looking for my ball.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-712293565640495665</id><published>2011-09-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:32:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' the Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick note to let you all know that I will no longer be posting on this web address. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you still want to see what I've been up to, check out my new blog, &lt;a href="http://elleemsee.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-712293565640495665?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/712293565640495665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=712293565640495665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/712293565640495665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/712293565640495665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/09/movin-blog.html' title='Movin&apos; the Blog'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-3609812355967052492</id><published>2011-09-19T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:30:40.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hello Blogging World! Long time no post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is going to be short because I'm already exhausted (and it is only 9:15). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have this app on my Google home page that give me "Art of the Day" even though it refreshes and gives you a new piece of art whenever you leave the website. ANYWAY, I saw this and froze. She is gorgeous. The lines and the colors - not to mention the texture the piece (oil on canvas is one of my favorite mediums).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece is &lt;i&gt;Boreas &lt;/i&gt;by John William Waterhouse, painted in 1902:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNXkceQzhk/TngTQz6gWkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cc8y-G45wUY/s1600/waterhouse_boreas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNXkceQzhk/TngTQz6gWkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cc8y-G45wUY/s320/waterhouse_boreas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654290511698090562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When I first saw it, I thought it looked vaguely familiar, but I knew I had never seen this before. So, I googled John William Waterhouse and figured out why this looked familiar. You may recognize this beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "  &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNXkceQzhk/TngTQz6gWkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cc8y-G45wUY/s1600/waterhouse_boreas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGWOC9enCNg/TngUiyV-f9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ki-yfM2FBr4/s320/waterhouse_the%2Blady%2Bof%2Bshalott.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654291920025714642" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Lady of Shallot&lt;/i&gt;. (This always reminds me of that scene in &lt;i&gt;Anne of Green Gables.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Once I googled John William Waterhouse, I found SO MANY pieces that I love. I don't want to post them all, because that is ridiculous, but here are just two more that I wanted to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UsdhKjhT9o/TngU9u7z31I/AAAAAAAAAq0/s0XaRbRllEg/s320/waterhouse_rose.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654292382967127890" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My Sweet Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and, finally, &lt;i&gt;Ophelia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06MkoAH9wk8/TngVf1IHeoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Hgc537o9B_4/s320/waterhouse_ophelia.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654292968744909442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. A great find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. I'll be blogging about my recent trips to Seattle. Someday. Soon. Ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. Seeing Blue October in concert yet again. Chelsea and I sat down and figured out that we've been seeing them every 6 months for the last 2 years. I hope we can keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. I bought a MacBook Pro and I LOVE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5. My new ergonomic keyboard for work. HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-3609812355967052492?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3609812355967052492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=3609812355967052492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3609812355967052492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3609812355967052492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='My New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNXkceQzhk/TngTQz6gWkI/AAAAAAAAAqk/cc8y-G45wUY/s72-c/waterhouse_boreas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7731055303172693725</id><published>2011-07-20T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:52:45.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Naomi Anne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For those of you who didn't hear the spectacular news - I have another niece!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLMAyhyKMdA/TievExfgefI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ErRHbkpxHEA/s320/282600_10150234191831471_584411470_7737909_4159038_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631662355589921266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Naomi Anne was born on 12 July 2011 at 3:30am(ish). She weighed 8 pounds, 3 ounces and was 20 1/4 inches long! From what I hear, everything went well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5NqGqAr-pw/TievPb9IwQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/fcqHZVY247U/s320/Hannah%2Band%2BNaomi.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631662538787176706" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Congrats to Dan, Ashley, Hannah, and Rachel! I can't wait to meet you, Naomi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CMnrCZqUCUY/TievZdOCYnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/u0pUckc5zAs/s320/Rachel%2Band%2BNaomi.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631662710925189746" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWf-ZkyoZRY/TiewTC2zZQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/bTz3AIywmfc/s320/Conley%2BGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631663700280829186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); font-family: georgia; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. All of my nieces. I can't stand being away from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. Mary Martin's &lt;i&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/i&gt;. Holy cow, I love this movie. I'm watching it now and can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. I'm surrounded by pictures of people I don't talk to anymore. Must remedy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. Maureen O'Hara. She has to be the most beautiful, classy woman ever to grace Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5.  &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/i&gt; (the book and the movies). Seen it twice and can't wait to go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7731055303172693725?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7731055303172693725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7731055303172693725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7731055303172693725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7731055303172693725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/naomi-anne.html' title='Naomi Anne'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLMAyhyKMdA/TievExfgefI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ErRHbkpxHEA/s72-c/282600_10150234191831471_584411470_7737909_4159038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8157788635738550527</id><published>2011-07-18T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:00:16.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Skipping Through the Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;Before I start giving you all the last day's activities, I did promise an update on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; - it is St. Patrick's Roman Catholic Cemetery in Leytonstone. MILLIONS of graves (at least, that's what it looks like...). See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SztgZ5KImqQ/TiOMGtl22aI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4K7hsV7qPy0/s320/st%2Bpatricks%2Broman%2Bcatholic%2Bcemetery%2Bin%2Bleytonstone.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630498006088735138" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Our last full day in London. How depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Once we got into central London, we headed to the British Museum and skipped around. We didn't have a ton of time in the city and I wanted to see the museums - as much of them as possible within the one day we had. We stopped at the Rosetta Stone and the Egyptian History sections, then headed over to the Greek and Roman bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8_KN4z3DcY/Th0rvRyVExI/AAAAAAAAApg/Rpj6JD5meY8/s320/101_2804.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628703200511333138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And then we found the clocks. My life will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-706KhI7K1PU/Th0sDSjGaVI/AAAAAAAAApo/3WAGbsNzQg4/s320/101_2836.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628703544313276754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Once I was able to be pried away from the clocks, we headed over to the National Gallery and worshiped the likes of Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, and Durer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;. I got to see &lt;i&gt;Madonna of the Rocks&lt;/i&gt; by Michelangelo and good ole Arnolfini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I can't get over the sensation of being within touching distance of multitudes of pieces of art that you dedicated 5 years of your life studying (I was a humanities minor with a penchant for artwork in particular). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I could smell the paint, see the brushstrokes - admire the ludicrous amount of paint that Van Gogh insisted on having on his brush at all times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When I die, I want God's vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qly2beyTXUg/Th0sTp8fUDI/AAAAAAAAApw/Wzb1dP2vKYw/s320/101_2867.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628703825471688754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. Apparently, the National Gallery doesn't let you take pictures inside anymore. Woops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. One week of no cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. Reading an entire book on the flight home. And watching a few movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. I don't understand how I get homesick for London, but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8157788635738550527?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8157788635738550527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8157788635738550527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8157788635738550527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8157788635738550527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/skipping-through-rest.html' title='Skipping Through the Rest'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SztgZ5KImqQ/TiOMGtl22aI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4K7hsV7qPy0/s72-c/st%2Bpatricks%2Broman%2Bcatholic%2Bcemetery%2Bin%2Bleytonstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7173517901039275525</id><published>2011-07-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:29:37.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>One Wicked Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Six&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We left Francis and Trevor's house and Surrey all together and made our way over to Newbury Park in London for the remainder of our stay in England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Newbury Park doesn't LOOK far away from central London on the map. Guess what? About an hour's train ride outside the city. Luckily, our hotel there was quite nice and the train ride was fairly interesting because of this one cemetery. In fact, I'm going to try to Google it and see if I can find pictures or something online. You'll have an update tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway!  Once we figured out how to ride the trains with our massive suitcases and got settled into our room in Newbury Park, we made our way into downtown London. After discovering that the two different sets of directions we got from the Receptionist in Newbury Park were dreadfully wrong, we found what I was looking for: the original Hard Rock Cafe. There was a crazy wait, but it was worth every juicy bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After our VERY late lunch, we headed to Portobello Road f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or souvenirs and so that Mum could watch &lt;i&gt;Bedknobs on Broomsticks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and say she'd been there! Another tip if you ever plan on traveling to London: do all of your souvenir shopping on your last day and do it on Portobello Road. Blocks and blocks of street vendors selling everything imaginable at fair prices (for fairly good quality) - most vendors will even haggle with you and are more apt to haggle the closer they are to closing down (5PM). You're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I bought presents for practically everyone in one stop. Among the gifts: scarves for 6 women, 1 pair of earrings, 2 different pendant watches, 1 necklace, and a magnet for Lizzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Once our shopping was done, we headed to the Apollo Victoria Theatre right outside the Victoria Station (right next to Buckingham Palace) to see &lt;i&gt;Wicked!! &lt;/i&gt;I have no words to describe the show. I had chills from the moment the show began until the very last person stopped clapping at the end. The show was riddled with understudies and it was still &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; mindblowingly stellar. It is coming to LA in December, but I doubt it will live up to the high standard the London cast set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_PnwaUs2Q0/Th0eRu8jeQI/AAAAAAAAApY/tQ6NUKW9xZk/s320/101_2803.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628688399291611394" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. I'm in love with the guy who played Fiyero; what a twirling, singing, stud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. People watching on the Tube. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. Shauna. You are one amazing person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. The best thing about being a nerd? Randomly finding other nerds through your nerdy shirt collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7173517901039275525?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7173517901039275525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7173517901039275525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7173517901039275525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7173517901039275525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-wicked-day.html' title='One Wicked Day'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_PnwaUs2Q0/Th0eRu8jeQI/AAAAAAAAApY/tQ6NUKW9xZk/s72-c/101_2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2329558957761466682</id><published>2011-07-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:30:41.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>It's a Tudor (and Pirate?) Life for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Linda left early in the morning. It was NOT fun saying goodbye and was really hard to watch Mum say goodbye. These women are practically her sisters and she never gets to see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Francis always needed a day off the day after we had been out and about, so she stayed in Surrey while Mum and I headed to Hampton Court - home of Henry VIII and his insane court and later to George II. The place was quite exquisite, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;There are two different palaces on the grounds at Hampton Court - one was the original structure (Henry's palace) and the other structure was built several hundred years later by King George on the grounds. It looks a bit weird having structures from two different periods, but they were both beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2uCyCjNjw/ThvUdYp09HI/AAAAAAAAApA/z66vFc0wwuw/s1600/101_2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628325760628749426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2uCyCjNjw/ThvUdYp09HI/AAAAAAAAApA/z66vFc0wwuw/s320/101_2785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Henry's Palace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628324414719245890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvzWxjJGGYI/ThvTPCv_vkI/AAAAAAAAAow/ERlAjsWI9RM/s320/101_2716.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;George's Palace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OXyOwvAK8/ThvT2UsOFhI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pfIyh7Llb5s/s1600/101_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628325089550145042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OXyOwvAK8/ThvT2UsOFhI/AAAAAAAAAo4/pfIyh7Llb5s/s320/101_2772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;There were period actors walking around the grounds to help you imagine you were in Henry's court. There were different areas to teach you about each of Henry's wives (divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived) and living in Tudor England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;George's palace should look familiar to anyone who saw the most recent &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/em&gt; film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628326333559684226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2liAZ8vuJsc/ThvU-u_NPII/AAAAAAAAApI/RsGfT_qO45s/s320/101_2734.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I had fun taking pictures - the weather was perfect and the grounds were immaculately kept. As if Henry would tolerate it any other way - even in death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;1. Skyping with Peter (aka: Harrison Ford).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;2. Snowdrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;3. My aunt was Queen of England after Henry VIII died for 9 whole days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;4. Horse-drawn carriages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2329558957761466682?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2329558957761466682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2329558957761466682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2329558957761466682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2329558957761466682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-tudor-and-pirate-life-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s a Tudor (and Pirate?) Life for Me!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei2uCyCjNjw/ThvUdYp09HI/AAAAAAAAApA/z66vFc0wwuw/s72-c/101_2785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-3795186546880998908</id><published>2011-07-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:31:29.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Chaucer, Fudge, and Romans, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;When I booked this trip, I had lots of grandios ideas about traveling to other cities around London to see some of my favorite sites. Alas, we didn't make it to all of them, but we did make it to CANTERBURY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628317523275870082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K0SFvDT50U/ThvM96H274I/AAAAAAAAAoY/RwnhPYM2lt4/s320/101_2619.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Francis, Linda, my Mum, and I drove passed Hever Castle (heave a brick at Hever Castle!), out to Canterbury to see the Canterbury Cathedral. There are no words. I love St. Paul's (still my favorite), but there is something almost other-worldly about Canterbury. This place is MASSIVE and was originally built in 1070 (it has had some work done - the most recent major work was in 1834). The stained glass, stone carving, and intricate sculptures are amazing. I think m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;y favorite part, though, are the graves. Yes, I'm weird. Make peace with it - I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieO37BYrESw/ThvN5lyGRKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-xCMbmCW4a8/s1600/101_2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628318548608042146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieO37BYrESw/ThvN5lyGRKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-xCMbmCW4a8/s320/101_2714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Francis and Linda had been to the cathedral a few weeks before, so they shopped while we toured the cathedral. I always love to see Edward, the Black Prince's tomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hteBH4j6dAU/Th0SgsfdEVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/kRVc3dT0Ubo/s320/101_2652.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628675462191190354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The thing about Canterbury is, there's this fudge shop. I have been dreaming about this fudge shop since 2005. I said I wanted to find it as a joke while we were on the way up. I honestly didn't think it would be there. IT WAS!! So, I bought some fudge. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Turns out that there is a Roman village underneath the city of Canterbury. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I do not remember this being here before, but it must have been!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's this strange hole-in-the-wall of a museum with some interesting artifacts (most of which are NOT from the area, oddly enough) and even the remnants of an old house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pretty neat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;1. Free fudge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;2. The fudge shop ships around the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;3. I got to Skype with my Mum's other cousin, Chaz, whom I've never met. He seemed very kind - I wish I could get to know him more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;4. The delivery boy at the restaurant where we had lunch set off the fire alarm. It was LOUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-3795186546880998908?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3795186546880998908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=3795186546880998908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3795186546880998908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3795186546880998908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/chaucer-fudge-and-romans-oh-my.html' title='Chaucer, Fudge, and Romans, Oh My!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K0SFvDT50U/ThvM96H274I/AAAAAAAAAoY/RwnhPYM2lt4/s72-c/101_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8156251461430755197</id><published>2011-07-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:00:16.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Touring London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Mum and I took off on our own our third day in London. We caught a morning train to Victoria Station and I fell in love British public transportation all over again. Seriously, America - what is your deal?! The trains and buses in Europe are all well-maintained and affordable - nobody drives! I wouldn't dare ride a bus anywhere around here! Anyway - I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I owe an apology to my mother. I am not a patient person and I'm afraid I was curt with my mother more than once while trying to teach her about the trains/buses/tube systems. Sorry, Mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;When we got off at Victoria, we found a group of French school children. My advice to anyone traveling to England: find a group of French school children and &lt;strong&gt;FOLLOW THEM&lt;/strong&gt;!! Their schools go to England every year and they know the fastest routes to all of the tourist traps. You won't regret it. Plus, they're fun. We followed our group to Buckingham Palace, but the guards were doing a trial run for the royal wedding and it was even more insanely crowded than usual. So, we took a hop, skip, and a jump through Green Park to the side opposite the Palace and hopped on a Red Bus. Another piece of advice if you're going to England: &lt;em&gt;TAKE A RED BUS&lt;/em&gt;! That had to be the best decision of our trip. We saw EVERYTHING and if you get on the original Red Bus Company, you can hop on and off whenever you like along the way throughout the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;The buses are terrifying if you sit up top. We sat on the top, in the first row and I had to hold in my gasps of terror more than once. Motorcycles and smartcars disappear under the bus like you would not believe. At one point, I decided to stop paying attentiong and try to focus on what the guide was telling us (our first guide was AMAZING) and taking everything in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;We hopped off first at a little pub for some fish and chips and then headed up the street to St. Paul's Cathedral - my favorite place in the world (that I've been to). Another apology to Mum - we spent a tad over 2 hours in St. Paul's. SORRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628307973377841762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouontWreCYU/ThvESB-vWmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dObY_Op9ae0/s320/101_2586.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;After St. Paul's, we hopped back on the Red Bus and had the worst tour guide ever. Everything he said was complete bullocks and even I knew it. What a load of pork pies! I ignored him as much as possible as we wound our way through downtown London over to the Tower of London so that we could see some family history! Our great-great-great-great-aunt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudorherstory.tripod.com/janegrey.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lady Jane Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;, was held prisoner and beheaded in the Tower. We saw the site where she was actually beheaded and the glorious monument erected those precious few who were beheaded within Tower walls. We walked through the building she was held prisoner in and saw her name etched in the walls by her ladies in waiting. Then, we went in the chapel where she is buried, also within the Tower. I had been to the Tower before and never knew that I was related to this woman from the past. What an experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouN9AnV2-cs/ThvFpGCkdbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/T4lBU8SS_kM/s1600/101_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628309469116265906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouN9AnV2-cs/ThvFpGCkdbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/T4lBU8SS_kM/s320/101_2590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;We spent so long in St. Paul's and the Tower that we didn't do much else, except complete the cycle of our tour. We saw all of the highlights of the city, but didn't alight from the bus for all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_BKxLpzUks/ThvGNHKViCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Ohl2DYPed-0/s1600/101_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628310087892568098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_BKxLpzUks/ThvGNHKViCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Ohl2DYPed-0/s320/101_2597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;It was a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628310731531662626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xByg-pN2R4I/ThvGyk52tSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/SZhmDR_ce5I/s320/101_2599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;1. Shakespeare's Globe Theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;2. Authentic fish and chips. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;3. I wish I had words to describe standing at the grave of your beheaded relative. Talk about moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;4. Pasties. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;5. I think I'm the only person in the world who enjoys British food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8156251461430755197?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8156251461430755197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8156251461430755197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8156251461430755197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8156251461430755197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/touring-london.html' title='Touring London'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouontWreCYU/ThvESB-vWmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dObY_Op9ae0/s72-c/101_2586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8601477449431462529</id><published>2011-07-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:33:05.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>The (London) Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;The London, England temple is not in London. Actually, it is quite far from London considering it is called "The London, England Temple". The temple is actually in Newchapel and is farther from London than Surrey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Regardless, it is breathtaking, as are the grounds. I wanted to go inside SO BAD, but, I'm not endowed, didn't have a limited-use recommend, and the temple was closed that day. Also, my cousins are absolutely NOT religious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I was so moved walking the grounds that I had to wipe away tears more than once. There is such a strong Spirit at church sites in England; I'm not exactly sure why. It is definitely something I wish that everyone could experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I think I'll let the pictures speak for this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XscriX4sjo8/Thu-DWCy0TI/AAAAAAAAAno/sXVXikwDtGQ/s1600/101_2554_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628301123995750706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XscriX4sjo8/Thu-DWCy0TI/AAAAAAAAAno/sXVXikwDtGQ/s320/101_2554_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628300683281041074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqzDNI99pOE/Thu9psQOBrI/AAAAAAAAAng/HQs5FkxcOCk/s320/101_2532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9jkpeTn0oo/Thu-jKzr8kI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ULkx2VOWnqM/s1600/101_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628301670735409730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9jkpeTn0oo/Thu-jKzr8kI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ULkx2VOWnqM/s320/101_2531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. Francis and Linda can be a bit catty - even with each other. Poor Francis was constantly being compared to a pirate by her sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. I bought a dress in Surrey this day - it is SO cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. We went to the park in Surrey for a bit also. The schools were off for Easter break while we were there and the weather was actually quite hot, considering it was England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. Magnum bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8601477449431462529?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8601477449431462529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8601477449431462529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8601477449431462529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8601477449431462529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/london-temple.html' title='The (London) Temple'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XscriX4sjo8/Thu-DWCy0TI/AAAAAAAAAno/sXVXikwDtGQ/s72-c/101_2554_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7222273740306588184</id><published>2011-07-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:29:11.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;It has been ...quite a while... since I have blogged. *shame*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, when last I left you lovely people, the mean folks over at LDSPlanet were trying to encourage me to no longer a be a disappointment to my mother. That has not changed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I did, however, go to England! (This post actually takes place BEFORE me being a disppointment was brought to light, but in case you haven't noticed, I am not the best blogger these days.) I'll break this up into a few posts so that I don't overwhelm people TOO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mum (haha) and I arrived at Heathrow airport in London a bit later than planned and Francis and Linda were worried that we had missed our flight. Luckily, they waited for us outside of Customs and there was a happy reunion in the middle of the walkway for a moment - until we realized we were in the middle of the walkway and then moved. I hadn't seen Linda in probably around six years and I don't recall ever meeting Francis, although, I know I have. None of that mattered though - instant best friends and close family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We drove out to Francis' house in Surrey, completely in awe of the beautiful countryside. I don't know that I will ever get over how absolutely gorgeous England is. And of course, Francis and Trevor live in this beautiful little suburb that has a country feel to it with a quaint little downtown. When we got to the house, I met Trevor (again - I know I've met him before, but I don't remember). He has to be my favorite person ever - he has that naughty, cheeky Brit thing going for him and he looks kind of like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://pcm-tv.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Mick-Jagger.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://pcm-tv.com/news/%3Fp%3D6299&amp;amp;usg=__41ZG8PKxtXmXUpi4ANBERa5ElSU=&amp;amp;h=1094&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=271&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;sig2=WyqCoqKL6eIydrNlCcpzkA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=WZwUQSqDtw7RUM:&amp;amp;tbnh=148&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;ei=hrUbTuPSGpC8sQOgiu2yBQ&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmick%2Bjagger%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1G1GGLQ_ENUS366%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D653%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=338&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;ndsp=21&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:11,s:0&amp;amp;tx=86&amp;amp;ty=53&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=653"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Anyway! We visited for a bit and then off to bed (I didn't sleep at all on the flight over and I don't know that Mum did either).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The next day, we hung out at the house with Francis and Trevor's sons and their families. I have never met Mark or James - let alone their wives and kids (or soon-to-be kids). I was pretty shocked when I saw James; he looks A LOT like Josh. And then Mark looks like a mash up of Jereme and Josh, with more Jereme. It was REALLY funny. I love their families, too! James' wife, Meaw, was a bit sick, so we didn't visit much, but she is very sweet and keeps her kids in line like only a good mother can. She was a bit hard to understand because she's from Thailand and has a British accent on top of it all. James' wife, Eva, is from Slovakia and wonderful! She's expecting their first child and was very loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After a while, Francis, Trevor, and Linda took Mum and I to my great aunt and uncle's resting place - this charming little memorial park in the center of town. It is beautiful and very peaceful there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628295609094280130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBWU5kUqGic/Thu5CVb0k8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vx75gHzxQYA/s320/101_2521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLM-oL4wV-c/Thu5oGjiA1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YuVHqk0x-hI/s1600/101_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628296257935115090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLM-oL4wV-c/Thu5oGjiA1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/YuVHqk0x-hI/s320/101_2524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alright - that's it for this post. More to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. The guys on the flight to London who played cards THE ENTIRE FLIGHT. I kid you not - the ENTIRE FLIGHT from when they were first seated until we landed and they HAD to put the deck away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. James is almost as cheeky as his dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. I think I watched 3 movies, 2 episodes of &lt;em&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;/em&gt; and one episode of &lt;em&gt;IT Crowd&lt;/em&gt; on the flight over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Trevor making everyone a cuppa before visiting the Land of Nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7222273740306588184?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7222273740306588184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7222273740306588184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7222273740306588184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7222273740306588184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/07/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBWU5kUqGic/Thu5CVb0k8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vx75gHzxQYA/s72-c/101_2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8752685746135205677</id><published>2011-05-08T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:20:21.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>How to Not Disappoint Your Mother Any Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzrU3WsAAXs/Tcdpj2T5ieI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nrr1VHwWmk4/s1600/Disappointment.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzrU3WsAAXs/Tcdpj2T5ieI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nrr1VHwWmk4/s400/Disappointment.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604564325881186786" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;For those of you who can't read what the e-mail says, allow me to illuminate: "How can you make mom happy this year? Meet a special guy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Because you can't make your mom happy without a special guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gee, whiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Pleasantville&lt;/i&gt;. I LOVE this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. Magnum bars. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. The sound of my nieces' voices. They are SO precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. A day with my family in my home ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5. Movie quotes and Wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;6. Pain happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8752685746135205677?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8752685746135205677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8752685746135205677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8752685746135205677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8752685746135205677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-not-disappoint-your-mother-any.html' title='How to Not Disappoint Your Mother Any Longer'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzrU3WsAAXs/Tcdpj2T5ieI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nrr1VHwWmk4/s72-c/Disappointment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2927286661946953608</id><published>2011-03-31T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:29:15.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brilliant Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Vacation - FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm taking a real vacation and I can't believe it. I know, I know...I went to K-Town to visit my Stella in September, but that only involved ONE DAY of no work. (An AMAZING trip, but not really a "vacation".) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A few amazing things about this vacation, though. Are you all ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I'm going with this wonderful woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590462832013507746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cwce1BEHeM/TZVQU4AwfKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_gKxAujlAOc/s320/DSC_0040-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;MY MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. We'll be gone from 08 April though 18 April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. We're going here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590463181399779362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRpS14Wk1KY/TZVQpNk76CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/BoxAAiyrfPI/s320/London.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LONDON!! (AKA: Home &amp;lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. And quite possibly, here (for one day):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590463571884474130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hcz8z9mido/TZVQ_8PvfxI/AAAAAAAAAms/n-IbUNCIT0M/s320/100_0527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PARIS!! ('Cause Momma's never been and I wouldn't mind a delicious gyro from that one place that Andrew and I ate at every day we were there. And yes, I still remember it is and how to get there).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I love Paris in the spring-time..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;la-di-da-di-di-da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. My work loves me, so they're giving me and my mom tickets to see ANY STAGE SHOW we want while we're there, which means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590463782745081010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJOa48mVkkM/TZVRMNw1BLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tPg-fPl09Sw/s320/wicked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;WICKED&lt;/i&gt;!! (At long last!) - Not just &lt;i&gt;Wicked - &lt;/i&gt;FREE &lt;i&gt;Wicked! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN LONDON!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Family. We're staying with my mom's cousin, who lives just outside of London, in Surrey. I have only met Frances once and am SO excited to see her again, and meet her husband and the kids of hers that I have not yet met. AND my mom's other cousin, Linda, is coming from Germany for a few days, as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am SO STINKING excited it isn't even funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Uh, this ENTIRE post. Happy 25th birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Shauna's home!!! Congrats on a mission well-served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. My 2 countdown widgets for my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Replacing those 2 countdown widgets pretty much the day they expire with other exciting things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. SALISBURY, HERE I COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Portobello Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Oxford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. A glorious 9 days free of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2927286661946953608?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2927286661946953608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2927286661946953608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2927286661946953608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2927286661946953608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/03/vacation-finally.html' title='Vacation - FINALLY!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cwce1BEHeM/TZVQU4AwfKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_gKxAujlAOc/s72-c/DSC_0040-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8639136296459296412</id><published>2011-02-09T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:06:28.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams as of Yet Unfulfilled.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Stunning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love art. If I could, I would spend the next 5 years of my life (at least) visiting museum after museum in country after country. I always wished that I could draw, but learned fairly early that somethings must remain a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I saw this painting today and it has stayed in the recesses of my mind all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that you all know the story of Icarus. Icarus was the son of Daedalus, a great architect in ancient Greece, for King Minos. Daedalus failed Minos one day, and he was imprisoned in a tower, with no escape. Daedalus managed to construct two sets of wings, one for himself and one for his son, Icarus. Being such a brilliant architect, Daedalus understood that he would need feathers of all sizes, some of which he secured with string and some with wax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When both sets of wings were complete, Daedalus instructed Icarus not to fly too low as the moisture would damage the string and feathers and not to fly too high as the heat from the sun would melt the wax. Icarus was eager and flew too high. The wax that held his wings together began to melt and feathers began to fall off of the set of wings. Icarus panicked and flapped his wings faster, causing more feathers to fall. His wings destroyed, Icarus fell to the sea and drowned. Daedalus found the boy's body and buried him, naming the place Icaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571936488072630434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TVN-tuqbUKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DeYdbAqYTd8/s320/draper_mourning_for_icarus_display.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Herbert James Draper painted &lt;em&gt;The Lament for Icarus&lt;/em&gt; in 1898. Isn't it breath-taking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Art of the Day by Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Gil telling me all about the shots he had to get in his butt. Everyday. For 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. The world's longest &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt; marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Chubby men. I LOVE me some chubby men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. The shoe is on the other foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8639136296459296412?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8639136296459296412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8639136296459296412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8639136296459296412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8639136296459296412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/02/stunning.html' title='Stunning'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TVN-tuqbUKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DeYdbAqYTd8/s72-c/draper_mourning_for_icarus_display.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2964375015541650838</id><published>2011-01-06T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:00:00.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HI-larious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men I Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Nicole's Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nicole is getting married on January 8 (holla, KP!) in the LA temple to Ben Hansen. Heaven help him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chelsea threw Nicole a very relaxed bridal shower/get together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And what is a bridal shower without a stripper? ENTER BRYCE! (I was excited.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558197931804240306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKvkgSAqbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vataY7U9AR8/s320/101_2433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A picture is worth a thousand words, so you go, a few thousand words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558195817939130818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKtpdhS2cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/wW4GqccmGi0/s320/101_2432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKu-bE8cEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tEuolwSerXM/s1600/101_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558197277572231234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKu-bE8cEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tEuolwSerXM/s320/101_2439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558196095206138274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKt5ma5oaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KMM_yxmNRVU/s320/101_2438.JPG" /&gt;I also have a video, but it's too huge to upload. One day, I'll figure out a way to shrink it so the joy can be shared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Skype-ing with Kyle all night long. He's the best friend I've never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Jereme and Christy just brought me 2 three-packs of my favorite gum from Missouri! They're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. I made pan cookies. I miss Shauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2964375015541650838?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2964375015541650838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2964375015541650838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2964375015541650838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2964375015541650838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/01/nicoles-bridal-shower.html' title='Nicole&apos;s Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKvkgSAqbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/vataY7U9AR8/s72-c/101_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-735254993426274201</id><published>2011-01-05T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:00:00.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>SQA Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...Are you noticing a theme here? The company I work for LOVES holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our Christmas party was at &lt;a href="http://www.terranea.com/"&gt;Terranea Resort&lt;/a&gt; on the Palos Verdes Peninsula. (Click the link. I dare you. You'll be jealous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything was GORGEOUS! The party was ridiculously expensive (Chelsea is the assistant office manager; she told me a ball park) and it showed. We filled their largest ballroom, overlooking the ocean. The food was delish as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKkkb23ZZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kXJR10VRr7o/s320/101_2395.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558185835988739474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unfortunately, I only have the one crappy picture of me (thanks, Chelsea!) and then a few of the view from my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKk6BpsIwI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fWBY7Q4K0m8/s320/101_2396.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558186206911275778" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I live about 15 minutes from the resort, but we got discounts on rooms (nearly 50%) and I knew I would never get a chance like this again, so Chels and I split it. All I have to say is: Worth. Every. Penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKlJOerVRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zLFC1o-qaVc/s320/101_2397.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558186468052784402" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I bought myself the HTC Evo 4G for Christmas. I'm still figuring out everything it does, but I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. I bought my parents one day park hoppers to Disneyland. Now that I've thought about it, I should have just bought them the lowest level passes. They're only like $50 more a piece. BLONDE MOMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Nicole is getting married on Saturday. Stay tuned for another post tomorrow. Quite possibly my favorite post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-735254993426274201?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/735254993426274201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=735254993426274201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/735254993426274201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/735254993426274201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/01/sqa-christmas-party.html' title='SQA Christmas Party'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKkkb23ZZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/kXJR10VRr7o/s72-c/101_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4540767739132866143</id><published>2011-01-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:00:03.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HI-larious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>SQA Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok, ok, I know. Halloween?! What is the matter with me?? The answer: I'm a horrible blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This will just be quick because I'm pretty sure I've already at least mentioned the SQA Halloween festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was Batgirl and my geeky friend from work, Ted, was The Green Lantern. His ring even glowed!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ted is a blast and I'm glad I have a fellow geek to be weird with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKgy7FLOdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Sr8EOnzP5Qk/s320/101_2367.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558181686841915858" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mayu and Sarah were ninjas (from Naruto for all of you Manga/Anime freaks out there...anyone? Bueller??)  Sarah hand-made the ninja costumes and they were AMAZING. They even won a prize for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKhMP4bqnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sx-5obApz74/s320/101_2368.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558182121922341490" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Christy was V from &lt;i&gt;V for Vendetta, &lt;/i&gt;John was Mr. Incredible (biggest lie EVER), and David was Venkman from &lt;i&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures of these guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SQA has a horrendous tradition of walking from our office to the Starbucks a block and a half away that is located inside a rather crowded mall. I LOVED it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I have no concept of time. Or consideration for my few readers who don't care about Halloween now that it is January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Jereme and Christy come home today from an 18-day vacation to see her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. I love picking up a favorite book and spot reading all of the sections that make me feel whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4540767739132866143?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4540767739132866143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4540767739132866143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4540767739132866143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4540767739132866143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2011/01/sqa-halloween-party.html' title='SQA Halloween Party'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TSKgy7FLOdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Sr8EOnzP5Qk/s72-c/101_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1684584619869868124</id><published>2010-11-28T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:06:00.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>The Grass May be Greener...But I Don't Care!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course I'm ecstatic that my brother got married. I am NOT ecstatic about the sympathetic looks I was getting all night long at the reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544817815539093058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPMmbO93DkI/AAAAAAAAAks/zJwHcOFnAyE/s320/101_2311_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the heck is it with Mormons that make them think that just because you're aren't married you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be miserable??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began to count how many people told me that I would be next, but quickly gave up after 12. I got everything from sympathetic head nods followed up with the patronizing tones of "How are you?" to a full 10-minute "pep talk" from a guy who, quite frankly, gives me the creeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never seem to notice that I'm single until someone points it out for me. And then, when they do, they make me feel like I'm doing something wrong. I don't get it; if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay being single, why does it matter to everyone else?!?! I can almost understand why my parents want me to get married, or at least date someone, but to the creepers at the weddings who feel it is their obligation to "cheer up" the poor, single people: STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, on those rare days that I actually do notice that I'm single and should probably care a bit more about that fact, the last thing I want is someone to point it out and then try to cheer me up about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It will happen when it happens people. Until then, LEAVE. ME. ALONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I love having bookshelves. More especially, I love having FULL bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have really cute nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I got 2 whole days off of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Cute new blue shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1684584619869868124?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1684584619869868124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1684584619869868124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1684584619869868124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1684584619869868124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/11/grass-may-be-greenerbut-i-ont-care.html' title='The Grass May be Greener...But I Don&apos;t Care!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPMmbO93DkI/AAAAAAAAAks/zJwHcOFnAyE/s72-c/101_2311_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5834551083863052679</id><published>2010-11-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:10:17.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>I Have a New Sister-in-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jereme got married on 20 November!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPHxnvBWvbI/AAAAAAAAAkc/n9MPxlTQlaY/s1600/74828_460327149199_735014199_5684667_3786417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544478281209134514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPHxnvBWvbI/AAAAAAAAAkc/n9MPxlTQlaY/s320/74828_460327149199_735014199_5684667_3786417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been crazy having all of my family here and trying to juggle seeing everyone and working and trying to squeeze in time to see Nicole while she was here (didn't really work...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wedding was great! They were married in the San Diego temple and it was RAINING on Saturday!! Christy and Jereme were troopers through the rain and were all smiles. Right after they got out of the temple we all headed back up to LA for the reception, which was GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know I love my brother because I was DANCING. IN PUBLIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPHx4Dc9U2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/xhDPjTZyQH0/s1600/76553_460327569199_735014199_5684678_2163378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544478561571525474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPHx4Dc9U2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/xhDPjTZyQH0/s320/76553_460327569199_735014199_5684678_2163378_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so glad that Jereme and Christy picked each other. She's amazing and I'm grateful that she is my newest sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Having all of my family here (minus my brother-in-law, Dan). We missed you Dan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Bonuses from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Staring at my computer screen for around 7 minutes, trying to think of the third thing to put on this list since I decided I would always have at least 3 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5834551083863052679?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5834551083863052679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5834551083863052679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5834551083863052679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5834551083863052679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-new-sister-in-law.html' title='I Have a New Sister-in-Law'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TPHxnvBWvbI/AAAAAAAAAkc/n9MPxlTQlaY/s72-c/74828_460327149199_735014199_5684667_3786417_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2362683045866434998</id><published>2010-11-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:55:09.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men I Love'/><title type='text'>Geeking Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had to post about this because it basically made my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you should all know by now, I'm a MASSIVE &lt;i&gt;Dr. Who&lt;/i&gt; fan. I am especially fond of the current Doctor, Matt Smith. He's dreamy - see?? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539495249551994946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TOA9lHiCsEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/13kDuQXQaXE/s320/dr%2Bcas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even bought myself a t-shirt from&lt;i&gt;ThinkGeek.com&lt;/i&gt; that has a picture of the TARDIS and says, "You never forget your first doctor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539495347066286050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TOA9qyzQr-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/q3PZD7w_S8Y/s320/dr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For those of you who don't know (and you'll need this bit of background for the story, I'm not just being a geek...) &lt;i&gt;Dr. Who&lt;/i&gt; is in the Guinness Book of World Records for the longest running SciFi TV show in the world. It's got to be the biggest thing to come out England aside from The Beatles. Because the show has been on since the '60s and the storyline follows one Time Lord known as the Doctor, there are several men who have played the Doctor - 11, to be exact. Hence why my shirt rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday, I'm running errands with my mom and Christy, totally rocking my &lt;i&gt;Dr. Who &lt;/i&gt;shirt, and we end up in the Disney store. I got distracted by a Tinkerbell t-shirt and as I was digging for my size, one of the employees came up to me and said, "I really like your shirt." I kind of thought she meant the one that I was holding, but she followed up with, "Who is your first doctor?" We then started a discussion about our favorite Doctors. Hers was 10. Mine is 11. 10 is my second favorite and I absolute hate 9. It's a good thing 9 was only the Doctor for one season. She agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love geeking out like that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. All those fictional men that I love: The Doctor, Ian, Ron Weasley, Edward Rochester, Sean, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Jace Herondale, Amon Byrne, and Po just to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. All the real men that I love: my brothers, my dad, Bryce Fisher, Married Boyfriend, Elliot, Matt Smith, and Alan Rickman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Speaking of geeking out, last night we had a work function for my department at my boss' house. Everyone (save John and I) got mildly drunk and, instead of putting in a movie like we had originally planned, we played Trivial Pursuit. Yep, we're nerds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Josh, Karissa, Ashley, Hannah, and Rachel all come next week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Christy is FINALLY going to &lt;i&gt;officially&lt;/i&gt; become part of my family on Saturday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I got an answer to something I've been struggling with for quite some time and luckily it's the answer I was expecting. But it's really hard to work with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I have my next big purchase decided - it just needs tweaking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2362683045866434998?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2362683045866434998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2362683045866434998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2362683045866434998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2362683045866434998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/11/geeking-out.html' title='Geeking Out'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TOA9lHiCsEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/13kDuQXQaXE/s72-c/dr%2Bcas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7831312170471423817</id><published>2010-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:00:01.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>Work Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been so long since I've blogged, that I figure I have to dedicate at least one whole post to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*collective groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529982393786590194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5xsCPQY_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Fxbxd5gLgQQ/s320/60354_477524980925_516860925_7266009_4054743_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(This isn't work - it's from when I was in Oregon. I just think it's a FABULOUS shot of us. Plus, I love my outfit/shoes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no other way to put it: I am a workaholic. That is ALL I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was recently made manager of our newest (and largest EVER) Client. The day before I left for Oregon, Nick (the manager of the program I manage - It makes sense, just trust me) came to my boss, Christy and closed her door, which never happens. She came in a few minutes later as I was closing up for the weekend and told me that we had to change my signature in my emails. She changed it from "Content Associate" to "Content Manager" and then said, "Congratulations." It was great! I was so overwhelmed for quite a while there, but after last week (this update will come in a minute...keep reading) everything took a turn for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was in Oregon, John called me to tell me that he had an interview and test set up for my department the Wednesday I came back from vacation. That was quite an experience. It was super weird hearing him in an interview and then seeing him for the first time in almost one year. I don't think there are words. Christy and Mayu both loved him in the interview and then his test was surprising in a few ways. He didn't use "track changes" correctly - he did it the hard way - and he got REALLY far. He's been with us for almost 2 weeks and is doing really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thursday, 14 October was our all hands meeting at work where they do all the major updates for the past 2 months and announce the employees of the approaching 2 months. Mayu was announced as one employee of the month and then Christy kept talking and announced the second employee of the month was yours truly: ME! I was so touched by the things she was saying about me. There is no better feeling than hearing how appreciated you are by your co-workers (and superiors). I'm so greatful that I could make her proud and ease some of her stress at work. I love her and the leadership she brings to our department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok. I think that's it for the work updates for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I told you all that John would be in more posts, more frequently. Maybe one day I'll even put a picture up or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Chelsea is getting to know John a lot now because she works with him, goes to church with him, and John lives with one of Chelsea's closer friends. She is constantly telling me how John is NOT AT ALL what she pictured. hahahaha. I never said I had good taste or that I was only going to date the popular kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I have 2 new books to read. ...I just need to find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Along with employee of the month came a bonus. I'm putting toward my next big purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. John sings in the choir that I joined with my boss. He is EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7831312170471423817?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7831312170471423817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7831312170471423817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7831312170471423817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7831312170471423817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-update.html' title='Work Update'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5xsCPQY_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Fxbxd5gLgQQ/s72-c/60354_477524980925_516860925_7266009_4054743_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5092399516667106168</id><published>2010-10-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:42:41.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Trip to See a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I needed to take a vacation before work spiralled out of control. So, I packed up and flew to Klamath to see my Stella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529971968664582738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5oNNoeulI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cghOF-BQA1I/s320/101_2302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I flew right in to Klamath and guess what? NO ONE WAS WAITING FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*guilt trip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It turns out, my flight arrived like half an hour early. So really, I was only alone for approximately 3.8 minutes and then Alli and Nic were there to get me. With a sign. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5qAu1SE-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/ePENY_9sVPA/s1600/59846_477524405925_516860925_7265981_7215095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529973953261605858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5qAu1SE-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/ePENY_9sVPA/s320/59846_477524405925_516860925_7265981_7215095_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot thank Alli and especially Nic enough for letting me come and crash at their place. I don't think that Nic knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to let me come for the entire weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5q3qBqWNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/56tdLOgGAyY/s1600/59846_477524410925_516860925_7265982_2595293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529974896864155858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5q3qBqWNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/56tdLOgGAyY/s320/59846_477524410925_516860925_7265982_2595293_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went hot tubbing at Alli's parents house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529975404547261442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5rVNSvxAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OJ3w_iylz1o/s320/33454_477524835925_516860925_7266002_4366486_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nic had coupons for free 15 minute fabulous water massages (I don't think I've been more relaxed since before Gramps died). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529976106744136418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5r-FLhwuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8iCBaq4zw-A/s320/33565_477524940925_516860925_7266007_6442349_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We, of course, made treats, treats, and more treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529976823148133202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5snx_jO1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zWFzAfpo37M/s320/101_2301.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just scratching the surface. Needless to say, I was SUPER depressed to come home. I can't wait to go back one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5tXUAYeYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aVp96e21smE/s1600/61842_477524340925_516860925_7265980_2150151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529977639732279682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5tXUAYeYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/aVp96e21smE/s320/61842_477524340925_516860925_7265980_2150151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you again, Nic, for letting me steal your wife's attention for a few days. I love you both!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. United screwed me on my flight home. BUT, I got a $150 certificate to use on any flight in the US. Now, I just have to decide if I want to use it to go to Shauna's homecoming (HOLY COW she'll be home soon) or go to Seattle to see my sibs/nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I love having my sister-in-law (future) live with me. She's a constant buddy and I adore her. She fits right in with all of us. And John commented on how close we are last night. (Yes, John is back...brace yourselves for future posts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I've started going to choir practice with my boss from work and I am in HEAVEN. I can't comprehend how it is that something as simple as singing is relieving so much of my stress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. I have so much going through my head 24/7. I can't think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5092399516667106168?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5092399516667106168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5092399516667106168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5092399516667106168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5092399516667106168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip-to-see-friend.html' title='Trip to See a Friend'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5oNNoeulI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cghOF-BQA1I/s72-c/101_2302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8134403666304850103</id><published>2010-10-19T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:45:54.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Blue October ...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm super behind in my blogging and I apologize. Allow me to back-blog for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In case you all haven't noticed, I'm a HUGE Blue October fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Their latest tour is called, "Pick up the Phone," and goes towards raising suicide awareness. There's a suicide hotline out there that the lead singer, Justin, is a large advocate for because he's called it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529964632908199762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5hiNz3d1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jhIY24N0Bao/s320/101_2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The opening act was Parlotones from Johannesburg, South Africa. They were slightly more emo (in fashion) than I prefer, but they were actually pretty legit and decent. I'm going to look into buying their CD as soon as I have life enough to go and search a music shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5imphI7EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ctdWWPJg2ZY/s1600/101_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529965808576949314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5imphI7EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ctdWWPJg2ZY/s320/101_2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always enjoy seeing newer bands that don't have that much live exposure because of their quirks. For example, the Parlotones drummer was visibly keeping time. I could read his lips and see the beat count. It was classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, Blue October came out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5jY_9fW5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LxHHIKi7M0Y/s1600/101_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529966673594899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5jY_9fW5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/LxHHIKi7M0Y/s320/101_2286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still can't believe how amazing they are live, even after all of this time. Just thinking about it makes me yearn for another concert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. CB Hudson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Justin Furstenfeld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Ryan Delahoussaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Matt Noveskey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Jeremy Furstenfeld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Chelsea. Thanks for going with me again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8134403666304850103?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8134403666304850103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8134403666304850103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8134403666304850103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8134403666304850103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue-october-again.html' title='Blue October ...again...'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TL5hiNz3d1I/AAAAAAAAAi0/jhIY24N0Bao/s72-c/101_2223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-171244787703735715</id><published>2010-08-22T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:57:17.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Chelsea's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know how - and I don't WANT to know - but Bryce knows about this little restaurant in Hollywood that does a nightly drag show, Hamburger Mary's. We went there to celebrate Chelsea's birthday and had a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399783486219522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHEaxeI5QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LLs23IEmpck/s320/101_2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The queens: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGVcIKXpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XnWI53S36FQ/s1600/101_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508401890880806546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGVcIKXpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/XnWI53S36FQ/s320/101_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508400906571416370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHFcJShAzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hDbICda9MIs/s320/101_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHEzFkzGBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/i861MF2Ts-Q/s1600/101_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508400201199720466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHEzFkzGBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/i861MF2Ts-Q/s320/101_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHFHgpo24I/AAAAAAAAAh8/PmUhi1rIJsg/s1600/101_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508400552065162114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHFHgpo24I/AAAAAAAAAh8/PmUhi1rIJsg/s320/101_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGBbsAiwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CUfg7JJZvZ8/s1600/101_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGBbsAiwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CUfg7JJZvZ8/s1600/101_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508401547165338370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGBbsAiwI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CUfg7JJZvZ8/s320/101_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chelsea got to participate in a booty shaking contest with all of the other birthday girls. Chelsea didn't win, but we had a blast cheering for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508402235868579778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHGphTqB8I/AAAAAAAAAic/lCOEZKvikRY/s320/101_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its weird, but it was SO fun and we're going to go again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jereme's girlfriend Christy came for a visit. She's tons of fun - I like her!&lt;br /&gt;2. Enchilladas. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not going to San Diego to see Alli. I know you're all wondering why this is on my happy list. I'll tell you: I'M GOING TO OREGON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/em&gt; comes out on Tuesday! I'M SO EXCITED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Chelsea got hired at the place I work, SQA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. VH1 Classics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-171244787703735715?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/171244787703735715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=171244787703735715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/171244787703735715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/171244787703735715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/08/chelseas-birthday-party.html' title='Chelsea&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/THHEaxeI5QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LLs23IEmpck/s72-c/101_2082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1932158017643221215</id><published>2010-08-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:20:02.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My grandfather did quite a lot of research before he died about our ancestry. My uncle took over after and found several famous names we're related to; however, that isn't the purpose of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506240742835400434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoYyER8rvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6A-lQx0DelI/s320/100_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a lot of European blood in us, including Irish blood. Our family name, Conley, is the Americanization of the Irish "Connelly." Connelly is even a family name of legend in Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoZWTTTESI/AAAAAAAAAhU/appY4MVABWA/s1600/100_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506241365342884130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoZWTTTESI/AAAAAAAAAhU/appY4MVABWA/s320/100_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my Irish heritage for some strange reason. I've always been a big fan of anything out of Boston (RED SOX, BABY!), I've always had a fondness for St. Patty's Day, and my favorite color, for as long as I can remember has always been green. I love fairies and took two Celtic legend classes in college. A good Irish brogue makes me weak in the knees. I love Irish rock bands; nobody rocks harder. I adore James Joyce and William Butler Yeats. One of my favorite satirists is Jonathan Swift because Irish babies just sound delicious as a main course. And I hear their beer is the best in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoZ9zvOpjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KQxDf5vGbeA/s1600/100_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506242044064867890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoZ9zvOpjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KQxDf5vGbeA/s320/100_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the opportunity to go to Ireland in 2005 with the British Literary Tour and felt at home stepping off the ferry. I fell in love with every part of Ireland I touched, from Dublin to Knocknarea to Innisfree. I stayed in world-class hotels, small and cozy bed and breakfasts, and dingy hostels. I toured castles and rode a bike around a small island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Ireland and hope to go back one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, I love "Waking Ned Devine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506243182806421058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGobAF4XzkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pu15vsPrZS4/s320/ned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. "American Slang" by The Gaslight Anthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. The Canny Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Anna McPartlin's novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/i&gt;, by Suzanne Collins comes out in 8 days!!! I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. How can someone piss you off so much but at the same time make you laugh more than anyone you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1932158017643221215?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1932158017643221215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1932158017643221215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1932158017643221215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1932158017643221215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/08/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGoYyER8rvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6A-lQx0DelI/s72-c/100_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5169507708314377422</id><published>2010-08-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:07:45.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I bought a car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504366172430730898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNv3tVpBpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZxE91vxZ9YQ/s320/DSC_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I got the 2010 Nissan Rogue SL and I am in LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNwYZBl3oI/AAAAAAAAAgs/h3bUfQN7II8/s1600/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNxumEOM8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/izMiL0_SrjQ/s1600/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504368214883054530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNxumEOM8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/izMiL0_SrjQ/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its front wheel drive and has a 2.5-liter, 4-cylinder engine and 170 horsepower. I got the premium package, so it came with a Bose sound system, 6 CD changer, 3 months of free satellite radio, a ridiculous amount of air bags, a freaking huge glove box and center console, bluetooth, and its entirely keyless. I mean, ENTIRELY keyless. As long as the remote is within a certain range, I don't need to use my keys or remote to get in or start the car. (There are a lot of other features, but I'm not going to list them all here. It's too time consuming.) And quite possibly my favorite feature: it has a moon roof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNw5qBPBiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pS6FFnuvm3o/s1600/DSC_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504367305411200546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNw5qBPBiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pS6FFnuvm3o/s320/DSC_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I spent quite a lot of time researching cars to buy before I made a final decision and this was definitely the best deal. It's 4 star government rated in front crash safety for both driver and passenger and rollover safety and 5 star government rated in side crashes for front and rear seats. It gets around 22 MPG (city) and 27 MPG (highway), which is practically nothing next to Phoenix, but let's face it: Phoenix was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Speaking of Phoenix, my mom, Jereme, and I took him over to Carmax to get him appraised and they only wanted to give me $750. Seriously? For that awesome car??? We decided to take it to the Nissan dealership and see what they would offer -turned out to be a really good idea! While we were discussing the car I wanted to buy I mentioned the [potential] trade-in and they quickly offered to appraise it. They came back and offered $800 (SERIOUSLY!?). My dad said that wasn't enough, we needed at least $1,000. So they obliged. :D! So Phoenix helped me put $5000 down on my car! See? I told you he was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The total cost of my car: $26,020. I got a better interest rate if my dad cosigned with me, so we did that and then as we're signing the papers with the finance manager, she starts talking about warranties. They have the standard 3 year limited warranty and then there's a special warranty deal with 3 options. I chose the TOP most option (for a mere additional $24/month) and when I did that, she gave me 0% interest for the life of the loan AND my payments don't begin until November 5, 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504369004745472338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNyckiGOVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xemx-0nhV0I/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Moral of the story: Research pays. Or, in this case: saves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. My car also comes with "Mood Lighting" - I have yet to figure this out. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Fat Guy across the street saw me come home from work today and when I got out of the car he yelled, "Congratulations!" I said thanks and then he said, "And you look REALLY good driving it!" ...awkward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. I can't believe the crap Beetlejuice is pulling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. I GET TO SEE ALLI IN 17 DAYS!! Although, if I count the way Alli's family counts, its more like 5 days. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. I'm super excited to take Rogue to San Diego in a few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Jereme's girl friend is coming in like a week and a half! I better start cleaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. I have a massive crush on Ron Weasley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5169507708314377422?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5169507708314377422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5169507708314377422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5169507708314377422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5169507708314377422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT?!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TGNv3tVpBpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZxE91vxZ9YQ/s72-c/DSC_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-414536490990741797</id><published>2010-08-06T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:54:45.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Mormon Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year, Dodger stadium hosts Mormon Night. And every year, it's Dodgers versus Padres. One day, I hope they give us a different team. That's beside the point, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502520403198524658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzhJzH8vPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VVVgAnbmWj8/s320/101_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After I got off of work, Chelsea picked me up and we booked it to a friend's house who then drove us (like a MANIAC, I might add...I'm amazed I'm alive) out to LA for the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzik_VXf-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/EqTdJ2x7ji0/s1600/101_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502521969844125666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzik_VXf-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/EqTdJ2x7ji0/s320/101_2056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I REALLY needed to get out. I don't seem to have the opportunity very often with work demands and it's only going to get worse over the next few months. That's a post for a different day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzjJtDEflI/AAAAAAAAAgM/I_u0UAxR5LQ/s1600/101_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502522600590704210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzjJtDEflI/AAAAAAAAAgM/I_u0UAxR5LQ/s320/101_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We tried to get a bunch of the people that were there from our singles' ward to sit together. Really, it ended up just being the people we carpooled with sitting together and one member of the bishopric sitting semi-close to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502523258082719010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzjv-ZYdSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rNbpk4nWk9k/s320/101_2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, the Dodgers lost to the Padres (BOO)! ...Like I care... Where was I? Oh yeah. We had a lot of fun and I even got to witness a real, live in-stadium home run because the Dodgers players weren't paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I could potentially have exciting news soon. Like, as in, tomorrow-soon. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I'm learning the seriousness of the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for" the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. "The Nanny." I can't get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Jereme's girlfriend, Christy, is coming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. It's finally August - which means: I GET TO SEE ALLI SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-414536490990741797?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/414536490990741797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=414536490990741797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/414536490990741797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/414536490990741797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/08/mormon-night.html' title='Mormon Night'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TFzhJzH8vPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VVVgAnbmWj8/s72-c/101_2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8739068540542366197</id><published>2010-07-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:52:54.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>The Nice Thing About Funerals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry it's been so long - things around here have been slightly insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mom's mom, "Grannie," moved in with us about a year ago. For a year before that, my mom lived with her in Utah after my grandfather died to take care of her. On Saturday, July 3, 2010 at 2:22 AM, Grannie died very suddenly. The doctors wouldn't even call her sick until around 6 pm on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The nice thing about funerals is: you get to see family. Josh and Karissa had a heck of a time getting there, but they did. Ashley, Hannah, and Rachel flew over from San Fran and then back up to Seattle when it was over, and Jereme came down fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpeKqTjeUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jfdzHobOBVA/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492806232779749698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpeKqTjeUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jfdzHobOBVA/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't seen Ashley, Hannah, and Rachel in a year - unbelievable! Hannah and Rachel have grown so much. It was great to see how much fun they have together and how much they love each other. I haven't seen Josh and Karissa since Grannie moved in, which is about a year also. Somehow that doesn't seem right! And it's been a few months since I've seen Jereme. I miss them all so much when I don't get to see them all of the time - especially those 2 little girls (sorry sibs, but its true.) There is something &lt;i&gt;magical &lt;/i&gt;about smiles from those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you looking at the picture of me and siblings thinking, "Geez, you don't look good, Lauren," I would like to inform you that I had spent the previous day in a car, couldn't sleep because I was on a bed with a &lt;b&gt;GINORMOUS &lt;/b&gt;dip in the middle, and had a massive head ache from the heat. For those of you looking at me in that picture thinking, "&lt;b&gt;HOLY CRAP&lt;/b&gt;! SHE'S WEARING PINK!" Yes, I know. And it's not just pink. Its like...&lt;i&gt;bubblegum pink&lt;/i&gt;! Be impressed. I got to teach Hannah how to work the buttons on my sweater during the viewing and she told me she liked my pink sweater, so I knew it was a wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpgINHanpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wIcIp1WNOPk/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492808389607726738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpgINHanpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/wIcIp1WNOPk/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We buried Grannie with her favorite sweeties in her hand and a few packets stuffed in her coffin to go. I was going to post a picture of it to prove it, but was informed that was rather morbid, so I decided against it. Before the coffin was sealed, my mom opened the package that was in her hand so she could get to the candies easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this girl cute??? (The baby is Rachel for those of you who don't know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492808825189287714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpghjyJxyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Sbot4EQ6DbY/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so fortunate to have such an amazing family. I wish we could have seen each other under happier circumstances, but hopefully we can do that soon. I miss you each so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My mom has moved me into Grannie's room (which used to be my room), so I get to put my books on the shelves again. I'm excited. And so are my books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. It was a bit of a rough Sunday at church today; luckily, Bryce was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Why do some people feel the need to tell you things that they should probably keep to themselves until they know you better or until you ABSOLUTELY HAVE to know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I GET TO SEE ALLI SOON!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My cute new bedspread. A special post regarding this matter to follow soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I finally signed my contract at work, which means I have health insurance and a salary! I also got put into my office on Friday. YAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I'm coming down with a cold. How do I know? Well, aside from the runny nose and general crap feeling, I'm STARVING. It doesn't matter what I eat or how much of it I eat, I cannot stop my stomach from growling. AUGH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8739068540542366197?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8739068540542366197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8739068540542366197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8739068540542366197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8739068540542366197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/07/nice-things-about-funerals.html' title='The Nice Thing About Funerals'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TDpeKqTjeUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jfdzHobOBVA/s72-c/DSC_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2135825033132066667</id><published>2010-06-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:56:20.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Freaky, Dark, and Weird Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does anyone remember my post about being called, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaky-dark-and-weird.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Freaky, Dark, and Weird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; in my Humanities class in Summer 2009? I was really bothered by it at first because of the person who called me that (she bugged me like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;NO OTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;), while understanding that I am quite ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;... especially from other Mormon girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I happen to like being a different breed, if you will. I like my quirks and all of the oddities about me and I &lt;b&gt;EXTREMELY &lt;/b&gt;enjoy re-realizing how weird I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have an art of the day application on my iGoogle page and when I logged on tonight, I saw this picture and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FELL IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I darn near cried it was so beautiful:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TCLdM9Ym2UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qF3ZPn6OFNk/s1600/la+laguna+estigia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TCLdM9Ym2UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qF3ZPn6OFNk/s320/la+laguna+estigia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486190510796626242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's called &lt;i&gt;La Laguna Estigia&lt;/i&gt; (The River Styx) by Félix Resurrección Hidalgo. Its GORGEOUS! I did some research on it and, for those of you that care, found out that it's based on Dante's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To add to the painting reaffirming how Freaky, Dark, and Weird I am, I would like to admit right here, on my blog that 2 people read, that I am a masochist. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SEVERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;masochist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I decided to tell GP/Beetlejuice about the openings in my department at work (with my boss' permission, of course) and he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; applying. I don't think I took into account that telling him about the job meant that he would be calling/texting/fb-ing me practically &lt;b&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/b&gt;. The worst part is, I've gotten used to him calling/texting/fb-ing me all of the time again, so I'm constantly checking &lt;b&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt;, which just pisses me off.  hahaha.  I hate that I kinda-sorta-maybe think I want him here...but at the same time, I don't. Basically I'm just a confused girl and I hate it. hahaha. I'm so used to knowing myself and my mind that when I get put in this kind of situation I'm completely disoriented and can't really think. It doesn't help that as soon as he starts talking to me my coherency level drops like a new-born giraffe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Free merchandise from CAPA Kristen's bf who sells Izze. Has anyone out there ever tried Izze? I'm on the fence, but I've only had the Blackberry drink, so I dunno... ANYWAY, I got a shirt, 3 stickers, 3 magnets, chapstick, and a drink for free today. Thanks, Jim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. I'm getting my own office at work. Yep, a full-blown office to go with my promotion. I can't wait until Christy finishes my contract - I want to go to the dentist so bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. I ordered the dress I've been in love with for nearly a year the other day. Pictures will be posted once I get the dress. I know, I know, I've already promised pictures of my haircut. Maybe I can kill 2 birds with one stone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Chelsea interviewed at SQA today for the CAPA internship. I hope she gets it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Natalie mailed me a letter from Shauna and I got it today. My mom was emailing me at work to tell me I had a letter from Tempe, which really confused me. Needless to say, I was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pins and needles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all day about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. I'm dead serious about going to England and Ireland for my 25th birthday next year. I'm also &lt;b&gt;STOKED &lt;/b&gt;for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. I finally went to FHE (for the first time in this ward) and the Bishop asked me to speak on Sunday and told me he wanted to meet with me during church to give me a calling. I'm 99.99% sure I know what it is, but I guess I'll find out on Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2135825033132066667?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2135825033132066667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2135825033132066667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2135825033132066667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2135825033132066667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/06/freaky-dark-and-weird-part-ii.html' title='Freaky, Dark, and Weird Part II'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TCLdM9Ym2UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qF3ZPn6OFNk/s72-c/la+laguna+estigia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5164509921089041438</id><published>2010-06-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:00:01.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the photo below, please note how long my hair is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TBhcaIaXmgI/AAAAAAAAAes/vvwwvO7Ooyc/s1600/101_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TBhcaIaXmgI/AAAAAAAAAes/vvwwvO7Ooyc/s320/101_2037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483234150328015362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, it curls around my boob (and I'm ...well endowed...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're probably reading this thinking that I'm going to post a picture of my new hair cut (well...new-ER.) - yeah - not today. This is (L-R) Chelsea, me, Nicole, and Allison a day or 2 before Nicole moved to Utah. She's not really that tall - she's wearing her high-heeled boots because her boytoy is 6'5."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Along with the new hair cut (photo coming soon, I promise...no really...), I have FABULOUS news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I asked my boss on Tuesday (my 3-month anniversary at SQA Services) what my next step is because that was the end of my internship. She said that she is in the process of writing my contract to hire me on permanently.  Once she writes the contract, it has to be approved by her supervisor and then the President (who is the co-founder of the band that he is insisting I join as the lead singer).  She's confident there will not be any problems. So, the official offer hasn't been extended, but she congratulated me today and ensured me I have nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my job so much. I love the responsibility and how insanely hectic it is. I love my bosses and my 2 coworkers. I love the personalities I deal with and the cultural knowledge I gain through the Associates. I love the quirks of all of my coworkers and the fact that I'm in a band. I love the trust my bosses have in me and the many opportunities they've given me to prove myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't think of a better company to work for - and trust me, I read about companies all over the world and how they function: SQA is a great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Cuddling with Jake, the dog. He's the best man I have in my life right now (aside from the blood relatives and Kyle, the guy I've never met). I come home every day to a wagging tail and as many kisses as I can tolerate. He has to be put to bed every night and that can involve him sitting on my lap, moaning, and giving me kisses, practically begging to not be put to bed. He's so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Alan Rickman. I heart him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. I can't wait until Chelsea's birthday (cause that's when the book I've been waiting for comes out). I'm a horrible friend. I know. She knows. WE ALL KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I wish I knew what the heck certain people were thinking. My life would be so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. I'm a super freak. And not in the Rick James way - in the psychic way. On Sunday, my mom and I were channel surfing and I saw "The Music Man" on one of the channels. I don't particularly care for that movie, but I happen to quite enjoy the "Marion the Librarian" scene. As I was clicking to the channel, I said, "I hope we're catching 'Marion the Librarian' and then I can change the channel again." Yeah, right as I clicked over "Marion the Librarian" started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5164509921089041438?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5164509921089041438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5164509921089041438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5164509921089041438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5164509921089041438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/TBhcaIaXmgI/AAAAAAAAAes/vvwwvO7Ooyc/s72-c/101_2037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4927635833591643019</id><published>2010-06-15T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:05:11.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>Someone Please Solve My Problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't do this one on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have stewed over this since I first got hired at SQA as an intern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We hired another intern this week - his name is Ted. We're slated to hire 3 more interns for &lt;i&gt;our department alone&lt;/i&gt; because of this totally awesome $12 million deal we signed with a MAJOR corporation that will remain nameless on the internet. We need the extra man power because today and yesterday I put in &lt;b&gt;10-hour days&lt;/b&gt; and I'm probably going to have to keep that rate up along with my 2 bosses until we hire our other 3 interns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The problem is, these interns can't be just &lt;b&gt;anyone&lt;/b&gt;. They have to be Editors with at least a Bachelor's degree in English. I tried to convince Elliot to move down here to work, but he's training to become a seminary teacher and can't come right away. (I fully intend to hound him until he breaks though...hahaha!) And I've already coaxed Jenni into moving down from San Francisco (&lt;i&gt;potentially&lt;/i&gt;...she's submitted her resume and we're looking for somewhere for her to live right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I only know one other person who is qualified: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GothPod &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- or some of you may know him as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah, yes, the infamous &lt;b&gt;GP&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know he's searching diligently for a job (he's done census worker, pool cleaner, and his most recent job is a Cutco salesman...) because he tells me when we talk and I see the FB updates. He's still waiting to hear if the TSA wants him. I know it's the Christian thing to do to tell him about the opening(s), but herein lies the dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My bosses both know the history between GP and I, and because of this, they don't want him. I've told them that he's beyond qualified - every bit as good as me, but that I hesitate because my feelings are conflicted. I don't doubt his ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've prayed about telling him about the job opening (despite Christy and Mayu's distaste for the situation/him) and haven't really received an answer yet. I've run over and over in my head whether my hesitation about telling him is because I'm hurt by how he treated me in the end or because I doubt his patience required to do the work. (Its a combination of the 2 and an additional factor, in case you were wondering.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;just can't&lt;/b&gt; figure this one out. And this is just touching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;surface &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;of the problem. There are so many scenarios to consider no matter what I decide to do. I'm swimming in this one and can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Please, someone tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. The post that will magically appear at 7 AM on 16 June 2010 right here on "A Work in Progress." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Wii swordfighting - it's saving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. I have officially discovered I do not like to be called, "Babe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4927635833591643019?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4927635833591643019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4927635833591643019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4927635833591643019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4927635833591643019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-please-solve-my-problem.html' title='Someone Please Solve My Problem...'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8791094167604431001</id><published>2010-06-02T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:22:18.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Music = Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't usually watch a lot of TV (let alone reality shows), but I've watched &lt;i&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/i&gt; off and on since it started a few years back.  What I always find interesting about this show (aside from the dancing that I am &lt;b&gt;TOTALLY &lt;/b&gt;jealous of) is the fact that they always use music that most people don't know - except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok - that last bit isn't entirely true.  It feels like that though.  I'll find some obscure band by surfing youtube, or randomly perusing iTunes.  For instance, last year, someone danced to "Hometown Glory" by Adele when no one really knew her but I had been singing "Chasing Pavements" and "First Love" for at least 6 months prior. And then tonight, the show used Florence + the Machine's "Dog Days Are Over." It seems like no one in the US knew Florence + the Machine. I only found them by scrolling through youtube videos of German artists. (Random, I know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway. Again on tonight's episode I was reminded how much I adore Priscilla Ahn when they started playing "Dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKfDwChOoHI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Singing. I can't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. My trip to the zoo on Monday didn't quite pan out, but it was still an excellent day. One day, I'll blog about it. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. The more time I spend with Bryce, the more I realize how much I've missed him. But the normal way these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. I'll find out in ONE WEEK if my job wants to keep me or not. I'm praying and crossing my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Nicole is gone - moved to Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. I bought a Wii. Go ahead; judge me. But man, it's fun and the sword fighting is definitely my new stress reliever until I think I can handle Ashley's old Tae Bo videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Ashley's old Tae Bo videos. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. I have some ridiculous e-mail conversations with Auditors at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. GothPod phase out. Wish me luck because I already desperately need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Hick-hop. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8791094167604431001?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8791094167604431001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8791094167604431001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8791094167604431001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8791094167604431001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-usually-watch-lot-of-tv-let.html' title='Music = Love.'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4004464947180371645</id><published>2010-05-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:00:03.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>The New Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I bought a new purse the other day and Alli has been asking for a picture, so: TA - DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yy3esC0TI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_SOi2KyFCQk/s1600/101_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yy3esC0TI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_SOi2KyFCQk/s320/101_2007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470944313548656946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got it at Target the other day.  The ironic thing is, I went to the purse section of Target and was not impressed, so I started heading to the book section.  The walk ways were so crowded that I decided to just walk through the clothing aisles.  As I was passing through the infant section, this purse was hung up with some baby blankets. I have good shopping juju every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I hooked up my speakers to my laptop.  :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  Jessie must have had her baby by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I seriously need a hair cut.  My hair touches my waist.  That is a little extreme.  The only problem is, I don't know what to do with it.  Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4004464947180371645?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4004464947180371645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4004464947180371645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4004464947180371645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4004464947180371645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-purse.html' title='The New Purse'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yy3esC0TI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_SOi2KyFCQk/s72-c/101_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4760762272731169271</id><published>2010-05-13T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:10:28.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HI-larious'/><title type='text'>Fortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over the past 2 1/2 weeks, I've gotten 2 fortune cookies that are eerily similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yv6g51VcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6kqC4Nbuw6Y/s1600/101_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yv6g51VcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6kqC4Nbuw6Y/s320/101_2006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470941067148088770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're the unexpected visitor/returning good friend, don't spoil it for me - I want to be surprised when you show up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  "Animal" by Neon Trees. SO good - can't get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  The auditor we thought was dead isn't dead.  He resurfaced this morning, alive and well.  The jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  Clean Sheet Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  They traded interns around in the office and moved the guy that was frustrating the living daylights out of me to the other office and gave us a girl.  I'm much happier now, and more work is getting done every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  Apparently I get to start handling more of my own stuff at work - go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  I miss Stella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4760762272731169271?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4760762272731169271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4760762272731169271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4760762272731169271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4760762272731169271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/05/fortunate.html' title='Fortunate'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-yv6g51VcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6kqC4Nbuw6Y/s72-c/101_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5499296354642152152</id><published>2010-05-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:04:12.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-c--DVpwzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oN_AfL200Ko/s1600/101_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-c--DVpwzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oN_AfL200Ko/s320/101_1999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469409508233691954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chelsea's grandma has season tickets to the Civic Light Opera of Redondo Beach and as a reward for being a frequent customer, they gave her 3 free tickets to any show for this season, and Chelsea's grandma gave them to Chelsea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She took me and Bryce to see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" with her. It was ...different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-c-Vd3Qt4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ks-3RrSJlhA/s1600/joseph-and-the-amazing-technicolor-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-c-Vd3Qt4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ks-3RrSJlhA/s320/joseph-and-the-amazing-technicolor-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469408810979342210" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahaha. Bryce and I were still on the fence about how we felt about it when it was done. Don't get me wrong - the performers were great and everything (including Bryce's little cousin that neither of us knew was in it) but it was a little insane what with the Go-Go dancers and the ElvisPharaoh all mixed in with the Israelites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The best part of the night was spending time with Bryce and Chelsea.  I don't spend a lot of time with Bryce these days and it was so much fun to go out with both of them.  And I'm really glad Bryce decided to come to dinner with us; I love him and can't believe I have such an amazing person in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  My mom freaking rocks.  I love her to death and can't imagine a better friend/role model.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  Knowing that I can go to Stella whenever I need to hear the truth.  I went to her to hear what I wanted to hear and got something better - honesty.  She's the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I got a new purse that I'm in love with.  Chelsea saw it and said, "OOOOO!  Macy's?"  Nope.  Target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  Right when I hit a breaking point, the Lord remembers me and takes care of me - even if that care comes in a very unexpected way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  There's nothing better than your friends honest reaction of, "You look friggin' hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  There are some seriously cute babies in my home ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5499296354642152152?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5499296354642152152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5499296354642152152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5499296354642152152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5499296354642152152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/05/joseph-and-amazing-technicolor.html' title='Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S-c--DVpwzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oN_AfL200Ko/s72-c/101_1999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7310081341748401727</id><published>2010-05-02T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:56:15.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams as of Yet Unfulfilled.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>No Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S94RCZIRcyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BScX95pmZL4/s1600/adrian+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S94RCZIRcyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BScX95pmZL4/s320/adrian+young.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466825730477355810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The band, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember how I was told that I was going to have to try out to be the singer in my company's band?  Well, we went to happy hour the other night (I didn't drink - no worries) to celebrate a huge milestone for our company and I sat across from Marc, the lead Program Manager and Mike, the President/CEO (who started the band).  As soon as Mike sat down and saw me, he said, "I have HUGE news for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few weeks ago Mike went to a charity event for the Pat Tillman Foundation.  There was a fantastic drum set up for auction which came with an hour and a half lesson with the drummer from No Doubt, Adrian Young.  Mike bid $2,000 on the set/lesson and won.  Mike already plays the drums so he called Adrian Young's personal assistant and set up for Adrian and the lead singer of a different band (who I can't remember) to come down to Palos Verdes and go golfing on Trump's course with him.  That should happen in the next week or so.  Here's where this gets interesting for ME - according to Mike.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mike has been working with Adrian Young's PA to set up a concert for our company.  (He's awesomely pushy isn't he?)   No Doubt is recording right now (for all of you fans out there) and they're going to be going on tour shortly after the album is released.  From what the PA says, Adrian Young will probably be totally down with this.  If he is, Mike is going to have a show at his house for our company where the company band will be performing with special guest: Adrian Young.  What does that mean? I'll be singing with the drummer from No Doubt.  (Possibly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to think I wasn't going to go to happy hour because I don't drink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm glad I went.  Marc, Mike, Mayu, and Kumar asked me why I don't drink and I didn't get crap for it.  Marc even went so far as to say he respects me and my decision - and no, he hadn't had a drink yet.  The company paid the tab - so I only paid $3 for one coke and the rest were free!  Marc asked me how I thought work was going and if I really did like it and we got to talking for almost 2 hours.  After a while, we did some reshuffling of seats and I talked with a few other of the "higher-ups" and the founder, Jim.  As I was leaving, I went to everyone around the table to say goodbye and congrats and Marc stopped me and took me to Jim to tell him how much the content department has improved since I started.  We got about 10 minutes of solid praise from Marc and Jim, both.  Then, Kumar told me how much he loved how I handle his accounts and the work I put in to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All in all, it was a good night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  This whole post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  Friday in general.  It was a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  Gothpod is driving me insane in the good way and the bad way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  The Relief Society lesson today was totally meant for me.  Thanks, Megan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7310081341748401727?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7310081341748401727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7310081341748401727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7310081341748401727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7310081341748401727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-doubt.html' title='No Doubt'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S94RCZIRcyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BScX95pmZL4/s72-c/adrian+young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-6398121292959593231</id><published>2010-04-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:13:29.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Does anyone else feel like the mistakes they make are so incredibly huge they're irreparable? I know it's NOT that huge, but I feel like I'm swimming in this one and I can't decide how to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so frustrated these days, and I really hope it passes, but at this point I'm where I can't quite seem to see the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because of this I'm going to do a longer list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I love when Chelsea comes over. We hardly EVER actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; anything, but I don't think I realized how much I missed her friendship all of those years. I'm 99.99% sure that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is why I was so mad at her for so long - because she disappeared on me. Which made me disappear on her. Sorry, Betty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. A few weekends ago, Scott and I hung out all night and I told him I'd go to his dance show this weekend. I was explaining to Nicole today that I had plans for Saturday (Scott's show) and she immediately asked me if Scott and I are dating. I don't understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. I was killing time on Facebook tonight, and I suddenly found myself panicking that I might have homework due tomorrow. And then I realized I'll never have homework due again. SAD DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Does anyone remember my Shig bear? I was telling GothPod about someone that works for my company named Shigeo who goes by "Shigy" and GP said that he would almost rather be called Shig. I started cracking up because of the bear's name. When I told GP he was confused and amused. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9kSVk5_O4I/AAAAAAAAAds/bZyCmEp1VBU/s1600/100_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9kSVk5_O4I/AAAAAAAAAds/bZyCmEp1VBU/s320/100_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465419784684256130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I think I'm going to buy an annual pass to Disneyland.  The only problem with that is, if I do, it would only be worth it to buy the highest level pass because I can only go on Saturdays and all weekends are blocked-out on the lower levels.  The higher level one is over $300.  I have some serious debating to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  I'm loving all of the videos my sister keeps posting of my nieces.  Maybe I'll skip the Disneyland pass and save up for a plane ticket in case I ever get vacation time from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.  I literally cannot remember the last time I took my toe rings off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8.  I'm debating starting a satirical blog.  My only concern is that "Satirical" will quickly become "Sarcastic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9.  I like Hot Bliggity Blog's blog backgrounds slightly more than The Cutest Blog on the Block's, but that's probably because I was using TCBOTB for the longest time and had seen all of their designs a million times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10.  I realized the other night how much I miss living with 5 other girls.  I was in severe need of someone to talk to and I'll be darned if having a bunch of girls that you love live with you wasn't a blessing for 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11.  Mayu noticed the other day that I've been down, and she offered to take me to a karaoke bar where I could sing and she could drink.  I love my friends at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12.  I love finding myself in a book.  I do not love reading all the way to the end of a book and finding out that the character I identify the most with is a suicidal manic depressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13.  The stupid dog is so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14.  August.  August.  August.  August.  August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-6398121292959593231?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6398121292959593231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=6398121292959593231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6398121292959593231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6398121292959593231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/04/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9kSVk5_O4I/AAAAAAAAAds/bZyCmEp1VBU/s72-c/100_1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1228323029721868522</id><published>2010-04-22T21:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:00:43.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am in a music slump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still have my favorite bands like Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9Ekd7ZUsEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ylonBj2qj-o/s1600/funny+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9Ekd7ZUsEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ylonBj2qj-o/s320/funny+blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463187919555833922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...And a few others.  But I haven't found anything new that I like lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jereme bought me an iTunes gift card for my birthday and I have yet to use it.  It's like leaving Barnes and Noble empty-handed: traumatizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, if anyone has a good band, I definitely need some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  The last 2 nights.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  Anna McPartlin.  I love her books and her writing style.  She cracks me up and writes about realistic scenarios in a way that everyone can relate to and be touched by.  Every time I pick up a new book by her, I find myself and my friends on the pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  When I got home from work today, my mom had put an opened card on my computer.  I opened it and saw it was from Bryce thanking my family for letting him be a part of it.  I am so grateful that my family has always been so open to basically adopting my friends.  I really do love that my friends are so comfortable here and know they're ALWAYS welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I (potentially) get to see Alli in August.  I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  "Glee."  Geez, the Madonna episode from this week (replaying Friday night) was A-MAZING, and I don't even really like Madonna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1228323029721868522?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1228323029721868522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1228323029721868522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1228323029721868522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1228323029721868522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S9Ekd7ZUsEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ylonBj2qj-o/s72-c/funny+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-3630544318276960314</id><published>2010-04-19T18:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:50:39.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Life is Pretty Good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we have a new intern at work. He's been with us for one week today, and I'm still on the fence about him. Honestly, I question what my bosses were thinking when they hired him. I KNOW, I KNOW, he's only been with us for a week, but he's driving me bonkers because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;am training him. I escalated it to Christy, though, because he's just not absorbing what I tell him. Despite the stresses he brings to the job, he's very nice and personable. And I still LOVE my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got a letter from Shauna today. She is amazing. I love reading her blog (Thanks Jayne!), and her letters are like a concentrated dose of her blog. That probably has something to do with the fact that her letters are tailored perfectly to me. hahaha. Yes, I'm that self-centered. She sounds super happy and I love that she still talks boys with me. hahaha. I love hearing her talk to me through her handwriting - so funny. I miss her lots and can't believe she's only got like 10 months left. WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S80MpgASHTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dNGZa-UZg38/s1600/glee-promos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S80MpgASHTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dNGZa-UZg38/s320/glee-promos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462035830175571250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bryce sent in an audition video to "Glee" (best show on TV, by the way) all about how he should be on it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because its his life's ambition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; because he's an amazing singer (which he is), but because he has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  That kid milks it for all it is worth.  If you want to help this poor, unfortunate cancer-ridden, kind soul get a role on "Glee," click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gleeauditions?link=17860862"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  (You can also click there if you want to laugh/realize your life could be so much worse/listen to Bryce to sing - it's a multi-functional link.)  To vote for him, click on "Give a Gold Star."  (Really, please do this - I want him on "Glee" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO BAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;note:  He is joking.  Sort of.  He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dying of cancer, but a lot of that video is supposed to be quasi-satirical.  I don't want to offend anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  I love how the Lord knows what we need and exactly when to give it to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  We broke a record today at work.  Two hours later, we broke that record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  New books.  I had to fight to put it down last night so I could sleep.  I love Anna McPartlin - highly recommend her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  Chilling with Scott on Saturday night.  We watched pieces of 2 basketball games, made virgin pina coladas, a peach/cherry cobbler, and watched "Zombieland."  It was SO fun.  I'm going to miss that kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I wish I could take my own advice, but at the same time, I laugh a lot more when I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-3630544318276960314?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3630544318276960314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=3630544318276960314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3630544318276960314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3630544318276960314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-pretty-good.html' title='Life is Pretty Good...'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S80MpgASHTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dNGZa-UZg38/s72-c/glee-promos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8372976284458940588</id><published>2010-04-11T20:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:51:15.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while, so I figured I'd do that today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My birthday went well - had fun. Nothing flashy, but it was still a very nice day.  I was SUPER surprised to hear from Elliot.  He sent me a text and I darn near cried just reading it.  It wasn't anything extraordinary, all it said was "Happy birthday" but I felt enormously special with those 2 little words.  Same with Kyle.  I've never met Kyle - we just FB chat and stuff - but he sent me the nicest note.  I have some truly amazing people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the flip side of the truly amazing - guess who's back?  Goth pod. What a battle.  (I semi-jest.  It's not a total disaster - it just makes life more interesting/stressful.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm still having a blast at my job.  We're getting a new intern for my team tomorrow morning - the only boy on our side of the building.  We'll see how he does.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm pretty sure Mishi is going to die any day now.  From natural causes - not from us murdering him, surprisingly.  He's stealing things more and more lately (which Chelsea's cat did right before she died), he SMELLS like 4 bags of rotten eggs, and he's so skinny that when he lays down he pretty much disappears.  Here's hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My goals I wrote down and posted on my tack board to keep me motivated have had NO effect.  hahaha.  Okay, that's not true.  All but one of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jereme is getting ready to head back to Idaho and I'm flipping out that I don't have to do that.  I feel like I should be panicking about packing and saying goodbye to my friends and family, but I don't.  I just have to sit here.  It's SO weird.  I'm going to miss him lots and lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's about it, I guess.  It's not very exciting around here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  Never, EVER underestimate the magical healing power of a hot bubble bath and your favorite band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  Listening to music that you haven't listened to in a while cause you overplayed it.  Man, I forgot how much I love Melody Gardot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I'm so glad the weekend is over and I get to go back to work.  Life sucks on the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  Chelsea totally grossed me out just now on FB chat.  Not a lot grosses me out, but I seriously thought I was going to throw up on my computer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I'm glad I decided to go to South Bay singles' ward. Yeah, it sucks and there's like 10 people in it, but that's basically the only way I've been able to see Bryce lately.  He's so nice to humor me by sitting by me in Sacrament AND Sunday school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8372976284458940588?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8372976284458940588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8372976284458940588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8372976284458940588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8372976284458940588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/04/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-6368410909887902426</id><published>2010-03-30T20:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:19:20.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work stories'/><title type='text'>I'm the Lead Singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unofficially...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think there's going to be an audition at the next office drinking party/karaoke bar night, with my luck.  They don't give you much notice of stuff we're doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my job.  The people I work with are down to earth, hilarious, good people.  But let me give you the story of just how I got roped into the singing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, during the latter-part of my lunch break, I was laying in my car with the windows slightly cracked, singing along to my Adele CD (thanks, Lo!), not thinking that people could hear me. (Why is it that when we're in our car, we think people can't see/hear us?  I'm no nose-picker or anything, but I certainly do love to sing.  Tangent.)  ANYWAYS.  One of the guys in the office came up to his car and heard me, then gave me a bit of a razz for just laying in my car in the sunshine, singing to myself with my eyes closed.  Being the newbie that I am, I assumed that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The President/CEO, Mike, had half of the office meet him at Benihanna today for lunch.  I was sitting there looking over the menu when Mike walked in and introduced himself to me (I'd never met him before).  I was sitting next to a few of the Executives (including my favorite person in the office, Jared, who I've only met once before today).  I knew there was a drum set in my office that had to be moved, and that a few of the folks in the office (Pres/CEO and Jared included) play in a band together.  I didn't know they were lacking a key member.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jared looked at me part way through lunch, and said, "So Lauren, do you play any instruments?" and I explained no, not really.  And that's when Jared goes, "But I hear you sing."  And Mike heard him.  BUSTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They asked what I like to sing.  I told him I'll sing pretty much everything and his eyes lit up when I told him I really love hard rock.  He said that unless I'm absolute crap (he used a different word, but my only reader is Mormon.  *waves* HI ALLI!) I'm in the band.  Our first show will be at the company picnic in May and again at the company Christmas party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  I got my desk and phone and stuff today.  I think we'll be working in the new office tomorrow for the first day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  My job freaking rocks.  We get perks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  The cheers that erupted when Marc told everyone at lunch to order alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I didn't get the third degree when I said I don't drink at lunch today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I put myself out there and got ignored.  Nothing like a good burn, folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  Halloween is a FREAKING HUGE deal at my office. I've been warned to start planning now.  And when I say huge, let me give you a for-instance: Mike (pres/ceo) was Paris Hilton, complete with size 12 stilettos and a bare mid-drift, which was not waxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.  Jereme went shopping with me on Saturday.  I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; shopping.  Like, he stood around for an hour while I tried on clothes in a few different stores.  He's pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-6368410909887902426?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6368410909887902426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=6368410909887902426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6368410909887902426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6368410909887902426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-lead-singer.html' title='I&apos;m the Lead Singer'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4983342883330503910</id><published>2010-03-24T22:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:43:02.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>It's the Simple Things in Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are some random thoughts/fun things from the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Free Willy movie?? Really?? Before you know it, Free Willy is going to become the new Land Before Time series...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love "Who's Line is it Anyway?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christy offered me her hat collection for Bryce's crazy hat party on Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting my phone to go with my phone number at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have this strange urge to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  I don't understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally fixed my milkshake craving; thank you Ruby's!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsea's face is freaking amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing our new office furniture get delivered, and being really excited whenever we heard the dolly going by.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading old GMail chat conversations between me and Alli.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My work is really cool; we're getting an office-sponsored bowling party one night soon.  And at the Christmas party, we always do a talent show.  I was warned now so I could start preparing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cork board is back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes exactly 1.5 text messages between Bryce and I before they become inappropriate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrote down goals that are going into effect starting Monday morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh, look at that! ...Oh, look at that! ...Oh, look at that!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like "The Marriage Ref."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4983342883330503910?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4983342883330503910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4983342883330503910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4983342883330503910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4983342883330503910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-simple-things-in-life.html' title='It&apos;s the Simple Things in Life...'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2111684910308568168</id><published>2010-03-18T19:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:01:22.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>A Job Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been 4 whole days and I'm still loving my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend keeps referring to it as the "job honeymoon stage," but I don't think I'll ever have a problem working there.  My bosses Chrsity and Mayu are SO nice.  Even when things are crazy like they have been for the last 2 days (and when I say crazy, I mean absolutely insane), Christy and Mayu are positive and have great senses of humor.  We laugh through all of the horrible-everything-that-could-go-wrong-can-and-has stuff, and keep on working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christy makes sure I'm constantly snacking, which is going to have to stop.  I've made a few friends around the office, and Christy and Mayu want me to sit in on the interviews they're doing for the other content intern starting tomorrow.  They've been going over resumes and cover letters like crazy since March 3, and so far have only liked one person enough to hire: ME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I know, it's weird to me, too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been getting through 4 audits a day.  The audits are usually around 14 pages long, and I've gotten to the point where I'm asking less questions, finding more errors, and looking at the template a lot less, which is good, and apparently impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got my official SQA email address, phone number, computer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; laptop the other day.  Here's where it gets interesting though: I don't have a phone.  I have a phone number, but no phone.  They're moving our office soon to a different section of the building, and that is when I'll get all set up.  (When I get all set up, I'll have 3 computer screens to work off of!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basically, I can't gush enough about my job: I am COMPLETELY, 100% enamored with my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  The past few days, I've come home from work, changed my clothes, ate dinner, and then laid on my floor for a while (which is like laying on plywood).  I like my job, but I'm sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  I get to see Chelsea tomorrow!  WOO HOO!!  It feels like it's been forever when really, it's just been since Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  The videos Ashley has been posting of Rachel talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I work in a building right across the street from the mall (in PV, for those of you from around here), and in the PV mall there is a Borders.  (It's not Barnes and Noble, but really, at this point, I'm not going to split hairs.)  There is also a library there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  We have a basket ball hoop in our parking lot.  Also, the Head of IT leads anyone who wants to participate in this super-intense work out a few times a week.  Once I get in shape, I'll have to try it out.  Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2111684910308568168?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2111684910308568168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2111684910308568168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2111684910308568168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2111684910308568168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/job-update.html' title='A Job Update'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7604234961821048681</id><published>2010-03-12T15:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:05:06.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>100th Post and Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5rWmTXpl8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RjWtFPjTEdc/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5rWmTXpl8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RjWtFPjTEdc/s320/yay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447902652780877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What a better way to celebrate my 100th post than with some totally awesome, rocking, good news??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...okay, so it's a paid internship, but let's not split hairs, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am now a part of the content team at SQA Services, Inc.  SQA stands for Supply Quality Assurance, and let me give a bit of a run down of what we do.  A major corporation like GlaxoSmithKline will hire SQA to send an auditor out to a manufacturing plant somewhere in the world.  The auditor will examine the plant based on our standards and the standards of the corporation that hired SQA to make sure the manufacturing plant is up to par and doing everything correctly.  The auditors then write up their reports - and here is where my role comes in to play.  I will then edit the audits (that's fun to say out loud - go ahead, give it a try...) and after they're checked out and some revisions are done as necessary, they go back to the corporation that hired us and then CAPA (Corrective Action/Preventive Action) takes place, and everyone is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so excited to be getting into my field.  I was applying for pretty much everything under the sun, hoping that somewhere down the road of life, I would get into editing like I've wanted to.  But this is just perfect.  The office is only 10 minutes away from my house, I already like the people I'll be working for (that I've met so far), and can't get over the fact that I was chosen.  After the internship is over, they are hoping to hire at least one intern.  Last I heard they wanted 2-3 interns - AND I'M ONE OF THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...Again, I'm super happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  I can't believe I got such a lucky break.  This just goes to show the power of prayer and fasting.  God blesses those who have faith enough to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  The first thing I did after I told my family was email Brother Allen and tell him the good news.  I also thanked him.  I had so many teachers in Idaho that I absolutely adored, and taught me so much.  I miss them, but I miss them just a little less today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  Jereme is super sweet.  He keeps running errands with me.  I have such a great brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  Peasant pasta tonight.  :D  YUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  100 posts and still blogging.  I'm impressed I kept it up.  And I'm sorry for all of you that I bother.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7604234961821048681?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7604234961821048681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7604234961821048681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7604234961821048681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7604234961821048681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/100th-post-and-good-news.html' title='100th Post and Good News!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5rWmTXpl8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/RjWtFPjTEdc/s72-c/yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8688265027188351306</id><published>2010-03-09T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:56:53.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Oscar Night Write Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, the Oscars were on on Sunday.  I don't know how big of a deal it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; of California, but here, it's all that is talked about from Valentines Day to St. Patrick's Day.  I don't usually pay them much attention until the end of the show, when they announce the big winners like, Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Actress.  But this year, I watched the red carpet (once I got back from church) and the majority of the award show itself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are my thoughts (in case anyone cares):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I feel so bad for the guys who won for Best Documentary.  Okay, not both guys, just the second guy.  Some retard who went walking up with them (and I think bankrolled the film) decided to hold up a sign as the second guy started his speech.  Consequently, the second guy was cut off.  He wasn't allowed to give his acceptance speech, and I never even saw his face because they cut to the audience.  Why ruin it for people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Also, who the heck does the invitation list for this show??  Tina Fey??  Really? And Mariska Hargitay?  What the heck were Tim McGraw and Faith Hill doing there?!  I know he was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Blindside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, but only for like 2 scenes - he wasn't nominated.  At first I was bothered that Molly Ringwald was invited, but then they did a tribute to John Hughes - or whatever his name was - and it made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Every time I hear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; theme song, I want to cry.  I don't know why.  I loved that movie, and the music is beautiful, but it seriously has me choking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was so glad that Sandra Bullock won for Best Actress.  I mean, wow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Blindside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; has to be one of the best movies I've ever seen.  Congratulations to her.  And also, please pick a better dress next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This year brought change to the Best Director category: a woman, an African American, Terrentino, Reitman and Cameron.  Kathryn Bigelow won for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Hurtlocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  It seems so weird that an African American hasn't won, and that, until tonight, a woman hadn't won in 82 years of this ridiculous tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10 movies in the Best Picture category?!  Holy geez!  That hasn't happened since 1943.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I also want to rant for a minute about the absolutely disastrous dresses this year.  Usually there are a handful that are hideous, a few that are truly amazing and the rest are merely mediocre.  Not this year.  This year, there were a few that were mildly stunning, a handful that were merely mediocre and the rest were absolutely atrocious (ahh, alliteration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;assonance.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My best dressed list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Elizabeth Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anna Kendrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Demi Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Penelope Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My worst dressed list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Zoe Saldana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Barbra Streisand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Charlize Theron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maggie Gylenhaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vera Farmiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This post is already really long, so I'll do 3 very short things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.  Enchiladas - momma style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.  Cute new Sunday clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.  Behood's crazy laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8688265027188351306?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8688265027188351306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8688265027188351306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8688265027188351306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8688265027188351306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-night-write-up.html' title='Oscar Night Write Up'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4059320903092571919</id><published>2010-03-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:00:04.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jereme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's Jereme's 26th birthday today!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5RzALshIVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8dhlutRJS9g/s1600-h/100_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5RzALshIVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8dhlutRJS9g/s320/100_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446104296374477138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What can I say about such a fantastic brother?  I never really felt like an annoying little sister around him or his friends, although I know I was one.  He cracks me up pretty much every night at dinner (and other times during the day), and I appreciate him every morning for letting the dog into his room so he stops whining.  He's someone I go to when I need advice or someone to listen/calm me down.  I love him lots.  And lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEREME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  Jereme hates cats, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; LOVE him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  My mom got to go to Seattle to see Josh, Karissa, Dan, Ashley, Hannah, and Rachel.  Thank you Cheryl for the ticket.  I'm so glad she got to go see the kids she doesn't get to see everyday and to have some time for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  Apparently, KP thinks if I was a food, I'd be mashed potatoes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  The email I wrote on behalf of Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4059320903092571919?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4059320903092571919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4059320903092571919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4059320903092571919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4059320903092571919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-jereme.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jereme!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S5RzALshIVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8dhlutRJS9g/s72-c/100_0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-556183730287863658</id><published>2010-02-22T20:42:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:53:13.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>A Few MORE of My Favorite Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I forgot a few yesterday.   Or rather, I remembered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15.  That look on my dad's face either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;right before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; he calls me a smart ass, or when he's thinking it, but has decided not to voice it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16.  Has anyone seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Accidentally on Purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?  I've seen it 3 times.  The SAME EPISODE...three times.  The problem is, it's on in between 2 shows that I like, when you can't switch channels because it's on the half hour - so everything is already going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17.  My brother wants me to make more brownies.  I don't mind, honestly.  But I'm going to start charging him.  I want a chocolate milkshake.  STILL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18.  The scene when what's-his-bucket breaks up with the crazy chick on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Accidentally on Purpose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told you, I've only seen it 3 times, and it's the SAME episode.  I still laugh when he tries to break up with her.  Whatever their names are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19.  The picture that serves as the backdrop on my cell phone.  It's Chelsea with a pink bra over her eyes and that weird look she gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20.  One day, I'm going to start writing again.  Hopefully soon.  I think I'm just scared of getting sucked in like the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21.  The dents on the first toe of each of my feet from my toe rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mk, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that's all.  Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-556183730287863658?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/556183730287863658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=556183730287863658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/556183730287863658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/556183730287863658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-more-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few MORE of My Favorite Things!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-3974025017289502086</id><published>2010-02-21T21:37:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:09:24.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things.  I should warn you - some of them will be ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.  You know how you get sick of wearing your favorite pair of jeans, so you shove them in the back of the closet, or the bottom of the drawer, or whatever?  And then, on a random laundry day somewhere down the road, you pull them out and put them on.  You then look in the mirror and realize your already-cute-butt looks a MILLION times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; fabulous in the jeans you banished a few months ago?  Yep.  Totally happened to me today.  I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; putting my "Common Genes" jeans back in the rotation: priority level 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.  Clean sheet day.  I mean, it's not like I crawl into bed every night covered in mud, or anything, but clean sheet day makes me ridiculously, nerdishly, happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.  I was in a completely rotten mood yesterday as soon as Chelsea and Nicole got to my house.  We ran over to Barnes and Noble to look for a teaching book Nicole needed.  As soon as we walked in the store, I said, "I'm going upstairs.  See you later," and disappeared for about an hour.  At the end of the hour, I was a whole new, happy, peppy, perky, who-the-heck-is-this-happy-chick chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.  Sitting in Nicole's car parked outside of my house from 10:30 pm - 12:30 am with Nicole and Chelsea.  We were cracking up basically the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5.  Feeling cute even when you've spent the day lounging around the house in your spare pajama t-shirt, recently re-discovered favorite jeans with big curly hair (which according to your parent's best friend reflects your bubbly personality and should therefore be worn big and curly more often).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6.  For some reason I ALWAYS trim the nail on my left pointer finger crooked.  Not just crooked - it comes out at like a 45 degree angle, but only when you look at it a certain way.  I don't know how to explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.  Craving chocolate milk shakes every 2 days.  And then, of course, on a Sunday when you can't do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.  I've always wanted to be a singer.  Still do.  A jazz singer.  Or, on Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9.  I was laughing while I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; today.  And yes, the story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; as depressing as the title suggests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10.  A few days before Valentine's Day, my mom asked me what kind of candy I would like, as a treat.  I told her I didn't really know, cause if you know me, I'm not a big candy-eater.  (Surprise, surprise, I know...)  I never did get back to her about what kind of candy I would like the most.  But on Valentine's Day, I woke up and sitting on top of my laptop was a bag of apple flavored Sour Punch Straws.  It just so happens that I LOVE those, and forgot.  Kind of like the jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11.  I haven't cried about John yet.  I don't know why.  I have, however, laughed about John.  A lot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12.  Pulling pranks.  I haven't been pranking lately.  But after last night, I think I need to start up again.  But I need a different crew to roll with.  The crew I was working with last night wasn't very helpful to the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13.  Skype dates.  So "date" could be a bit of a stretch.  It just so happened that this guy that I've never met, but am friends with on FB, and I rented the same movie on the same night.  So we decided to watch it together via Skype.  It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14.  My shampoo makes my hair smell like slurpees.  Consequently, I crave slurpees quite frequently lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Again, these are just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; things.  And I figure that since this whole list is a favorites things, I won't do a small list of things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today list.  Peace out, my loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-3974025017289502086?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3974025017289502086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=3974025017289502086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3974025017289502086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3974025017289502086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/02/few-of.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8596066263877108953</id><published>2010-02-16T21:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:41:18.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HI-larious'/><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This has to be the BEST FREAKING COMMERCIAL EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know exactly what it is about this commercial but I've watched it like 6 times and I seriously laugh harder and harder each time.  I had to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&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/owGykVbfgUE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I laugh just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  Knowing that my education was totally worth it and complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  I got my diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I love my teachers at BYU-Idaho.  They weren't just teachers.  A few were mentors, and several were friends.  They're amazing people, and I miss them all SO much.  Okay, not all...but the vast majority, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I got to brag to my dad for a bit the other night, and it was nice to see him the slightest bit impressed with some of the things I've done in college.  Impressed might not be the right word, but he seemed slightly surprised, if nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I'm glad the Idol judges are sending home the people I like the least.  Mostly just those two stupid girls I couldn't stand.  Keep it up, and don't send sucky people through like Fantasia (GAG ME) anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8596066263877108953?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8596066263877108953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8596066263877108953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8596066263877108953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8596066263877108953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-stop-laughing.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Laughing'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2669927725948197232</id><published>2010-02-05T15:09:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:53:56.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Hannah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2yn4SHuPaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jHYPvx_rAFA/s1600-h/101_1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2yn4SHuPaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jHYPvx_rAFA/s320/101_1288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434903435708087714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is Hannah's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SHE'S 3!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That seems insane to me! I can't believe how quickly time has gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's such a sweet girl, and hilarious. I miss her oodles every day. I miss when she would come out of her room in the morning and see me on the couch and say, "UNCLE TIM!" or "Wake up Auntie Lauren!" She would read to me, and she is definitely the best dancer on the Conley side of the family. She's precious, and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2ynndaqg7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/omCbaPpB4h4/s1600-h/101_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2ynndaqg7I/AAAAAAAAAcs/omCbaPpB4h4/s320/101_0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434903146682549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2ym_0gfdKI/AAAAAAAAAck/bFUi31A4HFY/s1600-h/100_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2ym_0gfdKI/AAAAAAAAAck/bFUi31A4HFY/s320/100_1515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902465686238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  I have 2 gorgeous nieces.  Do I need anything else?  ...Maybe.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  My wonderful Momma helped me re-organize my closet and now everything fits in my room without having stuff in boxes in front of my bed.  Plus, I plugged in my wall-flower, and now my room smells FABULOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  It's raining here today.  I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  New music.  Woo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I'm still plowing through the Percy Jackson books.  Love them.  Highly recommend them.  All that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2669927725948197232?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2669927725948197232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2669927725948197232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2669927725948197232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2669927725948197232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-hannah.html' title='Happy Birthday, Hannah!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2yn4SHuPaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/jHYPvx_rAFA/s72-c/101_1288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-470146459515629396</id><published>2010-02-04T16:36:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:49:24.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books...Books...More Books...'/><title type='text'>More Percy Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2tqumvznMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9sSYuV9dqnI/s1600-h/titans-curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2tqumvznMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9sSYuV9dqnI/s320/titans-curse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434554724260224194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've made my way through the second book in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Sea of Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  It didn't disappoint, I loved it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm now on the third installment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Titan's Curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Wow.  Just when I thought I couldn't like the series anymore, Rick Riordan surprised me yet again.  He keeps introducing new Gods in each book and in this book he's introduced Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt, and her twin brother, Apollo, the God of prophecy who is also in charge of raising the Sun.  (Artemis is the goddess of the moon - he got the sun...anyways...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apollo is my new favorite.  He's hilarious.  They're twins, but without getting all technical as to why, let me just say, Riordan writes Artemis to appear as a teenie-bopper somewhere between the ages of 12 and 14, and Apollo as somewhere around 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In classic mythology he rides a chariot painted like the sun.  In Riordan's book, he drives a red convertible Maserati Spyder.  Unless, of course, he's transporting 10 Hunters of Artemis, Grover, Percy and someone else I won't name (in case anyone out there is reading the series...) - then he drives a bus.  Apollo also loved being in Japan, apparently, because he likes to make up his own Haiku's.  For example, this one found on page 47:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Green grass breaks through snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Artemis pleads for my help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, the last line isn't 5 syllables so he changes it to, "I am so awesome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.  "When My Time Comes" by Dawes.  I highly recommend it.  Check it out on iTunes, folks.  Seriously.  Do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.  I got a new lap top for free thanks to American Express reward points.  I LOOOOVE it.  It's amazing.  I'm in heaven.  And the only thing that can pull me away from it is Percy.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.  I pulled the 2 books I started writing a while ago off of my external hard drive now that I have a new lap top, and re-read all that I have of my newer-book.  Yeah, bad idea because now I get woken up or can't fall asleep until I write down what the stupid people in my head are saying.  And they're persistent imaginary people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.  I got a letter from Shauna on Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.  I'm no longer listed in the Student Directory on BYU-I's website, so I'm taking that as a sign that I did, in fact, graduate from college despite the complete lack of a diploma I have.  I'm thinking it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to come this week sometime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-470146459515629396?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/470146459515629396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=470146459515629396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/470146459515629396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/470146459515629396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-book-talk.html' title='More Percy Jackson'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2tqumvznMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9sSYuV9dqnI/s72-c/titans-curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-9035938653071037749</id><published>2010-01-29T15:51:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:53:13.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Rachel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is Rachel's first birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2N5Mn5i7hI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yDqGMBcCDFA/s1600-h/n584411470_2089704_2898295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2N5Mn5i7hI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yDqGMBcCDFA/s320/n584411470_2089704_2898295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432318833314688530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I honestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; believe that she's already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!  It blows my mind.  Of course, it's also crazy that Hannah is going to be 3 in exactly one week also, but that's a post for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you people say, I have the CUTEST nieces ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2N4lNKQZaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pTu4KnzzBVU/s1600-h/101_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2N4lNKQZaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pTu4KnzzBVU/s320/101_1261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432318156122121634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mishi.  That cat may be retarded and super skinny, but he's definitely entertaining.  I seriously don't know how he gets so dirty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nicole on a sugar high.  Wow.  Usually Chelsea is the crazy one, but I literally have bruises on my leg in the shape of Nicole's fingers and a rather large bruise on my wrist that I'm also crediting to Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  Going to the park with Chelsea again.  Gotta love the swings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Isn't it cool how much you can love someone else's baby?  I mean, Hannah and Rachel aren't mine, and I love them SO much.  I can't imagine loving something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-9035938653071037749?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/9035938653071037749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=9035938653071037749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/9035938653071037749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/9035938653071037749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-rachel.html' title='Happy Birthday, Rachel!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S2N5Mn5i7hI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yDqGMBcCDFA/s72-c/n584411470_2089704_2898295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8407035151234431284</id><published>2010-01-26T10:43:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:57:37.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheldon: The Big Bang Theory'/><title type='text'>I Adore Sheldon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a lot lately, and I can't help but gush about how much I absolutely ADORE Sheldon.  He's definitely my favorite.  And dare I say...100% meant for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every time he talks I sit in wide-eyed rapture, practically drooling.  Which is kind of ironic because honestly, I HATE super skinny guys, which he is.  But I'm willing to look past his insubstantial weight.  That's how much I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a clip from Season 3, episode 2.  This clip will explain fairly clearly why I love him so much.  There is another clip from later in this same episode where Raj and Sheldon debate the name of the cricket.  Also definitely worth checking out.  Especially because I want Sheldon's shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlpsTQz3waA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlpsTQz3waA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  Thinkgeek.com.  Yet again, I was perusing last night, and found a bunch of stuff I want.  One day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  I want to be socially awkward like Sheldon.  Not like Rob (for those of you who know the story) but I think Sheldon is a humorous balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  My new Singles Ward.  Goodbye South Bay Singles, Hello Santa Monica!!  :o)  WAHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  Jereme.  He's tons of fun.  I'm lucky to have such a great family that is multifunctional, i.e., friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; family.  (How's my Sheldon?  Is it nerdy enough?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8407035151234431284?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8407035151234431284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8407035151234431284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8407035151234431284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8407035151234431284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-adore-sheldon.html' title='I Adore Sheldon.'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-922678996759557463</id><published>2010-01-19T22:53:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:50:12.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books...Books...More Books...'/><title type='text'>My Latest Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find myself blogging about books a lot, lately.  I think that comes with wanting to be an editor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing about Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Olympians series for a while now, and because everyone was comparing it to Harry Potter, I've been dutifully ignoring the excited voices.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I saw the preview for the movie of the first book in the five-book series, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;The Lightning Thief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  And I haven't been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S1arORQCxmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5I0644rZjjc/s1600-h/lightningthief1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S1arORQCxmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5I0644rZjjc/s320/lightningthief1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428714662478923362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sat down and researched the book, and the series as a whole, and decided to give Rick Riordan and Percy Jackson a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't regretted it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't get over how imaginative the books are, even though it's dealing with one of the oldest tales of all time: Greek mythology.  I won't spoil the series for anyone out there, but I find Percy's wit hilarious considering he's only 12.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy, Grover, Annabeth, Chiron, Ares (he's definitely my favorite God now...), Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Cerberus...all of them are GREAT.  And the best part is, I found myself recognizing a lot of the mythology that Percy relates from classes eons ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've only read the first book in the series and I'm trying INCREDIBLY hard to pace myself with the second since I have no book money because I'm jobless.  But so far, I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favorite quote: "And play with Cerberus once in a while.  He likes red rubber balls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  All of this rain.  Believe it or not, a tornado actually touched down like half an hour from my house today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  Running errands with Bryce today.  It's great to be reminded how much you have in common with such a good friend, and why he's one of your favorite people.  And somehow we managed to be running through the rain whenever it was the worst.  Needless to say, we got pretty wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  I have a pinched something somewhere that's making my left arm practically unusable, and my mom rubbed my back tonight.  It felt AMAZING.  My arm's still sore, but a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  I have a book drawer in my room because I don't have bookshelves.  It's packed, and my book box is also still rather full.  This could be a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-922678996759557463?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/922678996759557463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=922678996759557463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/922678996759557463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/922678996759557463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-latest-find.html' title='My Latest Find'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S1arORQCxmI/AAAAAAAAAbc/5I0644rZjjc/s72-c/lightningthief1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7213478270861531037</id><published>2010-01-07T18:56:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:05:17.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>For Kyle and Kellie McDonald</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle and Kellie are getting married tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KP, I'm SO, SO, SO sorry I can't be there for your wedding.  I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0agQ82ekHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Aw7DsvEmyqY/s1600-h/classic+elle+n+kp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0agQ82ekHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Aw7DsvEmyqY/s320/classic+elle+n+kp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424199014287315058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're such a great friend and I totally appreciate all of the advice you've given me over the years.  You were one of my favorite roommates and made a lot of bad stuff in my life bearable.  You were there for me when Gramps died and when Bryce was diagnosed with cancer, plus all of the drama before, in between and after!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle, I've only met you once, but thank you for being so welcoming and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0agV2ZJ7vI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5-s7acDWfug/s1600-h/presh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0agV2ZJ7vI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5-s7acDWfug/s320/presh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424199098453061362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so excited for you both and wish you guys a happy life and eternity together!  I wish I could be with you guys, but know that I'm there in spirit.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  Temple marriages.  Seriously, our church is so amazing, and temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;marriages are one of the things that I love the most about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  I miss living with a bunch of girls.  I never thought I'd say it, but I really do miss having all of the girls around me all of the time.  We had a lot of laughs, didn't we ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  I made some of my best friends in college - guys and girls - and I appreciate you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  Playing Nintendo with Chelsea today.  Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7213478270861531037?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7213478270861531037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7213478270861531037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7213478270861531037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7213478270861531037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-kyle-and-kellie-mcdonald.html' title='For Kyle and Kellie McDonald'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0agQ82ekHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Aw7DsvEmyqY/s72-c/classic+elle+n+kp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7220078564820148727</id><published>2010-01-02T21:55:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:27:07.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brilliant Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>An Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0A4raR_4aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Uz3KmHog0-A/s1600-h/movie-when-harry-met-sally11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0A4raR_4aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Uz3KmHog0-A/s320/movie-when-harry-met-sally11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396269794419106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my all-time favorite movies is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;.  It's HILARIOUS.  I don't own it (sad day, I know), so when it was on TV the other day, I recorded it so I could watch it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so today, and the STRANGEST thing happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering a lot this past semester exactly WHY I liked John so much.  It's not like he's necessarily my type.  He's the physical type I like, but personality-wise he's the COMPLETE opposite of the kind of person I usual like, except for the biting wit and cynicism which I (naturally) LOVED.  And then he turned out to be a real jerk, so I was REALLY confused.  And today, about 5 minutes into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;, I figured it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is Harry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In EVERY single way.  I was sitting there, cracking up, and realized that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my gosh - &lt;/span&gt;THAT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is why I liked John so much.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then it happened again while I was reading my new book,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Demon King, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Cinda Williams Chima - a mere 23 pages in.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I apologize if the following quote disturbs anyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[His] kisses were intoxicating, and his embraces made her head swim.&lt;br /&gt;It was more than that, though.  He had a savage, cynical wit that picked apart the society that had birthed the two of them.  He made her laugh, and little did these days" (23).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like I said - strange.  At least that's one John-related mystery solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;br /&gt;1.  KP is getting married in like 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have my own personal pain-remover.  He's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bryce asked who John was the other night at dinner and Jereme's quick reply was, "A jackass."  I love it when Jereme swears.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The dream I had with my Matt/Elliot date that included Jereme stringing up John (who was tied up in a burlap sack) from the ceiling by his feet.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I went to Barnes and Noble today.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Secret of the Ooze. &lt;/span&gt; Michelangelo is my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7220078564820148727?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7220078564820148727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7220078564820148727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7220078564820148727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7220078564820148727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2010/01/epiphany.html' title='An Epiphany'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/S0A4raR_4aI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Uz3KmHog0-A/s72-c/movie-when-harry-met-sally11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7122398188182085637</id><published>2009-12-24T19:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:11:17.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's this band that I love, A Fine Frenzy.  I first heard of them when iTunes put out a free single by them called, "You Picked Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, Leslie asked me if I had heard a song by them called, "Almost Lover."  I hadn't, so she pulled it up, and I'm ADDICTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've put it on a playlist at the bottom of my blog, so you can all hear it, if you wish.  I didn't make it autostart because that always annoys me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Clever trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can't you just let me be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So long, my luckless romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; My back is turned on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We walked along a crowded street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You took my hand and danced with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And when you left you kissed my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can't you just let me be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So long, my luckless romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; My back is turned on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I cannot go to the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Without you on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And I bet you are just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Did I make it that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To walk right in and out of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Can't you just let me be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So long, my luckless romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; My back is turned on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't stop listening to it, or singing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ironic?  I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  Almost lovers.  May he burn in the bad place for all of the lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.  Making pies with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  I get to see Bryce soon!!  (Grannie says you better come see her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  Good books that I haven't felt for SO long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7122398188182085637?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7122398188182085637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7122398188182085637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7122398188182085637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7122398188182085637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1278553739182029800</id><published>2009-12-14T18:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:39:11.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>I'M GRADUATING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alli challenged me to make a announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Syb2WtPoHYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SmhGpaGX8SQ/s1600-h/graduation+announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Syb2WtPoHYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SmhGpaGX8SQ/s320/graduation+announcement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415286471922294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I did one o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n InDesign for kicks and giggles during finals week, cause let's face it: everyone needs a kick and a giggle during finals.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took me 10 minutes.  Literally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll miss parts of this town.  Mostly Papa Kelsey's...but some other things too.  Every time I go on a walk now I study everything I pass, trying to commit it to memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot and I were talking about graduation and how it's going to suck not seeing each other anymore.  Luckily, there's a facebook for that!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made so many good friends here, and I'm going to miss them all so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love to you all!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.  Thinking up new responses to the question, "What are your plans for graduation" for every new person who asks me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  They finally plowed the roads after 2 days of snow.  It's about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Peter Pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.  I found a website entirely dedicated to quotes about reading.  I'm in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.  I finished my educational portfolio and it rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1278553739182029800?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1278553739182029800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1278553739182029800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1278553739182029800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1278553739182029800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-graduating.html' title='I&apos;M GRADUATING!!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Syb2WtPoHYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SmhGpaGX8SQ/s72-c/graduation+announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-254976307023482131</id><published>2009-12-12T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:53:40.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>I HATE technology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So my computer crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's rough.  hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No, but really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The purpose of this post is to tell you all that if you need me, don't use anything having to do with computers.  Call the phone, cause seriously, I can't get it fixed until I'm home.  I don't have time.  I'll be in the library from now until the end of the century, and I don't get great reception, so if you call me and I don't answer, that's why.  It's not cause I don't love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See everyone in Cali really soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  The fact that I actually am doing one of these lists when I'm in such a foul mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.  Leslie.  She calmed me down so much last night.  And listened to me go on and on about John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  I got to talk to Bryce...ON THE PHONE!!!  hahaha.  It's the simple things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-254976307023482131?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/254976307023482131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=254976307023482131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/254976307023482131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/254976307023482131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-technology.html' title='I HATE technology!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8516081672505269545</id><published>2009-12-07T17:05:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:36:55.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>It's a Hard Nerd Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FOR ME! (In case you didn't figure it out, that was supposed to be sung like, "It's a Hard Knock Life" from &lt;em&gt;Annie...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412667247627728274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sx2oLyY99ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/oBct7O9_MhM/s320/DSC05954.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to be a nerd. I'm not saying I'm a huge nerd or anything, although I'm sure some out there would argue that I am a huge nerd...I dunno. I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's why it's hard: people don't want to do homework. And they know you're smart. And they know you like to do homework. And they know you like them. So what do they do? They take advantage. They start talking to you more in class. They start asking you out. They act all interested in you when really, they're interested in not doing their own homework, but having you do it for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so glad I'm graduating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Jessie is having a girl. And I got to see the video of the sonogram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I kinda sorta snapped at Brother Allen today, and someone kinda sorta stuck up for me and explained I'm NEVER like that, so there must be something wrong. And then I made Brother Allen laugh really hard and now he thinks I'm cool. He told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My group presented our PR plan today, so basically I have no more homework for that class ever since I already took the final before Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I actually don't have a ton of homework left at all! I just have to finish tweaking one portfolio, upload everything onto the other portfolio and write one essay for my Humanities class. Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I woke up at 9:24 on Sunday morning. Church starts at 9:30. I was a little late, but I made it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Joseph Smith said, "Let what will come; don't deny the faith, and all will be well." I found that quote with my Patriarchal Blessing the other day when I really needed to hear it. And then Leslie was looking at something on my shelf and saw that quote when SHE really needed it (cause I put it on display...)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8516081672505269545?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8516081672505269545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8516081672505269545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8516081672505269545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8516081672505269545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-nerd-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Hard Nerd Life'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sx2oLyY99ZI/AAAAAAAAAas/oBct7O9_MhM/s72-c/DSC05954.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2440677594829526124</id><published>2009-12-03T20:44:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:14:10.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sxic5khFZcI/AAAAAAAAAac/BGBIobR9AO8/s1600-h/DSC05973.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; float: left; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411247465154569666" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sxic5khFZcI/AAAAAAAAAac/BGBIobR9AO8/s200/DSC05973.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Leslie is in a photography class and for her homework, she has to take lots of pictures (go figure...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411241378393585378" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SxiXXRkLduI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CUlf9MY_cnM/s200/DSC05952.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was her homework one day! Her assignment was to play with light and shadow, so she shoved me in all of the dark corners of our apartment and posed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; float: right; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411244104001774018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SxiZ17Pz4cI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Jilqf7H66d0/s200/DSC05958.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246693224933090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SxicMo2t5uI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rFMFaBIzgCE/s200/DSC05970.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sxib1GZVpGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/47iAs6gdemE/s1600-h/DSC05959.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; float: left; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411246288837911650" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sxib1GZVpGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/47iAs6gdemE/s200/DSC05959.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've discovered I would never make a good model because I kept getting laughing fits. Poor Leslie. I think I made her homework harder than it had to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These aren't all of the pictures. If you want to see all of them, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=126823&amp;amp;id=584411470&amp;amp;l=d5d675ed57"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(the pictures start on the second page of the album...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Sunday. It can't come fast enough, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. I got my cap and gown today!!! HOLY CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. My dad's surgery went very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. My PR book is done. Finally. Stupid incompetent group members that can't do InDesign so I have to do it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5. Jean-Baptiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6. Garret from the library. Also the freaky guy who asked for my number the other day. Thankfully I had a good reason to say no. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2440677594829526124?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2440677594829526124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2440677594829526124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2440677594829526124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2440677594829526124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sxic5khFZcI/AAAAAAAAAac/BGBIobR9AO8/s72-c/DSC05973.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5002933974233429578</id><published>2009-12-02T20:35:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:48:39.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Hawker&apos;s English 495 Class'/><title type='text'>I'm a Mountain Man??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last book fest is this week and I presented today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY FOR NO MORE BOOK FESTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the same deal as last time - I "read" a book, made a book cover and had to talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This time, my presentation was different though! No more games here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I read &lt;em&gt;The Mountain Man's Field Guide to Grammar: A Fearless Adventure in Grammar, Style, and Usage&lt;/em&gt; by Gary Spina (and yes, I've decided to award him the Longest Book Title &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; award). I had no clue what the heck I was going to do for book fest until &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I called Jereme to see if he had a possibles sack I could use and steal some Mountain Man-esque stuff from him. He graciously obliged because he's one of the best brothers, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, I went to DI today and bought me a &lt;em&gt;flannel shirt&lt;/em&gt; for $2 (two dollah, Ashley, two dollah!). I went to my first class packing all of my gear (wearing hiking boots), and then on to book fest where I braided my hair and introduced myself as the Mountain Man Guide to Grammar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410866524541802882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SxdCb6Jd2YI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BhT2tmF4LTo/s320/101_1876.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I talked about the author for a bit, and then explained what a possible's sack was, and showed off the one I borrowed from Jereme (and his really cool home-made canteen that everyone was impressed with!) and then I made the coolest connection ever. And here's where it got interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember how I said I had no clue what I was going to do until yesterday afternoon?? That's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of a lie. I fine tuned it as I was setting up this afternoon. HAHAHA. Oops. As I was setting up my possibles sack display, I realized that the book was actually your own personal possibles sack (say that 4 times fast, I dare you) when it comes to writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*angels singing my praise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sister Hawker seemed impressed and apparently I am one dang cute Mountain Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. My blanket.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(You know it's a bad day when the blanket is number one on here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Sappy music that can make you cry when you know you need to but just can't seem to make it happen on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Leslie's amazing photography skills. (There will be a post about this soon, I promise.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5002933974233429578?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5002933974233429578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5002933974233429578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5002933974233429578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5002933974233429578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-mountain-man.html' title='I&apos;m a Mountain Man??'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SxdCb6Jd2YI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BhT2tmF4LTo/s72-c/101_1876.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4455098288760067996</id><published>2009-11-28T00:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:13:37.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>A Post-Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy (late) Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I'm such a crummy blogger...it's been busy around here lately, so I hope you'll forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for updating purposes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother is a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;great cook&lt;/span&gt;.  He cooked me Thanksgiving dinner, and it was &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt;.  Don't worry, I returned the favor and made him peasant pasta tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a full 5 days off of school and I'm miserable.  Besides, my roommates (and the majority of the population of Rexburg) are all gone, so it's REALLY quiet.  And it freaks me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We got the first &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;snow the other day.  It was about 6 inches, I'd say, from what I had to plow off of my car.  And my parking lot is now an ice skating rink.  Trust me, I've gone for a few rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hillary and I did 2 puzzles that she bought at D.I., and, of course, one of them was missing 13 pieces, but still.  Oh, and the one that had all of the pieces glows in the dark! (And those are polar bears, Hillary, not panda bears.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally got home-sick for the first time I can remember since I started college.  It's not that I don't miss my family on a regular basis, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it everywhere over the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a letter from my little sister, Carlee, and finally wrote her back.  (I love getting letters letters...like, in the mail letters...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised myself I would do all of my projects over this week.  Haven't done a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one.  Or my giant Humanities test that is due on Monday.  Guess what I'm doing tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that...I refuse to post on the internet the intricate details.  Hahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.  I'm happy.  I know, I know, that's ridiculously repetitive and redundant, redundant and repetitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  Jessie allowing me into her house even though I literally rolled out of bed, threw on jeans and a bra, and pulled my hair back.  Thanks Devro, for letting me steal her.  And for the input.  :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.  John is very patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.  &lt;em&gt;The Blindside&lt;/em&gt;.  What an AMAZING movie!  WOW it was SOOO good!  And, by the way, Sandra Bullock's accent is 100% contagious.  ...For me at least; I don't know many other people who catch accents the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.  All the people who make me laugh all of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.  School on Monday.  I can't wait to get back to class and see my teachers and my friends and have something to do everyday.  This is making me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.  I saw Brother Flora at WalMart today with his family and he said, "Ciao, Lauren!" and then looked really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4455098288760067996?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4455098288760067996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4455098288760067996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4455098288760067996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4455098288760067996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-thanksgiving-post.html' title='A Post-Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1287605101730527405</id><published>2009-11-20T19:48:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:12:07.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams as of Yet Unfulfilled.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I graduate in one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm excited. And terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep getting emails from the school - Grad Night is on the 1st with President and Sister Clark, and then Grad Fest (where you pick up your cap and gown and can have your picture taken and order announcements) is the next week and then the week after that is finals and ...GRADUATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm excited because this is kind of a huge mile stone. I'm terrified because this is scary. hahaha. I have &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt; idea what the heck is going to happen. I've been looking for jobs in Arizona or jobs that I can "do from anywhere" because they're done through e-mail and phone communication. I've found one to do from anywhere, which is good because I can do that and save money and when I have the funds, be able to move to AZ. (AMI!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406404322213123682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SwdoFjGmVmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hmdq7ZN8xmM/s320/fam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I love all of my family. I have the best brothers and an amazing sister. The in-laws are amazing - love each one. My parents are so supportive and full of wisdom. And I'm lucky enough to live with all of my surviving grandparents. I can call any one of them any time for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. KP telling me about her wedding dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Elliot. He's one of my favorite people and I'm super sad I have to leave college and all of my friends up here - like Elliot and Quincy and all of the roomies that I love. I feel like I didn't get enough time with Elliot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. My PR teacher actually said the word "WOOT!" on my final exam. I had to stifle my giggle in the testing center because I'm pretty sure that any show of cheer or happiness in the testing center results in an automatic fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1287605101730527405?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1287605101730527405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1287605101730527405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1287605101730527405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1287605101730527405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SwdoFjGmVmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hmdq7ZN8xmM/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-3536836333132208286</id><published>2009-11-08T14:43:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:02:15.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Hawker&apos;s English 495 Class'/><title type='text'>Book Fest Round 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had the second book fest this past week (Monday and Wednesay) and I had to present on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read Ann Radcliffe's &lt;em&gt;The Romance of the Forest&lt;/em&gt; from 1791. It's considered the greatest of all gothic novels and the jewel of Radcliffe's career. "Gothic" doesn't mean the same thing in literature as it does to us today. A gothic novel is anything that has to deal with something supernatural - for example, Bram Stoker's &lt;em&gt;Dracula&lt;/em&gt; is a gothic novel. As is Stephenie Meyer's &lt;em&gt;Twilight Saga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVED this book. It's outlandishly ridiculous but it's amazing. It's Victorian, but with ghosts and murder and kidnapping and sword fights. As I was explaining it during my presentation, one of the girls in my class said, "So kind of like &lt;em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt;?" And that seemed about right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I redesigned my book cover yet again so I could play on InDesign some more. (Still love it, just in case you were wondering.) So here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdMxzfP7QI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FO_VFLQNH3s/s1600-h/101_1855.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401870696572775682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdMxzfP7QI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FO_VFLQNH3s/s320/101_1855.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oooooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401870936997014466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdM_zI2q8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/p_P976l7_Mc/s320/101_1856.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdMZxfX1dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_SPNhNE5U0Y/s1600-h/101_1853.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401870283719562706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdMZxfX1dI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_SPNhNE5U0Y/s320/101_1853.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaahhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401871487638594994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdNf2cCZbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7FYjLl-XUK4/s320/101_1854.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For my presentation (since the last one wasn't such a hit, apparently) I decided to play a little game again, but this time I had typed up little scenarios from the book involving all of the characters several times over. For example, I had: "The man you love - who has just saved you yet again from the evil Marquis - has been hit on the head and is bleeding profusely. You don't think the doctor is capable, what do you do?" And then the person reading would explain what they would do and why, and I'd explain what the characters did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this round went over a lot better than the last round because Sister Hawker complimented me several times and was using my presentation and book cover as good examples in class on Friday as we discussed Book Fest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're looking for something interesting to read - pick it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me toady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Alli. Thank you so much, love, for Friday. You're the bestest ever. For reals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Elliot started a conversation with me about killing John on Saturday. If only he knew... Bwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I designed a website for Sister Soper over the weekend and we'll see on Monday morning if my design gets chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Laundry Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I've seen &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt; 4 times in theatres. I've only paid twice. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I got an invitation to a certain someone's bridal shower. ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-3536836333132208286?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3536836333132208286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=3536836333132208286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3536836333132208286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/3536836333132208286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-fest-round-2.html' title='Book Fest Round 2!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SvdMxzfP7QI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FO_VFLQNH3s/s72-c/101_1855.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-6902793142499752951</id><published>2009-11-02T20:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:27:03.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams as of Yet Unfulfilled.'/><title type='text'>So Excited For This:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Su-wpHV3LQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WE_uaDR9nJo/s1600-h/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399728698632383746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Su-wpHV3LQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WE_uaDR9nJo/s320/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney's, &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Frog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought the Diamond Edition of &lt;em&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;/em&gt; and it has a few special features that are pretty cool on it. For example, the first preview I've seen outside of theaters for &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/em&gt; and a really fun behind the scenes sneek peek at &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Frog! &lt;/em&gt;So tonight, as I was doing my powerpoint for the next Book Fest (which is on Wednesday, so expect another post soon) I put in &lt;em&gt;Snow White&lt;/em&gt; with my roommate Alex. The behind the scenes look had the first 6 minutes of &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks SO good! I'm super excited for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Goth Pod. :o) Shut up, all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. My roommates have really nice boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I got to chit chat with Alli today which was fun cause I needed girl talk. :o) Please see #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I got ANOTHER letter from Shauna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Since Thanksgiving is looking kind of ...slow... I've made a resolution to do my last Book Fest over that week and see what other huge projects I can get a jump on, like the second job portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;The Romance of the Forest&lt;/em&gt;, by Ann Radcliffe. I liked it despite how ridiculous it was. Ask Leslie, I was screaming at the book, but couldn't stop reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-6902793142499752951?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6902793142499752951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=6902793142499752951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6902793142499752951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6902793142499752951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-excited-for-this.html' title='So Excited For This:'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Su-wpHV3LQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WE_uaDR9nJo/s72-c/the-princess-and-the-frog_290_movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-6042774041969920043</id><published>2009-10-30T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:00:05.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>The Room Fraught with Peril</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is what Leslie and I live in - the Room Fraught with Peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's quite ridiculous, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the biggest danger is the desk. I call it the demon desk. It's positioned against the wall between the head of my bed and the head of Leslie's. The thing is, something isn't right. There is about a 6 inch gap between the head of Leslie's bed and the edge of the demon desk and there is absolutely NO gap between the demon desk and the head of my bed. I actually think there is about a 1/4" overhang of the demon desk onto my bed. So whenever I move in my sleep, I hit something - usually my hands. Consequently, my hands are always bruised. And I keep bumping my legs on the corner of the demon desk and getting rather large bruises, like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398181160001476898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SuoxKgsYGSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IONMxfKwW9k/s320/bruised.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, the door doesn't open all of the way because there isn't enough space between the door jamb and the foot of Leslie's bed. Our beds are really crappy captain's beds and the drawer under the heads of our beds is, of course, buried under the demon desk. Naturally, we don't keep anything in those drawers because it's just too dangerous to crawl under the demon desk to access it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, there is a shelf that goes along our wall from the corner of the head of Leslie's bed and wraps around behind our demon desk to my head, along my bed and all the way to the corner by the closet (again, I get the worst of it because it goes along the length of my bed) and Leslie is constantly hitting her head on the ledge of the shelf while I'm always hitting my knees as I roll over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The window is really hard to open (especially because you have lean OVER the demon desk to reach it) and I've broken 7 finger nails on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, one day, Leslie got deathly ill. I took care of her the best I could. She didn't have swine flu, but a virus that was acting ridiculously swine flu-like. She had a fever, ear infection, she was throwing up, had a horrible hacking cough, and a stuffy nose (among other ...less pleasant ailments). Our room became the quarantine/sick bay. So naturally, I got whatever virus Leslie had, just it wasn't as severe. I only had a REALLY high fever (it got as high as 102.1), a hacking cough and stuffy nose that lasted for about 5 days (I still have a cough though, and it's been like 2 weeks) whereas Leslie was in bed for 10 days and still has a cough as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are hardwood floors in the vanity and living room, and of course, right outside our bedroom doors. Well, the spot in front of our bedroom door is REALLY slippery for some reason and Leslie and I are constantly sliding around on it and I just know that one day we're going to hit the floor HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said, our room is a death trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Leslie's mom drove up from Brigham City to take care of her and got here the day I got my fever - it was really good timing because I didn't feel well enough to take care of her anymore. (Not that I was doing a whole lot, but really, that fever kicked my butt and knocked me out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. John. He's freaking ridiculous. I hate him. He's such a boy. He flirts with me, then ignores me, and now he's back to flirting with me. So much so that our English teachers have both commented on us needing to "knock it off or get dropped."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I love Shauna's missionary blog. Thanks Jayne for updating all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I got really good feedback from my class mates about my online job portfolio. That's right, I have an online job portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I love, love, love Victorian literature, and I've just picked up what is regarded as the best, and first true, Gothic Novel. I'm a huge fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-6042774041969920043?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6042774041969920043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=6042774041969920043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6042774041969920043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/6042774041969920043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/10/room-fraught-with-peril.html' title='The Room Fraught with Peril'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SuoxKgsYGSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IONMxfKwW9k/s72-c/bruised.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-8802024929874685035</id><published>2009-10-29T15:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:38:07.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a lot of really fond memories from my childhood, and this is definitely one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398160790809731234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Suoeo3in4KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Canc_1LMh1k/s320/drdolittle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The original "Dr. Dolittle" starring Rex Harrison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I spend the day doing homework and working my butt off. I sat down to eat lunch today and turned on the tv. I was flipping through channels looking for something to provide noise while I cooked and that's when I saw that "Dr. Dolittle" was on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did my homework in front of the tv so I could watch. I can't remember the last time I saw this movie. I love it! And I totally have a crush on Matthew Mugg (real name - Anthony Newley). He's Irish, and I'm pretty sure that has a lot to do with it. And he sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SuoeVcYntkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m5hhV9NDY4E/s1600-h/matthew+mugg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398160457102505538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SuoeVcYntkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m5hhV9NDY4E/s320/matthew+mugg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Excedrine. I hate that medicine only treats symptoms and doesn't cure whatever causes headaches, but I'm grateful for it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I got to hang out with Jereme for a little bit yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. It's 5:00 pm and I haven't made my bed yet. That NEVER happens. Even when I was sick and could barely move, I made my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Thank you, Alli, for saying that "my guy" wasn't hit by a truck, just married the wrong girl. It feels like that more and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Alex and Brittney have the nicest boyfriends in town. They're great guys and I'm glad they spend a lot of time here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-8802024929874685035?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8802024929874685035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=8802024929874685035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8802024929874685035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/8802024929874685035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/10/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Suoeo3in4KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Canc_1LMh1k/s72-c/drdolittle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-4727077314263147072</id><published>2009-10-19T19:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:02:25.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Missionary Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/St0mMRVj1gI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TfXSil8m9HY/s1600-h/n584411470_920594_4256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509920913839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/St0mMRVj1gI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TfXSil8m9HY/s320/n584411470_920594_4256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shauna wrote me a letter a little bit ago and sent to California because I didn't have my address here in Rexburg when she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It arrived today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so funny how her handwriting totally made me nostalgic. I almost started to cry when I saw it. (I've been running a fever of around 100 degrees for the last about 3 days, so that's what I blame it on...) I haven't gotten a hand written letter from a missionary prob since Eric was out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The letter was 100% Shauna. And it made my day. I could totally hear her when I read it - it was almost like when we used to talk on the phone when she was in NYC and I was in Seattle. hahaha. I've missed her cute little voice. And the growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, the growl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some funny(direct) quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh my gosh - must write Lauren ASAP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you have any MC's - who are single? HaHa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, can you believe I've been on my mission for over a month? 1/18 of my way through."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She asked if I was going to AZ for KP's wedding and then said, "You could always stay at my house! Just call Jayne. Seriously. Call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh, I miss her. And a lot of other awesome people, but today - mostly Shauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thermometers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tylenol cold multi-symptom severe. It's AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom pushing me to go after Goth Pod. It's funny. And scary cause I'm starting to listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inappropriate prank texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;USPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 boys, in various relationship statuses, all talking at once on the phone to see why I wasn't in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I can totally call Shauna's family to stay with them if I need to be in AZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Job hook ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't put gas in my car since September 15th and I still have a little over a quarter of a tank left.  I love my little car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-4727077314263147072?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4727077314263147072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=4727077314263147072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4727077314263147072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/4727077314263147072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/10/missionary-mail.html' title='Missionary Mail!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/St0mMRVj1gI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TfXSil8m9HY/s72-c/n584411470_920594_4256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5297746107376671837</id><published>2009-10-12T23:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:56:52.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Bryce's birthday today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391974624033516866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/StQkWkdwLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KI9QYfU5fPY/s400/resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryce, you're my favorite person EVER. Hands down. (...thus far. Hahaha.) You crack me up, and you keep me fat with your brownies. You were my very first real date ever, the only boy that ever made me even think about going to a high school dance, my first husband, my very first unsupervised road trip, threw me my first surprise party, and took me to my first club in Hollywood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was going to try to think of my favorite thing we ever did together, but couldn't pin it down to just one thing, so here' s a quick list (instead of a things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today list):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Ruby's one night and you spilled pumpkin shake all over your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Car dancing. Every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Setting the goldfish for Ashley's wedding free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then meeting those really random guys who invited us to a party because they liked our car dancing as we were driving back to my house at like 1 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My red lint hat. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Making halloween costumes together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiding in the girl's bathroom all those years ago from Tim the Chainsaw Murderer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You got ABBA stuck in my head for like a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the cancer jokes. I tell them up here sometimes and no one appreciates them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretty sure you wrote every poem I had to turn in for Mrs. McCauley's class my senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Car Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being willing to help me out when my cleptomania flares up. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The intense games of spoons we used to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember how we used to be able to have conversations without really using words? It came in handy at Disneyland at least once that I remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically you're a stud despite being terminally ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you lots, friend. I hope your recovery is going well and that you're causing trouble.&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/9045150599845400292-5297746107376671837?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5297746107376671837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5297746107376671837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5297746107376671837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5297746107376671837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-bryce.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYCE!'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/StQkWkdwLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KI9QYfU5fPY/s72-c/resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-2062149340208042068</id><published>2009-10-05T15:11:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:33:32.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Hawker&apos;s English 495 Class'/><title type='text'>Book Fest part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A while back, I told you all about Sister Hawker's Book Fest that I have to do three times this semester - it was a big project...&lt;/span&gt; &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;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, today was the first day and that means I'm done with this round and don't have to do this again until November! :o) YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew right away that I wanted to re-design my book cover for my visual, because I had no idea what the picture on the cover of my copy was until I finished the book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspxdY4s2VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uc4qY4tUX0Q/s1600-h/101_1848.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389244653812635986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspxdY4s2VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uc4qY4tUX0Q/s320/101_1848.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sspxn9unwJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/c1gZlwLRlpU/s1600-h/101_1849.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389244835501162642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/Sspxn9unwJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/c1gZlwLRlpU/s320/101_1849.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389244956467476834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspxvAXPOWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mRD8HG8io9g/s320/101_1850.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspyH6LSqAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/UoJUmbvXVLU/s1600-h/101_1844.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389245384303486978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspyH6LSqAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/UoJUmbvXVLU/s320/101_1844.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspyPdo7h3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/iU4qCR8HXB8/s1600-h/101_1845.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389245514082125682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspyPdo7h3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/iU4qCR8HXB8/s320/101_1845.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389245922712322530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspynP59geI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YnW1GIxeXWs/s320/101_1847.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used InDesign CS4 to redesign it and it turned out so good that my teacher came to my presentation table, interrupted my presentation with an unpleasant glare, and said, "Where's your visual, Sister Conley?" I explained that she was holding it. HAHAHA. Poor Sister Hawker, she felt bad, but I'm hoping that means I'll get a good grade on at least that portion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I just gush real quick about how much I love InDesign? Seriously - I want to be an editor for a publishing company so I can do this. I love editing (my new slogan is: Lauren Conley - bettering the world one typo at a time), but design is so much fun, too! It took me a little over an hour to put together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the other parts of the presentation I turned my reading guide into a tri-fold brochure, which seemed to go over pretty well. And for my actual presentation portion, I created a game of memory with all of the character's names. If the people at my booth found a match, I told them all about that particular character, and answered any questions they had. Sister Hawker gave me a run for my money, but luckily I BS &lt;strong&gt;EXTRAORDINARLY&lt;/strong&gt; well for a Mormon. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. InDesign. I want it, I want it, I want it! But it's SO expensive! ...maybe one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Goth Pod. Really - he makes my day every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I wish he was mine. And yes, I know that's coveting and I'm going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. My funny quotes note on FB. I laugh every time I re-read it. Even though I already know what's on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I think I spent a grand total of &lt;em&gt;MAYBE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4 hours&lt;/strong&gt; preparing for book fest. That's including creating a powerpoint, new book cover, reading guide and planning my presentation. And I feel pretty good about it so far. I got a lot of compliments, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I'm the chief designer for my OTHER English class, and that means more InDesign time for me! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. My new favorite Christmas song: "Fairytale of New York" by the Pogues. Seriously - the Pogues do it best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-2062149340208042068?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2062149340208042068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=2062149340208042068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2062149340208042068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/2062149340208042068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-fest-part-1.html' title='Book Fest part 1'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SspxdY4s2VI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uc4qY4tUX0Q/s72-c/101_1848.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-236426877433287625</id><published>2009-09-20T06:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:39:46.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fulfilled Dreams'/><title type='text'>Lois Lowry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SrVguMWqgkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BP-llw9CjQQ/s1600-h/101_1842.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383315276297830978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SrVguMWqgkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BP-llw9CjQQ/s320/101_1842.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gods must have been smiling upon BYU-Idaho this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every semester, we have a someone who has made their career through the English language come and speak to us. Usually, they're unheard of essayists and they suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this semester! We got Lois Lowry!!! For those of who you who are staring the screen going, "W&lt;em&gt;ho??"&lt;/em&gt; She wrote &lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Gossamer, Gathering Blue, A Summer to Die, The Willoughby's&lt;/em&gt;, and quite a few others. She's amazing and &lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt; is one of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night she spoke in the Hinckley chapel from 7-8:30-ish. She spoke about EVERYTHING! She talked a lot about the inspiration for her books (helpful, to me), how the middle of a book is the hardest to write (encouraging, to me), her family, converting her books into plays, her friends, and pretty much everything you could think about. She read from a few of her books, and her memoir. She's very funny and incredibly touching. This is one amazing woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her talk, she stayed to sign books. Unfortunately, my copy of &lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt; is buried under the stairs in California. So I took my journal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;br /&gt;1. This is the second author I've met who has signed something for me. I'm going to keep trying for more!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lois Lowry is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to read &lt;em&gt;The Willoughby's&lt;/em&gt;. It sounds &lt;strong&gt;hilarious!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I see Stewart everywhere and he never acknowledges he knows who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-236426877433287625?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/236426877433287625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=236426877433287625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/236426877433287625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/236426877433287625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/lois-lowry.html' title='Lois Lowry'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SrVguMWqgkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BP-llw9CjQQ/s72-c/101_1842.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-1576731902292279915</id><published>2009-09-19T15:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:40:50.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>My Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsea and Nicole came over to the house the night I was packing up to say goodbye and to help me load up my car - which they've gotten quite good at, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, somehow Jake ended up with one of my old bears. (I didn't even know I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; him still, but apparently somewhere in the house I have all kinds of stuff!) The first thing Jake does with a stuffed animal is chew off it's eyes. (He must not like to be stared at as he's dismembering innocent little bears...) Then he'll go for the nose, and finally he'll pick one limb that he focuses the majority of his attention on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can see all of this in my poor little bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice, he has no face. He's missing his leg. He has no stuffing, and most importantly, Chelsea's hand is up his butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383311967421555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SrVdtl1FYnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kHU4t2soCTE/s320/101_1840.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I finished all of my homework for the weekend in about an hour. And I'm taking 12 credits. WOO HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Nicole Norton laughs at pretty much everything I say. It's nice to know someone appreciates the humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Lyrics that speak to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Good quotes from good books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-1576731902292279915?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1576731902292279915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=1576731902292279915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1576731902292279915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/1576731902292279915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-bear.html' title='My Bear'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SrVdtl1FYnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kHU4t2soCTE/s72-c/101_1840.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7714982212855875689</id><published>2009-09-13T06:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:37:48.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>LBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's pronounced "Pounds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryce, Scott and I started a band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379991931711037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmSKFAaoNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6AEVRvydYms/s320/LBS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you, Bryce, for being so bored at work every day and making this album cover for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How did this happen, you may ask? First, Scott had his pinky finger painted (this will make sense later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It all started when Bryce and I went to Disneyland. We had talked all day about how much Bryce loves &lt;em&gt;Mama Mia. &lt;/em&gt;Honestly - the retard got ABBA songs stuck in my head &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; day long. He found out that I hadn't seen it and decided that after our first Beverly Hills excursion we would go back to his place and watch the movie. We only made it half way through before we were all exhausted and had to call it quits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next time we hung out, I painted Scott's second toe a lovely shade of pink, (thank you, Nancy!) for no good reason. We talked about how much we liked ABBA (and by "we" I mean mostly Bryce) and then Bryce got yet another genius idea - to start a band that had an ABBA feel to it. The first step was deciding that since ABBA got their name by using the first initials of each band member's names, was making our own name: LBS (pronounced "Pounds"). From there it was smooth sailing. Scott is a concert pianist, Bryce can sing and sorta play the guitar and I ...don't really know what I'll be doing. HAHAHA. Bryce said I can have a cowbell or tambourine. We're going to wear incredibly outlandish outfits (I love a good assonance) and - please keep in mind, I had NO hand in this part of the decision &lt;em&gt;at all -&lt;/em&gt; we're going to all keep the second toe of our right foot painted. We'll change the color once a week. We're also going to keep our true nationalities a secret by speaking with different accents and having 3 different houses in 3 different countries that we rotate through. THE WORLD WILL NEVER KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379992703035828210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmS2-ak5_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/oz299plO5_U/s320/101_1836.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Bryce and Scott. These boys are amazing and I'm so glad I'm friends with them. They crack me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Scott's car dying. And then he thought I was sweet for giving his car a jump - like I would leave him stranded in Beverly Hills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The boys have &lt;strong&gt;nasty&lt;/strong&gt; toes. Scott has a gross big toe nail - I don't know why - and Bryce's pinky toe on his right foot is webbed and has 2 toenails on it. I swear to you - I've &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Scott looks like Dr. Hodgins on &lt;em&gt;Bones&lt;/em&gt;. No, really...look it up. It's freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Without me, they'd just be BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7714982212855875689?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7714982212855875689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7714982212855875689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7714982212855875689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7714982212855875689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/lbs.html' title='LBS'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmSKFAaoNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6AEVRvydYms/s72-c/LBS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-7736653528835970255</id><published>2009-09-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:00:00.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicole and I started something of a tradition when I was home for the 7 week break. We watch a movie, chit chat, and eat homemade caramel popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379988086141193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmOqPJHjwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZXRxLCGF14s/s320/101_1835.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The most recent movie night was featuring &lt;em&gt;Coraline&lt;/em&gt;. We watched it in 3-D - hence the glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nicole fell asleep for part of it and worst of all - somehow I ruined the caramel corn!! I like &lt;em&gt;chewy&lt;/em&gt; caramel corn and this batch came out &lt;strong&gt;rock hard&lt;/strong&gt;. My teeth still hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best one? &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt; on a Sunday with a particularly delicious serving of caramel corn because I doubled the caramel part of the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Photo op! FUH-KINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Hillary, Britney, Alex, Molina, and Leslie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Apple juice.  YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-7736653528835970255?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7736653528835970255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=7736653528835970255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7736653528835970255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/7736653528835970255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmOqPJHjwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZXRxLCGF14s/s72-c/101_1835.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-5319437919068497213</id><published>2009-09-11T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:00:00.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Beverly Hills Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is a little bit past due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmMSS0lpCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z6BPaYdXaBk/s1600-h/101_1827.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379985475788710946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmMSS0lpCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z6BPaYdXaBk/s320/101_1827.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On August 27th, Bryce held his silent auction in Beverly Hills. Chelsea and I went (THANK YOU Chelsea for going with me - I think I would have died without you...) and had a pretty good time, all in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clubs are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; my thing - at all - but this was for the best cause possible, so I went. Supported by my headband. hahaha. I love that thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bryce &lt;em&gt;schmoozing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmNEX7OFDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9Q-mZOoS6Qs/s1600-h/101_1824.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379986336152163378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmNEX7OFDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9Q-mZOoS6Qs/s320/101_1824.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this giant guy there that looked like he should be playing the Hulk ("excuse me, can I touch your pecks?") and of course, the Chinese lady with the see-through clothing was back...in more see-through clothing and &lt;em&gt;BOOTY SHORTS&lt;/em&gt;! Scott and I played a round of real or fake and I got to meet some of Bryce's friends from the mission. They were super cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379985746297885506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmMiCjAE0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/uvY6E3zL6Bc/s320/scotty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Scott, Chelsea and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The auction went well. Bryce made about $6,000 and that gave him the last little bit he needed to pay off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; full lung surgery! Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. How easily I get along with Scott when really I've known him for like a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Chelsea's totally rocking dance moves. While sitting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Nicole not realizing that Scott and Bryce both have beards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Stud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045150599845400292-5319437919068497213?l=thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5319437919068497213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045150599845400292&amp;postID=5319437919068497213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5319437919068497213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045150599845400292/posts/default/5319437919068497213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenotsoblondeblonde.blogspot.com/2009/09/beverly-hills-part-2.html' title='Beverly Hills Part 2'/><author><name>Lauren MacKenzie Conley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13437287251358008129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/So9kdhSLgqI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mGkpovABk70/S220/101_1812.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmMSS0lpCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z6BPaYdXaBk/s72-c/101_1827.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045150599845400292.post-9138327149957121146</id><published>2009-09-10T16:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:20:27.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Jake the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We like to sit on the floor in my family... Mostly it's my dad and Jereme on the floor, but I picked it up in Seattle and for some reason it's pretty comfortable. The only problem is, the dog. He's a &lt;strong&gt;70 pound &lt;em&gt;lap dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He'll walk right up to you, and then sit on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379981965371515826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmJF9f6I7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/X8ZRdDoGwKc/s320/101_1815.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He also loves to sleep on his back with all 4 legs in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379982204722108162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aqyhf32Lh8I/SqmJT5JiVwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RKw9FW409-c/s320/101_1818.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really, this is the &lt;em&gt;oddest&lt;/em&gt; dog I've ever been around. He's incredibly vocal. I don't mean he barks a lot - he doesn't, actually. He &lt;strong&gt;GROANS&lt;/strong&gt;. And sings - which is SO fun. But really, he groans ALL the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things that induce laughter/smiles/happy feelings in me today
