<?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-7539358866731990709</id><updated>2012-02-03T13:04:19.592-07:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='new clothes'/><category term='walking'/><category term='fatty'/><category term='stress'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='ocd'/><category term='quirks'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='pity'/><category term='tag'/><category term='hate'/><category term='work'/><category term='park'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>life at the nunnery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8580778902467741166</id><published>2010-05-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:40:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about time</title><content type='html'>Friday, where have you been all week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8580778902467741166?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8580778902467741166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8580778902467741166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8580778902467741166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8580778902467741166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/05/about-time.html' title='about time'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-6775356517743853319</id><published>2010-04-08T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:55:33.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops, i'm the asshole</title><content type='html'>Why is it when I try really hard to stay calm, not overreact, and repeat myself (to get someone to remember something), it makes me the jerk? I mean honestly, how hard is it to do something when you have been told about 20 times? And how is it alright to then get super pissed and yell and storm away when you are the person who CAN'T SEEM TO REMEMBER and is being reminded, again? And the person reminding you doesn't sound mad and isn't even raising her voice. Hello? Does this seem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my imaginary world, where people are responsible and respectful and decent to one another, this isn't something that needs to be discussed more than one time. Also, if you have to be reminded of something again, isn't the right thing to just go do or un-do what you forgot? Doesn't that just make sense? Apparently, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate when people take their crap out on me. Be responsible. Take accountability. Pay attention to what you do. Remember that your actions impact others; even if in some small way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to be a hermit. I just can't believe that my expectations are so unreasonably high. Really? Really? I also really hate that whenever shit like this happens I feel like something is wrong with me. Like I am being ridiculous or crazy and expecting things that people just shouldn't be expected to do. And then I think, well why do I do it? Why do I make a point that when I get up at 4AM I am quiet and don't let my dogs bark and don't slam doors and don't make unnecessary noises. What's the point if others don't do the same? Why should I be the one who cares? And then I wish I could be the person who NEVER, EVER thinks about this problem; who doesn't realize this is even a problem or issue or something to consider. I wish I had a full frontal lobotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I should be going to bed right now as it is nearly 9pm and I need to get up shortly after 4am. Can I do that? Oh no. I am too revved up. Also, I really need to eat something as my stomach has been upset all day and everything I ate went immediately into the toilet courtesy of my bowels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say anything, I already know. Your welcome for the overshare about my digestive abilities. Don't be jellis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-6775356517743853319?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/6775356517743853319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=6775356517743853319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6775356517743853319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6775356517743853319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/04/oops-im-asshole.html' title='oops, i&apos;m the asshole'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-4156153429919353707</id><published>2010-03-20T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:12:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, lady!</title><content type='html'>My sister is the best. More to follow later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-4156153429919353707?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/4156153429919353707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=4156153429919353707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4156153429919353707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4156153429919353707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-lady.html' title='thanks, lady!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-356208881883613963</id><published>2010-03-18T16:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:53:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new job</title><content type='html'>A week ago Monday I started a new job as a bill collector. The company is very ethical and legal and really work to take care of their employees so that is really cool. The one thing it has solidified for me is that Americans are irresponsible and selfish. Just because you can't afford your bills doesn't mean they just go away. Here are a few things to remember: pay your bills, don't blame the bill collector that you have a bill, be honest, work with people who are creating an opportunity for you to pay your bills and avoid legal troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, getting up at 4:20 AM sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-356208881883613963?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/356208881883613963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=356208881883613963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/356208881883613963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/356208881883613963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-job.html' title='new job'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1416699769263865016</id><published>2010-02-05T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:59:32.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>political spectrum quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Political Views&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am a left social libertarian&lt;br&gt;Left: 4.03, Libertarian: 5.48&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gotoquiz.com/politics/grid/12x31.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/politics/political-spectrum-quiz.html"&gt;Political Spectrum Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1416699769263865016?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1416699769263865016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1416699769263865016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1416699769263865016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1416699769263865016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/02/political-spectrum-quiz.html' title='political spectrum quiz'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5861721569489622564</id><published>2010-02-01T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:45:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sewing projects</title><content type='html'>I have decided that February is the month for finishing projects. Today I started and finished a sewing project. I can't say what it is because it's a gift for someone who might read it here. After I give this gift, I'll be sure to post a picture and a link to the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to make an apron (for myself), make some curtains for my bedroom, finish some table runners and maybe make a few dog tag silencers for my dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5861721569489622564?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5861721569489622564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5861721569489622564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5861721569489622564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5861721569489622564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/02/sewing-projects.html' title='sewing projects'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1244196282982261259</id><published>2010-01-30T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:12:18.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a winner</title><content type='html'>On Friday I went to Sephora for a free facial with &lt;a href="http://www.philosophy.com/web/store/shop_10001_-1_10001?cm_mmc=Google-_-Nat_Brand-_-Philosophy%20Brand-_-[philosophy]"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/a&gt; products. I really thought I would not like it and the products would be blah or cause me to have an allergic reaction but no. It was actually amazing. I am completely in love with Philosophy skin care products and especially love the miracle worker moisturizer, miracle worker anti-aging rentinoid pads and the oxygen peel. My face felt so soft and bright and moisturized that I wished for money so I could buy all the products. (It didn't work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this all day facial extravaganza Sephora was giving away a free tote bag with products from Philosophy to one lucky lady (or guy, I didn't see any there but maybe there was a guy there to get a free facial; I wasn't there all day). At 8:00PM on Friday, I got a call from the store that I won the drawing. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this really cute black messenger style bag with Philosophy written on the front and several items. I took a picture so you can see, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UQ1Q--BTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QOkAODJaiWw/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UQ1Q--BTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QOkAODJaiWw/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432767032770561330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1244196282982261259?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1244196282982261259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1244196282982261259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1244196282982261259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1244196282982261259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-winner.html' title='i&apos;m a winner'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UQ1Q--BTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QOkAODJaiWw/s72-c/IMG_2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8674733720410506784</id><published>2010-01-30T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:57:08.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tandi's haircut</title><content type='html'>Here are the promised pictures I should have posted about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UNesu5jaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AhS8_09DOFg/s1600-h/IMG_2206.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/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UNesu5jaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AhS8_09DOFg/s320/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432763346547477922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UNdyHF4RI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6eE4Vg8GTTw/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UNdyHF4RI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6eE4Vg8GTTw/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432763330811257106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8674733720410506784?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8674733720410506784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8674733720410506784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8674733720410506784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8674733720410506784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2010/01/tandis-haircut.html' title='tandi&apos;s haircut'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/S2UNesu5jaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AhS8_09DOFg/s72-c/IMG_2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-599075724887884914</id><published>2009-12-30T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:13:03.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>groomer</title><content type='html'>Today I had Tandi professionally groomed by a &lt;a href="http://yourlocal.aussiepetmobile.com/Gold-Canyon"&gt;mobile groomer&lt;/a&gt; and she did an amazing job. Tandi probably hasn't been professionally groomed in 6 months and looked like a mess but now she looks like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mobile grooming van showed up in front of the house, the groomer came to the door, collected Tandi and an hour later walked back up to the door with my perfectly groomed dog. Tandi probably had an extra seven inches of fur on her sides and belly and way too much fur in her ears and I am shocked at how perfectly and quickly the groomer completed the job. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures tomorrow; poor thing just wants to lay down and rest after the ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-599075724887884914?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/599075724887884914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=599075724887884914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/599075724887884914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/599075724887884914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/12/groomer.html' title='groomer'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-4430307477048765061</id><published>2009-11-17T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:02:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new plants</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of the new plants we got last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_Qy2ab3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Iz7mQgWoBhU/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_Qy2ab3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Iz7mQgWoBhU/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303904279359346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RIEFaMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6HjOtQL9eQA/s1600/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RIEFaMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6HjOtQL9eQA/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303909973846210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side of the house in the backyard (Fruit Trees):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RciLG1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/LQpx-DO0BEU/s1600/IMG_1731.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/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RciLG1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/LQpx-DO0BEU/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303915468757842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front yard pygmy palm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RhxfeqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jHglWnwmHlM/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_RhxfeqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jHglWnwmHlM/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405303916875184802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-4430307477048765061?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/4430307477048765061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=4430307477048765061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4430307477048765061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4430307477048765061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-plants.html' title='new plants'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwN_Qy2ab3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Iz7mQgWoBhU/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5537762179206176591</id><published>2009-11-15T12:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:06:34.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>treysen's first birthday</title><content type='html'>This year Baby T-Pants gets two first birthday parties. The family party in AZ was a great success and everyone had fun. Here are some pics of T-Pants and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Raiders slippers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBdsYE1swI/AAAAAAAAANI/tTuzZ6U9Axc/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBdsYE1swI/AAAAAAAAANI/tTuzZ6U9Axc/s200/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404422569802969858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble (on my shoulders):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBd5JojtaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/810bppb32Gk/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBd5JojtaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/810bppb32Gk/s200/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404422789264553378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby T eating cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBeYVEYtGI/AAAAAAAAANg/nzGN2Qcnm-8/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBeYVEYtGI/AAAAAAAAANg/nzGN2Qcnm-8/s200/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404423324910007394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clean-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBeYo0BKiI/AAAAAAAAANo/moEniM39uqU/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBeYo0BKiI/AAAAAAAAANo/moEniM39uqU/s200/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404423330210064930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5537762179206176591?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5537762179206176591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5537762179206176591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5537762179206176591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5537762179206176591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/treysens-first-birthday.html' title='treysen&apos;s first birthday'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SwBdsYE1swI/AAAAAAAAANI/tTuzZ6U9Axc/s72-c/IMG_1761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8698438075547263717</id><published>2009-11-12T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:06:09.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fan page?</title><content type='html'>Umm, I guess I have a fan page on Facebook. Basically this is the highlight of my life so I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Misty-is-awesome/174103007332?ref=nf#/pages/Misty-is-awesome/174103007332?v=wall&amp;ref=nf"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8698438075547263717?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8698438075547263717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8698438075547263717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8698438075547263717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8698438075547263717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/fan-page.html' title='fan page?'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-3649291171585585386</id><published>2009-11-12T13:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:57:47.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's list</title><content type='html'>I have done this many times before but I am bored out of my mind waiting for my car to be fixed and this is at least something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted is a list of things I have done in my life. What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to get out more. (Except I hate to travel, so most of these won't be done by me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-3649291171585585386?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/3649291171585585386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=3649291171585585386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3649291171585585386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3649291171585585386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-list.html' title='life&apos;s list'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1299511951999369053</id><published>2009-11-06T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:50:57.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am totally excited for Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1299511951999369053?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1299511951999369053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1299511951999369053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1299511951999369053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1299511951999369053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8208576797496513095</id><published>2009-11-03T22:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:30:24.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>This year I made bee costumes for the dogs and we entered the local canine costume contest and we won 3rd place for cutest. I promised some pictures days ago and I am finally posting them. There is a software program I used called smilebox and since they have so many awesome scrapbook images I went ahead and made a full Halloween 2009 scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQGyqu6oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/221Pnf3pj0I/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQGyqu6oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/221Pnf3pj0I/s200/halloween+2009+page+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115137060203138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHB_5yhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HbqQBrRgus8/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHB_5yhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HbqQBrRgus8/s200/halloween+2009+page+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115141175527954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHTe71rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DjqF9C2T1q4/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHTe71rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DjqF9C2T1q4/s200/halloween+2009+page+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115145869088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHkgqLaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k8iCTUQQDxc/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQHkgqLaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k8iCTUQQDxc/s200/halloween+2009+page+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115150439722402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQH9sX8GI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0D3eKAugG8A/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQH9sX8GI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0D3eKAugG8A/s200/halloween+2009+page+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115157199745122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQUv5atDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BxRfaaoJh4E/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQUv5atDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BxRfaaoJh4E/s200/halloween+2009+page+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115376834655282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQU1KdwTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Mf17sVwBZpA/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQU1KdwTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Mf17sVwBZpA/s200/halloween+2009+page+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115378248335666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQVF6UeLI/AAAAAAAAANA/2INggqwZnl8/s1600-h/halloween+2009+page+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQVF6UeLI/AAAAAAAAANA/2INggqwZnl8/s200/halloween+2009+page+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400115382744021170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8208576797496513095?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8208576797496513095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8208576797496513095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8208576797496513095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8208576797496513095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='halloween 2009'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SvEQGyqu6oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/221Pnf3pj0I/s72-c/halloween+2009+page+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5761860351586770441</id><published>2009-10-27T19:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:51:56.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween party</title><content type='html'>Living near my brother, his wife and kids means this year's Halloween party was tame compared to past years. Everyone came over for dinner and pumpkin carving and cookie decorating. We had mummy hot dogs, spooky french bread pizza, creepy veggie tray and lemony fruit dip with haunted fruit. (Except for the mummy dogs, none of that stuff was actually done Halloween style; I just added that for flair.) I made &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/pumpkin-whoopie-pies?autonomy_kw=pumpkin%20whoopie%20pie"&gt;Pumpkin Whoopie Pies&lt;/a&gt; for dessert and they were maybe the best dessert I have ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the whoopie pies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SueuoPs8IuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IiZ42JHiThI/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SueuoPs8IuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IiZ42JHiThI/s200/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474684859851490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SueuwOdxeII/AAAAAAAAAKI/zKNTxp6PgLc/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SueuwOdxeII/AAAAAAAAAKI/zKNTxp6PgLc/s200/IMG_1600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474821966755970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the pumpkin carving pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevsb4PDvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QQ0LXrxyC04/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevsb4PDvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QQ0LXrxyC04/s200/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475856359558898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuevsAPbQBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4YKRmYQApP8/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuevsAPbQBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4YKRmYQApP8/s200/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475848940634130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevry9A5pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iNIx_eIcKoA/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevry9A5pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/iNIx_eIcKoA/s200/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475845373748882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuevruzkYCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JYPpppzD3vA/s1600-h/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuevruzkYCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JYPpppzD3vA/s200/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475844260388898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevq0vLBMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1fysUydPZWM/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suevq0vLBMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1fysUydPZWM/s200/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475828672693442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pumpkin in the dark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuewKCHIY-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2np5OWP3_zg/s1600-h/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SuewKCHIY-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2np5OWP3_zg/s200/IMG_1630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397476364838790114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few days later LaShon and I made the cookies. We were really tired and it was kind of late so we were pretty silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew5IgT-vI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y7haenewXxY/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew5IgT-vI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y7haenewXxY/s200/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477174008871666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew5SOAXRI/AAAAAAAAALI/E5RMrbmx6G4/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew5SOAXRI/AAAAAAAAALI/E5RMrbmx6G4/s200/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477176616443154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew55cp8QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y-saMQrv0ZA/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew55cp8QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y-saMQrv0ZA/s200/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477187146871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew6R4O_lI/AAAAAAAAALY/dY1RTA2gYwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Suew6R4O_lI/AAAAAAAAALY/dY1RTA2gYwQ/s200/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477193704996434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5761860351586770441?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5761860351586770441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5761860351586770441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5761860351586770441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5761860351586770441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-party.html' title='halloween party'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SueuoPs8IuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IiZ42JHiThI/s72-c/IMG_1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8246301143783616772</id><published>2009-10-13T20:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:18:16.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>Dear Jon Stewart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for watching the news for me; I just can't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8246301143783616772?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8246301143783616772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8246301143783616772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8246301143783616772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8246301143783616772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/10/news.html' title='news'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-4421039982359726349</id><published>2009-10-09T12:24:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:34:30.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new house pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PNMib6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q0WUH7DnA9M/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PNMib6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q0WUH7DnA9M/s200/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684735852505122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PEppcfmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KS6oru5Rjbw/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PEppcfmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KS6oru5Rjbw/s200/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684589047709282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-O9IZ02oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eYJ5ygk8dIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-O9IZ02oI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eYJ5ygk8dIQ/s200/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684459864742530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-O189Ur8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6tqYNXErgx4/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-O189Ur8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6tqYNXErgx4/s200/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684336533319618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-OuLZdAEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RPWKhSZiO8I/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-OuLZdAEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RPWKhSZiO8I/s200/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684202970447938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilt Room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-QBsQXTDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zcjVRv1ieYY/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-QBsQXTDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zcjVRv1ieYY/s200/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390685637719837746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-P6m96DLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h9WCm_HKBMA/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-P6m96DLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h9WCm_HKBMA/s200/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390685516041161906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PzZPnKWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CgXswFahJNE/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PzZPnKWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CgXswFahJNE/s200/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390685392098240866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PX_6icEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FlJk4b98oaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PX_6icEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FlJk4b98oaQ/s200/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390684921442496578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-4421039982359726349?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/4421039982359726349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=4421039982359726349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4421039982359726349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4421039982359726349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-house-pictures.html' title='new house pictures'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Ss-PNMib6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q0WUH7DnA9M/s72-c/IMG_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5342253002234343355</id><published>2009-10-07T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:12:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>Instead of buying costumes this year, I am going to make Halloween costumes for Barkley and Tandi. After extensive searching I found a pattern, with detailed instructions, on how to make a hoodie for a doggie. I am going to make yellow and black striped hoodies so the dogs can be bees. I even bought stuff to make wings. I am totally excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember, I'll post pictures when they are done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5342253002234343355?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5342253002234343355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5342253002234343355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5342253002234343355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5342253002234343355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='halloween costumes'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-4409953393665367025</id><published>2009-09-21T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:47:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving a new cereal</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon the new Fruity Cheerios and am loving them. Imagine, if you will, Fruit Loops a quarter of the size and after eating a bowl none of that waxing build up aftertaste you can't get off your tongue; This is the new Fruity Cheerios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are delicious. Run out to the store and get some right now. Seriously. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Srf_DmsIybI/AAAAAAAAAHY/14m1cCl093A/s1600-h/fruity+cheerios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Srf_DmsIybI/AAAAAAAAAHY/14m1cCl093A/s200/fruity+cheerios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384052316935080370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-4409953393665367025?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/4409953393665367025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=4409953393665367025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4409953393665367025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4409953393665367025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/09/loving-new-cereal.html' title='loving a new cereal'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Srf_DmsIybI/AAAAAAAAAHY/14m1cCl093A/s72-c/fruity+cheerios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-3117291043020763365</id><published>2009-08-16T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:59:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>I saw District 9 today and it was awesome. It was seriously better than I could have anticipated and everyone should see it. As long as it's your kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't wait for Zombieland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-3117291043020763365?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/3117291043020763365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=3117291043020763365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3117291043020763365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3117291043020763365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2245357728457444017</id><published>2009-06-01T22:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:48:01.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great dad gift certificate give away</title><content type='html'>With Father's Day fast approaching, its not surprising that family friend, Jenna, has a gift certificate give away. To enter the contest you have to write the most wonderful thing about your dad on her &lt;a href="http://jennanelsonphotography.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/06/my-wonderful-dad-gift-certificate-giveaway.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted immediately and kept it short and sweet, but honestly, I could write a novel about wonderful things about my dad. I guess technically my dad is my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt; but I hate that statement because he isn't a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt; anything. I knew my dad before he was my dad and I knew him as the old guy who helped my family with simple plumbing jobs too big for my parents to do. Sometime after my parents divorced my mom and he started talking and became fast friends. I guess one thing led to another and they married the summer after I graduated from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not entirely sold on the old guy at first but he was so great to my mom and he was so great with me and my sibs that I couldn't help but like him. After about a year or so I sat down with my now dad and asked his permission to call him dad. I said, even though you weren't always my dad, I would really like to call you Dad. He said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been the best Dad a girl could ask for (which I kind of did). He is always there for me, he looks out for me, he gave me a brand new car (shoot, he gave me my first "used" car, too), he treats me like his kid and he lets me treat him like a regular guy. He tells corny jokes over and over and over again that really aren't funny but they always make me laugh. He teases me about anything and everything and he not only lets me tease him but he likes it, too. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish every day I get to spend with him and am lucky and grateful to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SiS89xHN7xI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OjrXAkLHBL0/s1600-h/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SiS89xHN7xI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OjrXAkLHBL0/s320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602827309903634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2245357728457444017?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2245357728457444017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2245357728457444017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2245357728457444017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2245357728457444017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-dad-gift-certificate-give-away.html' title='great dad gift certificate give away'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SiS89xHN7xI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OjrXAkLHBL0/s72-c/IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1207292497283518570</id><published>2009-04-13T19:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:37:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Lashon and I made dinner for our parents and then we dyed Easter Eggs. My fingers are still stained from the dye. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our awesome eggs: (Aren't we amazing artists?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2bRG1D0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rUUcE2yw-Wo/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2bRG1D0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rUUcE2yw-Wo/s200/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324370132791004994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2TNy6JvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TdNrVd5V_l4/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2TNy6JvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TdNrVd5V_l4/s200/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369994463192818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2S_snbxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/z5xc-Q7ZOCI/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2S_snbxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/z5xc-Q7ZOCI/s200/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369990678703890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2SriCeuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jek65udKhJI/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2SriCeuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jek65udKhJI/s200/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369985265629922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2SNL1D9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UrQ3mg4RBP4/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2SNL1D9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UrQ3mg4RBP4/s200/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369977119412178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2REhvs8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Cm683Grtsw/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2REhvs8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Cm683Grtsw/s200/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369957615547330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1207292497283518570?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1207292497283518570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1207292497283518570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1207292497283518570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1207292497283518570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP2bRG1D0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rUUcE2yw-Wo/s72-c/IMG_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2171858128378039291</id><published>2009-04-13T19:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:31:24.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, ha!</title><content type='html'>For the last 2 months I have continually stuck my tongue out at Treysen in hopes he will one day mimic me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the proof that persistence pays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP02uAijxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C3Lnyt9QI8U/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP02uAijxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C3Lnyt9QI8U/s200/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324368405382467346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see? It worked on LaShon, too. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2171858128378039291?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2171858128378039291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2171858128378039291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2171858128378039291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2171858128378039291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-ha.html' title='Ha, ha!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SeP02uAijxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C3Lnyt9QI8U/s72-c/IMG_0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1487033478254802098</id><published>2009-02-24T21:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:30:44.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Barkley and I both had haircuts today. We look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our befores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTWWpvVtTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1S1AvdjFnnc/s1600-h/misty+before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTWWpvVtTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1S1AvdjFnnc/s200/misty+before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306601945599161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTWWSFplgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5aKZNM-3hE/s1600-h/Barkley+before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTWWSFplgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5aKZNM-3hE/s200/Barkley+before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306601939250288130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our afters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXB2PVhuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lFSMdYY4YSc/s1600-h/new+haircut+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXB2PVhuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lFSMdYY4YSc/s200/new+haircut+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306602687688967906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXBgF-X7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/U0dEpfCm5Pw/s1600-h/Barkley+After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXBgF-X7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/U0dEpfCm5Pw/s200/Barkley+After.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306602681744121778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we adorable? If you don't think so, have a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXZLQa87I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gNHSiWV9TTI/s1600-h/Me+and+Barks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTXZLQa87I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gNHSiWV9TTI/s200/Me+and+Barks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306603088467653554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1487033478254802098?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1487033478254802098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1487033478254802098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1487033478254802098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1487033478254802098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/02/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SaTWWpvVtTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1S1AvdjFnnc/s72-c/misty+before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-6714419012561889045</id><published>2009-02-02T22:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:43:52.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby</title><content type='html'>Saturday I went to Petsmart to look at the little dog babies up for adoption and I fell in love. She is a mini-schnauzer and is just adorable. She is somewhere between 2 and 3 years old and is black/silver with a docked tail and her ears are altered to be pointed and stand up. She is extremely quiet and calm and really, really sweet. She is also completely in love with Aaliyah. She has been at two shelters for the last 4-6 months of her life so she is not used to living with a family and is really shy. I changed her name slightly because the name the shelter gave her is kind of not cool; I chose Thandi (pronounced Tan-dee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots of the new angel face with baby dog. Aren't they cute as hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SYfYoPZY7lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uaALblYBzV8/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SYfYoPZY7lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uaALblYBzV8/s200/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298441672464068178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SYfZccJC_DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kjPshI45PmA/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SYfZccJC_DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kjPshI45PmA/s200/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298442569238379570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-6714419012561889045?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/6714419012561889045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=6714419012561889045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6714419012561889045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6714419012561889045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-baby.html' title='new baby'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SYfYoPZY7lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uaALblYBzV8/s72-c/IMG_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5017740805205680370</id><published>2009-01-29T22:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:14:08.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give meat loaf a second chance</title><content type='html'>As a young child there was almost nothing I hated more than meat loaf, the smell of meat loaf, the thought of meat loaf, the look of meat loaf, the idea...well you get the point. Each time my mom said we were having meat loaf for dinner I would groan loudly and silently wish the oven would explode before it was done baking. I'm sure my mom hated meat loaf night as much as I, due to my extreme dramatic reaction to that dinner selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mom, I decided to try meat loaf again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 12 magazine subscriptions (thanks e-rewards!) and one of them is Real Simple. In their November issue there is a &lt;a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&amp;recipe_id=1873075"&gt;ground turkey meat loaf recipe&lt;/a&gt; that looked interesting. Over the weekend I found the recipe on my favorite recipe site &lt;a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipes"&gt;myrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt; and decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meat loaf is not your mom's meat loaf. It starts with 4 cups of chopped fresh spinach and 1 cup chopped fresh parsley. It was absolutely delicious. Seriously. I also followed the mashed potato recipe (I substituted Yukon gold for the red potatoes). I highly recommend switching to buttermilk for all mashed potato dishes. I made two more changes to the potatoes: 4 slices of chopped center-cut bacon and half a cup of shredded sharp cheddar cheese. I figure this replaces any need for gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meal was absolutely amazing and I will make it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5017740805205680370?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5017740805205680370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5017740805205680370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5017740805205680370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5017740805205680370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-meat-loaf-second-chance.html' title='give meat loaf a second chance'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2259968994108226769</id><published>2009-01-28T21:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:46:06.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking</title><content type='html'>So LaShon recently purchased a treadmill and I started walking on it this week with Barkley. Yes, that's right; with Barkley. He is absolutely adorable and walks right next to me on the treadmill. He doesn't even need a leash. I'll make a point to take video of him walking tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2259968994108226769?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2259968994108226769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2259968994108226769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2259968994108226769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2259968994108226769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking.html' title='walking'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-6217561244723963883</id><published>2009-01-28T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:45:06.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true story</title><content type='html'>My tax return is scheduled to be in my bank account this Friday. I love having easy taxes and no complications or things to wait for once I get my W-2. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-6217561244723963883?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/6217561244723963883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=6217561244723963883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6217561244723963883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6217561244723963883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-story.html' title='true story'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5305657302469247958</id><published>2009-01-25T21:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:49:28.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning up phone photos</title><content type='html'>Friday night I decided to go through the photos on the memory card in my phone and found this awesomeness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SX0-HnY-qrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YkP67SQdH78/s1600-h/woody+service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SX0-HnY-qrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YkP67SQdH78/s200/woody+service.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295457037411330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this on Black Friday 2008 because at 6:30 in the morning, after running through two stores before dawn, this is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5305657302469247958?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5305657302469247958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5305657302469247958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5305657302469247958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5305657302469247958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/cleaning-up-phone-photos.html' title='cleaning up phone photos'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SX0-HnY-qrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YkP67SQdH78/s72-c/woody+service.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1640445802311617017</id><published>2009-01-19T23:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:34:06.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of baby dog</title><content type='html'>Isn't he cute? He loves the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SXVvvG8A-1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1m70fwzcibk/s1600-h/Barkley+in+the+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SXVvvG8A-1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1m70fwzcibk/s200/Barkley+in+the+sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293259792150756178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1640445802311617017?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1640445802311617017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1640445802311617017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1640445802311617017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1640445802311617017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-of-baby-dog.html' title='picture of baby dog'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SXVvvG8A-1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1m70fwzcibk/s72-c/Barkley+in+the+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-448564891032278019</id><published>2009-01-05T21:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:08:48.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eeek!</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago I learned a few things about myself. Number 1, I am a 4 year old girl; Number 2, My sister is completely out of her mind (and a bad ass). Saturday night we actually saw a mouse in the house. Barkley would not stop messing with the heater registers and after a while, we realized there was a teeny, tiny field mouse underneath one. It ran across the living room and LaShon and I squeeled like little girls. I mean all out high pitched to the point of breaking glass screaming. We also jumped up and down in place. We were pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, LaShon caught the mouse with a glass vase and here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SWLlr9YLHLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_ncrIzsHFrA/s1600-h/mouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SWLlr9YLHLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_ncrIzsHFrA/s200/mouse1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041455859473586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SWLl9GG91AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MovnAt_rNAI/s1600-h/mouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SWLl9GG91AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MovnAt_rNAI/s200/mouse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041750260995074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let it go in a field near an abandoned house but it probably died in the snow. It was like 1:30 in the morning when we let it go and LaShon maybe dropped the glass vase in the snow. Because its not clear in the pictures, the mouse if very small. The body was only like an inch and a half to two inches long. It was itty bitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further this story, today LaShon sent me a text message that she caught another mouse (one we saw yesterday). When I got home she told me that when she saw it she screamed (only a little) and slammed a cup down on it, catching it. Unfortunately, it seems Lashon's extreme bad assedness scared the poor little mouse to death. When she slid a plate under the cup and picked it up, the mouse was dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: don't live near a field with a broke ass landlord who doesn't care if you get the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/diseases/hanta/hps/"&gt;Hantavirus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-448564891032278019?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/448564891032278019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=448564891032278019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/448564891032278019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/448564891032278019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/eeek.html' title='eeek!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SWLlr9YLHLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_ncrIzsHFrA/s72-c/mouse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8910637706760442662</id><published>2009-01-03T09:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:16:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>digital photograph retouching</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.iwanexstudio.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; through a &lt;a href="http://www.littlebirddesigndigitals.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would share. If you click on the pictures on the bottom or go to the portfolio you can see before and after shots. I found a lot of the before photos much more beautiful than the after photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredibly sad to me that people feel a need to create some ideal of perfection. Why can't what we have and who we are be perfect? What a shame that civilized people feel it is reasonable to portray false images to achieve some higher sense of value. Why can't we value what we actually have or who we actually are. I pride myself on being someone who says and does what I mean and mean what I say and do. If I am not true to myself than why bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that being happy is finding ways to appreciate, love and want what we have. Looking at what your limitations are and not being disheartened but being overjoyed at the fact that we can find complete bliss in our day to day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not especially fond of vacations away from my home and find it incredibly troubling that for many people, to have fun (to really have an enjoyable time in life) they must leave what they have and who they are and where they live. I don't want that. Sure vacations are fun. It's fun to see new places or visit friends who live far away but not if it means I sacrifice the incredible opportunity I have to see my daily life as enjoyable, fun, meaningful, great, blissful and exhilarating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy every moment of what I have and find new ways to appreciate my day to day life. Life doesn't have to be a struggle and we don't always have to look for the next best thing. Right now, today is the best thing you have and you are missing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8910637706760442662?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8910637706760442662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8910637706760442662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8910637706760442662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8910637706760442662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2009/01/digital-photograph-retouching.html' title='digital photograph retouching'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2877304509989902005</id><published>2008-12-19T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:44:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Barkley looks like a homeless dog. He is getting an overdue hair cut tomorrow and I will for sure post some adorable pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2877304509989902005?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2877304509989902005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2877304509989902005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2877304509989902005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2877304509989902005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/12/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-7671396696937324393</id><published>2008-12-04T21:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:10:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea is great!</title><content type='html'>On Black Friday I went out shopping with my sister and cousin and it was awesome. I was able to get a few presents for a few people and then some stuff for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of my awesome stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi07sl1nOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TIM6eMvX7Vg/s1600-h/new+chair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi07sl1nOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TIM6eMvX7Vg/s200/new+chair2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276165901139680482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi07VYc0_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2XFIS_7dgPg/s1600-h/new+chair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi07VYc0_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2XFIS_7dgPg/s200/new+chair1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276165894909514738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is super nice, comfortable and the price was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of the MALM bed frame and headboard I bought. It's really awesome. The bed frame was on sale for $99 on black Friday. Thanks IKEA. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2LCMAsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WagU7F73rok/s1600-h/headboard+detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2LCMAsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WagU7F73rok/s200/headboard+detail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276167264146600018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2KmKcjsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OJ28nOyXQPE/s1600-h/headboard3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2KmKcjsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OJ28nOyXQPE/s200/headboard3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276167256623845058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2KSzFQvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4jl-ty6dWA/s1600-h/headboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi2KSzFQvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4jl-ty6dWA/s200/headboard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276167251425575666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, here is a pic of Barkley yelling at me to get his toy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi3B9WU7SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6fxg-XS5K7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi3B9WU7SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6fxg-XS5K7Y/s200/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276168207740497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-7671396696937324393?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/7671396696937324393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=7671396696937324393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7671396696937324393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7671396696937324393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikea-is-great.html' title='Ikea is great!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/STi07sl1nOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TIM6eMvX7Vg/s72-c/new+chair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-6382800742652006813</id><published>2008-11-18T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:05.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Swam with dolphins (do sharks count?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;09.Hugged a tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Slept under the stars,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;41 Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Been in a movie (I even wet my pants for comedy gold)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;74. Crashed a part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River (no, but the Colorado River)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music (does it count if I was just a kid?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. Passed out cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on a photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. States&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;132. Touched a cockroach (totally gross!)&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (do fish count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-6382800742652006813?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/6382800742652006813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=6382800742652006813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6382800742652006813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/6382800742652006813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-9146083623313853541</id><published>2008-11-17T22:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:22:32.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't these pictures cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennanelsonphotography.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneak-peek-claudia-and-jeff.html#links"&gt;Jenna Nelson Photography: Sneak Peek- Claudia and Jeff.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some friends who I used to work with. They are the cutest couple ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-9146083623313853541?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/9146083623313853541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=9146083623313853541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/9146083623313853541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/9146083623313853541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/11/arent-these-pictures-cute.html' title='Aren&apos;t these pictures cute?'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-7701067083163166103</id><published>2008-11-11T22:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:11:02.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new nephew</title><content type='html'>My sister just had her baby this morning. I only have a picture from my phone to post but I'm sure my mom and sister will have better pictures posted or emailed in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Baby T (Treysen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/8c/77/c783715cfd75.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 384px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo19/8c/77/c783715cfd75.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-7701067083163166103?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/7701067083163166103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=7701067083163166103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7701067083163166103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7701067083163166103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-nephew.html' title='new nephew'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5041578993180770015</id><published>2008-10-25T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:50:00.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>I am totally excited for tonight. I am hosting a Halloween Party (as I do pretty much every year) but this year I have invited like 2x the number of people, I am making 4 times the food and 2 times the treats and I AM LOVING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made candy popcorn balls and bagged them in these cute little jack-o-lantern bags and I also made caramel apples. I actually made my own caramel sauce. I was lucky to have a lot of help from my mom last night (LaShon can't help me because she broke her foot on Wednesday, and yes I know she is 2 weeks away from her due date). It was nice to have some help and I really appreciate her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to finish decorating, carve a pumpkin and make all the food. My only concern is that the food will not stay hot and I don't have any kind of heating things. Oh well. Maybe I can afford that shit for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can take some awesome pictures before the party starts and then post them later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5041578993180770015?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5041578993180770015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5041578993180770015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5041578993180770015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5041578993180770015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-7787363497213788697</id><published>2008-10-08T20:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:21:54.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Seattle</title><content type='html'>Friday night I flew to Seattle with my BFF for a Saturday night concert to see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSGZqOQ2680"&gt;Rachael Yamagata&lt;/a&gt;. (If you do not know her or her music, you should. She is amazing.) Honestly, she is better live than recorded and I am glad for every time I hear her live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we flew in Friday and were leaving midday Sunday, we only had time to fall in love with Seattle again, drink, eat and see Rachael play. Pretty much it was a great weekend and I wish more than anything that I still lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked the trip through Travelocity and will book with them again. The price was great, they had more flight listings with more time availabilities than any of the other travel websites and the hotels they offer are very high quality. I booked a hotel that was within walking distance to both the club and Pike's Place Market and we actually walked to both. My knees didn't hurt, I was not out of breath and actually liked walking through the city.  We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.hotelsorrento.com/"&gt;Sorrento Hotel,&lt;/a&gt; Seattle's oldest luxury hotel. It was absolutely adorable and the staff was super helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel after 10pm on Friday and were referred to a bar less than one block away called the Quarter Lounge. The bar was kind of dark, has two pool tables and plenty of booze. I was shocked at how cheap the drinks are in Seattle. Seriously, Allison and I drank for price of one in Utah with twice the booze. It was really fun and the people there were all friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we walked to Pike's Place Market and had lunch at this great diner just East of the market. We ordered these peach drinks and after waiting a long time, the server came back and said they were out of peach juice so asked us to choose something else. We did, she left again and came back only a minute later with the peach drinks. She said that they pureed peaches to make us juice for our drinks. How awesome is that? See why Seattle is the bomb.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walked around the market, did a little shopping (I bought a scarf and a shirt at J Crew--look at me fit into a size XL at a normal store) and then went back to the hotel to rest before the show. we walked to the show, it was awesome--despite the fact that Rachael had the flew and felt horrible--and then back to the Quarter Lounge for more drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this trip, here are the few things I know to be true: 1) I miss living in the Pacific Northwest; 2) I need to move back; 3) I miss Seattle; 4) I need to move back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my plan: in the next 5 years I need to move back to Seattle (or Portland), adopt a second dog, have a nice little house, condo, townhouse with a tiny bit of space for a garden, and have a job I like and have success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-7787363497213788697?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/7787363497213788697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=7787363497213788697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7787363497213788697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7787363497213788697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-3-seattle.html' title='I &lt;3 Seattle'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2164417746158006889</id><published>2008-09-21T19:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:00:23.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a fan of delicious flavor?</title><content type='html'>If you do not know where the title comes from, shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a love affair with a salad at the Bamboo Hut. It is called the Hut salad and is completely delicious. You get like 4 cups of lettuce (Hello fiber!), mango and pineapple pieces, red bell peppers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gorgonzola&lt;/span&gt; cheese. Then your choice of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teriyaki&lt;/span&gt; chicken, pulled pork or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ono&lt;/span&gt; chicken (which is like sesame chicken). I always pick the mango &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt; instead of the tropical dressing and I think I use like 1/3 of the small side container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; county area, you should go to Bamboo Hut and get this for lunch. It is so delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2164417746158006889?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2164417746158006889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2164417746158006889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2164417746158006889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2164417746158006889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-fan-of-delicious-flavor.html' title='Are you a fan of delicious flavor?'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2281858598391377342</id><published>2008-09-09T21:15:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:15:47.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new clothes'/><title type='text'>new clothes, less fat</title><content type='html'>Since April I have lost about 34 pounds and shed 3 to 4 sizes. Due to this tremendous change I no longer fit into any of my clothes. My pants fall off me and my shirts look silly. I received a giant coupon from Lane Bryant (I am not yet out of fat ladies clothes but super, super close) and was able to buy a ton of clothes. I spent around $200 and bought all of these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVG9qrKGI/AAAAAAAAADU/0ngxXv4FTRQ/s1600-h/gray+cuffed+trousers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVG9qrKGI/AAAAAAAAADU/0ngxXv4FTRQ/s200/gray+cuffed+trousers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253869217359970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVG9ef9xI/AAAAAAAAADc/9NS6QE4fyXc/s1600-h/pin+stripe+black+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVG9ef9xI/AAAAAAAAADc/9NS6QE4fyXc/s200/pin+stripe+black+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253869166294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVHNqVdsI/AAAAAAAAADk/ixtNP-MPlug/s1600-h/plaid+gray+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVHNqVdsI/AAAAAAAAADk/ixtNP-MPlug/s200/plaid+gray+pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253873510905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTSJVOZLI/AAAAAAAAACk/vjGdlCfcEbE/s1600-h/green+sateen+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTSJVOZLI/AAAAAAAAACk/vjGdlCfcEbE/s200/green+sateen+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244251862303925426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTT2ORg8I/AAAAAAAAACs/e6l_FTl5Bgc/s1600-h/purple+tie+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTT2ORg8I/AAAAAAAAACs/e6l_FTl5Bgc/s200/purple+tie+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244251891534234562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTUB-dNNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ileh6zUhqM0/s1600-h/rouched+short+sleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTUB-dNNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ileh6zUhqM0/s200/rouched+short+sleeve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244251894689117394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTUIpZNXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HifVUHhppBU/s1600-h/white+stripped+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTUIpZNXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HifVUHhppBU/s200/white+stripped+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244251896479823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTR6z2l6I/AAAAAAAAACc/k34HKEJHHcE/s1600-h/black+button+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdTR6z2l6I/AAAAAAAAACc/k34HKEJHHcE/s200/black+button+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244251858405857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVsTrKL0I/AAAAAAAAADs/wrEDvWPEM7M/s1600-h/trouser+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVsTrKL0I/AAAAAAAAADs/wrEDvWPEM7M/s200/trouser+jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244254510780133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVGvzgswI/AAAAAAAAADE/SopM9RtZ3_I/s1600-h/charcoal+gray+trousers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVGvzgswI/AAAAAAAAADE/SopM9RtZ3_I/s200/charcoal+gray+trousers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253865496326914" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white shirt with the square collar is actually this crazy black and white pattern. I also purchased the jewel green shirt in a jewel purple color and this really awesome dress. It's a sleeveless (but not like thin straps) white and black patterned dress with a short swing black 3/4 sleeve jacket. It is like 1/2  a size too small so in about a month or so, when it fits, I'll have someone take a picture and post it on here. I freaking love it and it was only $30. Yay sales! Oh, I also bought some jeans with embroidered autumn colored flowers and some metal dot bedazzled like stuff on them. I was going to post a picture but there are too many pics on here already. Basically, I bought 6 pairs of pants, 6 shirts, a dress, jacket, skirt and spanx (the skirt is a black one just under my knee) and now have a new wardrobe so I can wear some clothes that won't fall off me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2281858598391377342?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2281858598391377342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2281858598391377342&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2281858598391377342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2281858598391377342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-clothes-less-fat.html' title='new clothes, less fat'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/SMdVG9qrKGI/AAAAAAAAADU/0ngxXv4FTRQ/s72-c/gray+cuffed+trousers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1889092298073087173</id><published>2008-09-08T18:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:08:56.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>success! (and pity party)</title><content type='html'>After two months of much stress and very bad times, I am back on track. I lost 2 pounds last week and I only exercised one day. My short term goal is to lose 30 pounds by Christmas and at this point I have 27 pounds to lose and 15 weeks. I think this is quite attainable (as I am a huge orca whale of a person and have over 100 pounds to lose from my start date) as long as I can average 2 pounds a week. If I work really hard (which is my plan) I should be able to lose 3 pounds a week average for the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems like a lot of weight but I honestly had over 100 pounds to lose when I started. I have gone down 3-4 sizes and feel much better in general. I have also not started smoking (despite my increase in stress) and I am honestly proud of this achievement. I really have very little self control when it comes to doing what I want and to not smoke for 9 months when I very much love smoking is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have a lot more to say about life and stress and things but really don't feel like sharing. I am really frustrated with  my work and frankly, I hate working there so much it kills me. It actually makes me feel so bad about myself and my professional skills that I pretend I am apathetic so I can get through the day. I had the opportunity and privilege to manage, supervise and direct several departments and multiple people and I love every minute of it. I loved managing people and finding ways to support my staff, find ways to make their jobs easier and better and helping them find success in a pretty basic entry level position. I feel like I am a excellent manage of people and know what motives people really well. Now I don't get to do any of that and I really hate everything about work. I hate the people, I hate my office, I hate having to talk to my bosses, I hate having to help my peers with what used to be my job, and I hate what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I actually did feel like sharing. I just want to feel better about my work situation and I think until I find something else, it won't happen. My sister and I are going to start our own business (at least that is our plan) and I think it will take a year to get it going. This is fine but I don't know if I can last a year where I am. I just feel worthless and can't figure out what I did wrong. (Even though most of me knows I did NOTHING wrong and I was awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough pity party. I am going to suck it up, go to the bathroom a lot, text my friends and family on my phone, shuffle my papers around and meet with a lot of people at work. I will also continue to put on an appearance of apathy and when someone brings something to me that is NOT my job anymore I will always pass it on to the person who took my job. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1889092298073087173?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1889092298073087173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1889092298073087173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1889092298073087173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1889092298073087173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/09/success-and-pity-party.html' title='success! (and pity party)'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-3058848020056027679</id><published>2008-08-04T00:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:14:01.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The &lt;strong&gt;RULES&lt;/strong&gt; as posted by  Marvin: ( I don't know who Marvin is, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention  the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell about 5 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tag 5 bloggers by linking them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a comment on their blogs to let them  know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://clonekuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;kuh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 quirks of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't stand to see cabinets doors or drawers open after someone is finished with the cabinet or drawer. I have to close them. Have. To. Close.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get ready in the morning in the exact same order and don't realize I am do this until after I am done. Even though I know it makes no difference, I can't seem to change my pattern and have been getting ready in the same order since I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I need to give myself quick comfort or reassurance, I tug my right earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Even though I know it is stupid and makes no sense, I am superstitious about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;5. I edit it everything I write, at least 2 times before I take further action. Including my own private to do list or grocery shopping list. I never send an email or post something online until I have read through it once silently and once out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://cuddlydoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;cuddlydoll &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://grams-blogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;my mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-3058848020056027679?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/3058848020056027679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=3058848020056027679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3058848020056027679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3058848020056027679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-1123799765083760898</id><published>2008-08-04T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:42:25.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>Ralph, my brother-in-law, died Sunday 12:10ish am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-1123799765083760898?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/1123799765083760898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=1123799765083760898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1123799765083760898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/1123799765083760898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/08/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-2122527593396325850</id><published>2008-06-07T23:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:14:57.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Walking is fun!</title><content type='html'>Barkley and I started walking regularly and after two weeks of being bored with my apartment community, I ventured further from my home and found this really nice park with a really nice walking track.  &lt;a href="http://www.orem.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=30&amp;amp;Itemid=68&amp;amp;limit=1&amp;amp;limitstart=11"&gt;Nielson's Grove&lt;/a&gt; is a huge park with a walking track, flower bed, pond, playground and pavilion. I have been there several times this week and will continue going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been able to walk about 2 miles without killing my knees and actually find it to be pretty fun.  Maybe this whole being healthy thing really is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2559560229_ed38be76ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2559560229_ed38be76ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-2122527593396325850?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/2122527593396325850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=2122527593396325850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2122527593396325850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/2122527593396325850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-is-fun.html' title='Walking is fun!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-7927233977401856012</id><published>2008-06-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:36:03.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Not Fat Update</title><content type='html'>Monday morning I weighed in again and have now lost a total of 24.4 pounds. Yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-7927233977401856012?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/7927233977401856012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=7927233977401856012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7927233977401856012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7927233977401856012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-not-fat-update.html' title='Being Not Fat Update'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8778398819061138385</id><published>2008-06-01T10:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:20:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed with my dog</title><content type='html'>This is a photo heavy post, just as a warning. I have finally uploaded all my pictures on my camera to my computer and many of them are of my dog. I am positive I have an unhealthy obsession with my dog but I can't help myself.  He is so sweet and so adorable and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of him when I first got him. This is the first picture I took after getting him for Christmas, to show my employees how cute he was--I believe he was 7 weeks old--and how small. He is standing on the palm of my hand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/babybarkley.jpg?t=1212347625"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/babybarkley.jpg?t=1212347625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was about 1 pound in this picture and the cutest thing ever. He is now 10 pounds--full grown--and just as cute. He has filled out and grown into his floppy ears and his nose is long and big but I love him just as much as when I first got him. Here is a picture from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/barkleynow.jpg?t=1212347829"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/barkleynow.jpg?t=1212347829" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is totally cute and I feel completely justified being obsessed with him and unable to stop talking about him. Right now he is snuggled against my leg as I sit on my bed (the green blue thing he is standing on is the duvet cover currently on my bed) and type this entry. He has his face under my pillow and is flat on his tummy. He is so cuddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am for sure going to get a second dog. I have plans to move in July (to my own place--Yay, no more roommate!) and after we are settled, Barkley and I will be looking to adopt an older dog who is well mannered and needs a good home. I will probably go for a male dog again and one at least a year old. No more puppies. They are a pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some other pictures. I have planted a few pots and window boxes of flowers and a tomato plant on my patio and took some pictures. I am posting them here for those of you who never visit me or live too far away and can't. Yes, I know this means I am pretty domestic; get over it.   My patio also houses two new wrought iron chairs--thanks &lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/lowes/lkn?action=home"&gt;Lowes&lt;/a&gt; --and a BBQ.  The BBQ was a B-day present from my folks; it's a Foreman Grill on a stand but works really well outside (mostly because I have a plug, LOL) and I have used it much more than I expected I would. Ok, that's enough from me.  On to the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patio1.jpg?t=1212348821"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patio1.jpg?t=1212348821" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patio2.jpg?t=1212348822"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patio2.jpg?t=1212348822" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patiobbq.jpg?t=1212348820"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v510/ophelia_died/Barkley/Patio/patiobbq.jpg?t=1212348820" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This final picture shows one of my new chairs--they are incredibly comfortable--my BBQ and Socks. I was watching my sister's dogs for the last week and her dog Socks is this tiny old fat thing. She is too precious and was hiding on the patio/balcony to avoid the two puppies. She's also smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now; Oh, wait! I forgot to give an update on my weight loss. As of last Monday, I have lost 20.6 pounds and while I am still fat, I am really succeeding in being less fat. I have dropped 3 dress sizes (well, 2 comfortably. I can wear 3 sizes smaller than when when I started the diet but the size I can fit into isn't that flattering for my remaining fats). All of my pants are pull on and look clownish and I am constantly afraid they will fall off or I will be pants by some random bully walking by and this is a confirmed fear! Barkley has pants me twice at home, by accident. He pulled on my pants for attention and they fell down. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in approximately 4 months I will be out of the fat ladies clothes (at least I can buy clothes in regular stores like Target, Dillards, JC Penneys, etc without going to the special Fat Ladies Section). This means, of course, that my ultimate weight loss goal is becoming a skinny bitch. I know this is not what I previously stated and now I am a total jerk-face but let's be serious. If I am really going to be healthier and diet and exercise and actually CARE about myself and what I look like, I should be honest. I want to be one of those skinny bitches who I always assume have no problem with maintaining healthy weight. Even though I know it takes work. (Or they are bitches because it's all genetics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent almost 10 years as a fat ass and it is the one area in my life that completely destroys my self esteem. I feel 100% awesome about myself in everything but how I look. It completely stops me from having a complete, healthy and normal social/personal life and while I know it's totally stupid, I can't help myself. I just want to feel better about myself and stop worrying about how ugly I am because I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am really done. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8778398819061138385?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8778398819061138385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8778398819061138385&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8778398819061138385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8778398819061138385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-obsessed-with-my-dog.html' title='I am obsessed with my dog'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-4350801997558824373</id><published>2008-04-28T23:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:57:05.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Here is a really brief update after weigh in Monday (Oh goody! I have created another reason to hate Monday. At least I don't go to meetings and don't have to hear someone say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; got the case of the Mondays!): I lost 5 more pounds. I have now lost a total of 17 pounds and am very close to my first 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say about my not being fat journey but it is too late to write more. I am very sleeping and my little baby dog is making me jealous, as he snuggles against me and has been asleep for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I watched Juno last night and it was lovely. I loved everything about that movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-4350801997558824373?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/4350801997558824373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=4350801997558824373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4350801997558824373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/4350801997558824373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-quick-update.html' title='Real Quick Update'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-5592446502530964199</id><published>2008-04-24T22:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:34:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Jazz!</title><content type='html'>Tonight was game 3 and the Jazz lost. Now they will have to play one more game in Houston. Even thought this is horribly depressing I still love the Jazz and have complete faith in my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-5592446502530964199?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/5592446502530964199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=5592446502530964199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5592446502530964199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/5592446502530964199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-jazz.html' title='Go Jazz!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-7379453880148391038</id><published>2008-04-21T20:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:47:10.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least it's a new week</title><content type='html'>I did not lose any weight this last week and gained .4 pounds. This is primarily due to water retention thanks to the fact that I am a woman with a uterus. Stupid human anatomy and biological processes! I have a dear, dear, dear, dear friend who is a doctor and she prescribed me something to help reduce this problem and also clear up my horrible hormonal acne. Again, thanks body! It's great getting acne for the first time ever at age 24 and still having it at age 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When discussing these problems with my dear, dear, dear, dear friend it occurred to me that if I am going to be not-fat I also need to have a pretty face. Being fat is one thing, but being horribly disfigured by adult acne is completely unacceptable. Good thing I have a friend who works in dermatology and can prescribe me awesome medications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, one of my employees really helped me start the week by showing me this awesome website. It is just a photobucket site that is regularly updated with the most awesome pictures ever.  One of them made me laugh so hard today he opened my office door to make sure I wasn't annoying any other employees. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the pictures I loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I actually made this image the background of my work computer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii94/TheWalkingDude/1201911174159.jpg?t=1208838232"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii94/TheWalkingDude/1201911174159.jpg?t=1208838232" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-7379453880148391038?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/7379453880148391038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=7379453880148391038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7379453880148391038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/7379453880148391038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-least-its-new-week.html' title='At least it&apos;s a new week'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8613263939485136130</id><published>2008-04-20T10:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T11:11:11.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Eating Dessert the Diet Way</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was invited to dine with my parents and I think it was mostly so my mom could try this new dessert recipe I emailed her a few days ago.  I tried to link to the recipe but apparently self.com hates me or blogger or linking so I am going to post the damn thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry-Peach Crisp&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;         Serves 4        &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canola oil cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh blackberries&lt;br /&gt;1 cup pitted and sliced fresh peaches&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp fresh orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp whole-wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp canola oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp honey&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PREPARATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 375°. Coat four 4-oz ramekins with cooking spray. Combine berries, peaches, juice and vanilla in a bowl and mix well. In a separate bowl, combine remaining ingredients with hands until moist and crumbly. Spoon fruit mixture into ramekins; scatter crumb mixture evenly over the top of each. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until fruit bubbles and top is golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I decided that it would be quite easy to use this recipe to make a regular fruit cobbler or crisp of any type and size; there is no reason to only do individual desserts.  (Well, I think there is. They are just so damn cute!)  The peach and blackberry was very good--next time we need to reheat the dish before eating--and I think a triple berry or apple-raspberry (as Mom suggested) would also be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found a number or recipes online at &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/index.aspx"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt; that will hopefully be delicious and close to the yummy goodness I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the next recipe I am going to try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="art_intro"&gt;  &lt;span class="recipe_title"&gt;   &lt;span class="title1"&gt;Chocolate Cherry &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="title2fr"&gt;Cupcake Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!--- begin Source ---&gt;  &lt;span class="s000000"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--- end Source ---&gt;  &lt;!--insert top intro section with image box --&gt;  &lt;img id="uctl_receipe_imgRecipeImage" class="bucket" src="http://www.weightwatchers.com/images/1033/dynamic/foodandrecipes/2004/04/06_choccherrycupcake_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="192" width="158" /&gt;&lt;div id="uctl_receipe_divRecipeStatsTop" class="recipe_statstop_sm"&gt;   &lt;div id="uctl_receipe_divRecipeBoxTop" class="recipeboxtop"&gt;        &lt;div class="no-img"&gt;     &lt;div id="uctl_receipe_divRecipeStats" class="recipestats-sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="recipe_bod"&gt;&lt;div class="recipe_int"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1  sprays   cooking spray &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 1/4 oz   unprepared packaged devil's food cake, or similar chocolate cake mix &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2  Tbsp   apple butter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2  Tbsp   water &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1  tsp   almond extract &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16  oz   canned sweet cherries, packed in light syrup, drained (dark, pitted cherries) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/3 cup   apple butter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/2 cup   fat-free egg substitute &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Instructions&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 350°F. Coat two 24-hole mini muffin pans with cooking spray. In a medium bowl, make the frosting: Mix together 1 cup of cake mix, 2 tablespoons of apple butter, water and 1 teaspoon of almond extract until smooth; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place drained cherries on a paper towel. Pat cherries dry, place on cutting board and coarsely chop; set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a mixer on slow speed, combine remaining cake mix, remaining apple butter, remaining almond extract and egg substitute for 30 seconds. Increase speed to medium and mix until smooth, about 2 minutes more; stir in cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill muffin pans 3/4 full with cherry mixture. Bake until toothpick inserted in middle comes out clean, about 15 to 17 minutes. Allow to cool in pans for 5 minutes; remove to wire rack to cool completely. Frost each cupcake with 1 teaspoon reserved frosting. Yields 1 cupcake per serving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll let you know how it turns out. Also, this supposedly makes 48 servings and each serving is 1 point. (Which means each mini muffin is 1 point and this recipe makes 4 dozen mini muffins. In case you can't do math.)&lt;br /&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/7539358866731990709-8613263939485136130?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8613263939485136130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8613263939485136130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8613263939485136130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8613263939485136130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/eating-dessert-diet-way.html' title='Eating Dessert the Diet Way'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-3534664990834780857</id><published>2008-04-18T22:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:55:36.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>More Success but also More Stress</title><content type='html'>As the not being fat saga continues, I have lost more weight. Last Monday on weigh-in day I lost 5 more pounds. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my diet is going well, other things have not gone well last week and this. Two weeks ago Friday I heard a story about someone fighting in an office related to mine but not mine and thought, that is terrible. I did not share the story with anyone else in my office and figured it wouldn't matter and never really affect us.  I didn't realize the level of terrible until the fight starter was referred to my office for a job in one of the two departments I manage. The interview was terrible so without knowledge of his fighting in the workplace issue I would not have hired him anyway. Since I would not hire him I decided it was safe to share this fight story with others in my office. I figured the guy who referred the fight-starter would be told, shame on you but instead, I was yelled at for 3 days. The guy who referred the fight-starter called me and yelled at me, my boss accused me of having a spy in the other office and 4 people not in management came to me offering advice, suggestions and telling me what to do--all because I would not reveal my source. I felt it completely irrelevant who told me and found it more important that the guy running the office where the fight occurred would refer the fight starter to our office. Hello, liability anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stress and the poor reaction by my office and the "sister" office distracted me from other important things, like updating this blog. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation has been resolved because I have ignored this for the most part and stood firm in the fact that I am right. Last week my boss called me after work, at home, and apologized for being an asshole and told me that he took his bad feelings on the other office out on me and it was wrong and I was right and it doesn't matter who told me; it matters that we didn't know this guy started a fight in the other office and the guy who runs the office did NOT reveal the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, yesterday my boss gave me the first performance review I have received at this company (I will have worked there 3 years May 23rd). My boss pretty much said I am awesome and on a 5 point scale (with 10 separate criteria) I scored an average of 4.27. Frankly, this is better than I rated myself so, Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know the details of why I am totally awesome and where I scored, just wait! I will scan the review and post it later. I just have to update the software on my computer so my printer/scanner/copier will work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-3534664990834780857?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/3534664990834780857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=3534664990834780857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3534664990834780857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/3534664990834780857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-success-but-also-more-stress.html' title='More Success but also More Stress'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8718514937990018310</id><published>2008-04-09T19:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:43:17.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>Monday night was weight track day for the week and I lost 7 pounds.  7 pounds for the first week! I am pretty excited but mostly this means I am so fat a lot of weight came off the first week because I followed the diet pretty well. I really felt alright about the first week and didn't feel like my whole life sucked because of a diet.  I have been cooking dinner nearly every night and am really happy. I love cooking and am a damn good cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not so great. I am a stress eater and work today (and really all week) has completely sucked ass.  I did fine at lunch today and drank plenty of water but for dinner I cheated and went to Carl's Jr.  Yay for french fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the good news department, the meal I had was a total of 13.5 points and I have 30 points each day (at least while I am as fat as I am). I still have 4 points left for the day and I have not touched my extra 35 for the week.  It really helped to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheat&lt;/span&gt; by going to a Fast Food joint and not feel like I was blowing my diet. While I want to be not fat, I also want to indulge in a few vices now and again.  Being able to eat smaller portions at a fast food place seems to be the happy medium for me. I think I will do pretty well on this diet because I can eat out and be a regular person. I just get to learn how to eat healthy when going out to restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bad news department, I have not done well with activity this week. I was walking about 20 minutes a day 4 times a week (for the last 2 weeks) but with the weather as cold and wet as it has been for the last few days, forget it. I really hate this winter in April and I hope the weather heats up a bit. Barkley really hates the cold, too. It just sucks because I want to start walking with my mom and our dogs but when it's so cold my knees say no FN way and my dog starts shivering uncontrollably after 4 minutes outside. He wants to go for a walk so bad that last night I put his leash on and walked him around the apartment for 10 minutes. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8718514937990018310?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8718514937990018310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8718514937990018310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8718514937990018310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8718514937990018310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-8470150784190115675</id><published>2008-04-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:27:47.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><title type='text'>If getting healthy is the means to being not fat, so be it!</title><content type='html'>After being bullied to stop smoking, I have also been bullied into going on a diet.  In all fairness to the bullies, I did complain a lot about being fat and how quitting smoking is a good idea since I am now 30.  I smoked for about 10 years, tried quitting 5 times, and while I love it and miss it terribly, it is not a good idea.  Not only could it increase my risk for cancer but it costs money, smells bad, isolates me from everyone else and makes me cough 100 times a day.  I still miss smoking but I have decided that I am no longer a smoker and I will not smoke cigarettes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit on January 1 (When I mentioned I might quit smoking this year, one of my employees bugged me numerous times each day for most of December until I gave him a 'quit' date. The new year made him really excited and since it also made him shut up, I agreed.) and that same week a very, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear friend of mine asked me to join &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/index.aspx"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt; with her.  I told her that quitting smoking was enough and she could shut her face.  I was wrong; it was not enough and she also did not shut her face. Before February really got going, she started asking if I was really going to join with her.  I told her I would join but later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January was terrible--I was literally the biggest bitch I have ever encountered and could barely stand myself--and February was not starting off super great. I had almost decided that joining Weight Watchers might not be the best plan for me any time soon. Then all of a sudden I wasn't such a horrible person (just a medium horrible asshole) and around the middle/end of March I told this dear, dear, dear, dear friend that I would start a diet with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being a fatty.  I was a tiny, petite kid and a relatively small teenager.  I am not tall and have tiny delicate wrists and ankles so I know a skinny bitch is dying to be set free from all the fat I have packed on over her.  I just have done nothing about it. I think I use my weight as a shield and now I tired of it.  Most of my weight was gained as a side effect of a medication I took in my early 20s and despite the weight I gain or loose on top of that, I have not ever lost the weight the medication put on me.  I think when I gained the weight, I decided it wasn't so bad to have a way to keep people at a distance that was more obvious than my tone or the looks I might give someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday evening I weighed in for the Weight Watchers online program (I will not attend their meetings as I currently abhor people and would have to interract wth people at the meetings) and started my diet first thing Tuesday morning.  Surprisingly, it has been ok.  The online system has a lot of neat tools that help a lazy fatty like me not be so fat anymore. They have a point system called the Flex plan (or something) and they offer this cute little tracking service so you can enter all of your food items and points each meal, snack, day, whatever.  The thing I like best about the point tracker they offer is that it's like a bunch of little lists. I  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;lists. All the tracking stuff makes me have a joygasm because of the amount of list making I can indulge in.  I also love the recipe builder they have.  You can type in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;recipe you have and how many servings it makes and it will tell you how many points a serving is.  It is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very reluctant to tell people I am on a diet because frankly it's none of their damn business.  I have told 2 people at work and already I regret telling one of them.  I also told my massage therapist that I started a diet and she immediately asked, Are you pregnant?  She said there must be something going on to make me quit smoking after so long and then diet and exercise.  Then she accused me of being happy.  As if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was talking to me about this new path for my life she said she is very excited that I am working towards being healthier.  She has been pushing me to eat better, exercise and quit smoking since I met her 3 years ago and last week she said, "I know I have nothing to do with this, but I am so proud you quit smoking and are really staying with it."  What a nicey! She told me that getting healthy is really great and she is really happy for me. I quickly corrected her and said I only want to be not fat and if getting healthy is the way to do that, I guess I have no choice. She said if all I want is to be skinny then she could talk to a guy she knows, who knows a guy, who knows a guy who can get me some heroine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed on the heroine and will just suffer with getting healthy instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-8470150784190115675?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/8470150784190115675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=8470150784190115675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8470150784190115675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/8470150784190115675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-getting-healthy-is-means-to-being.html' title='If getting healthy is the means to being not fat, so be it!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539358866731990709.post-132071943941296794</id><published>2008-02-24T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:44:39.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3279"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/cookie_quiz/wcmn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539358866731990709-132071943941296794?l=lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/feeds/132071943941296794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539358866731990709&amp;postID=132071943941296794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/132071943941296794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539358866731990709/posts/default/132071943941296794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeatthenunnery.blogspot.com/2008/02/cookies.html' title='Cookies!'/><author><name>ophelia died</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590070870251489119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtFM60s-DjE/Sunz7uASMFI/AAAAAAAAALk/2fczIwwZy9Y/S220/Me+and+Barks.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
