<?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-11726315</id><updated>2011-11-03T22:06:14.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Bruce for Now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-4554817436766797033</id><published>2010-11-16T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:59:56.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Austy avidazen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONRX7svGXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Yqkeont-s5k/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONRX7svGXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Yqkeont-s5k/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540361438200011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think most people know i like a good awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a casual southern, "hey, girlfriend."  followed by...silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh boy, have a swell time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-4554817436766797033?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/4554817436766797033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=4554817436766797033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/4554817436766797033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/4554817436766797033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/11/austy-avidazen.html' title='Austy avidazen!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONRX7svGXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Yqkeont-s5k/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-2065209915342381474</id><published>2010-11-16T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:44:33.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONOVBUOa1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nL8Y2GDb6FY/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONOVBUOa1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nL8Y2GDb6FY/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540358089633327954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally cool enough to sit outside.  so we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Gal, "no one just happens to be in St Cloud."  This is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-2065209915342381474?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/2065209915342381474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=2065209915342381474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/2065209915342381474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/2065209915342381474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/11/picnic.html' title='picnic'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TONOVBUOa1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nL8Y2GDb6FY/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-7923855372150484374</id><published>2010-10-21T23:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:23:13.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPpevhWCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tn9ZZXc-EUs/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPpevhWCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tn9ZZXc-EUs/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530719022689114146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPpLG94FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CqzjQUMs8lk/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPpLG94FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CqzjQUMs8lk/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530719017418743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPohXDThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XWI0MZu3jWE/s1600/IMG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPohXDThI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XWI0MZu3jWE/s320/IMG_0895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530719006211919378" border="0" /&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/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfVYQ5fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jgfXbvDKUxo/s1600/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfVYQ5fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jgfXbvDKUxo/s320/IMG_0931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530714450330445298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfVyRz9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lAvCopOnXeo/s1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfVyRz9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lAvCopOnXeo/s320/IMG_0922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530714450439557074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfFzPetI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0MK6yCAZx8/s1600/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELfFzPetI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C0MK6yCAZx8/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530714446148631250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELe6OYvZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OP0LEyVOUCY/s1600/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMELe6OYvZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OP0LEyVOUCY/s320/IMG_0942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530714443041258898" 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/11726315-7923855372150484374?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7923855372150484374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=7923855372150484374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7923855372150484374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7923855372150484374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/10/olympic-national-park.html' title='Olympic National Park'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEPpevhWCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tn9ZZXc-EUs/s72-c/IMG_1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-523926218486529087</id><published>2010-10-21T23:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:22:52.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vancouver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtpZTuZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xSPmhG-Vc10/s1600/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtpZTuZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xSPmhG-Vc10/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530708099151935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtdDEG5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/v6W4Xbirng8/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtdDEG5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/v6W4Xbirng8/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530708095837412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"on your left"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtN4F6dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mtJpUvgHB2Y/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtN4F6dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mtJpUvgHB2Y/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530708091764861394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lynn Canyon Temperate Rainforest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-523926218486529087?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/523926218486529087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=523926218486529087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/523926218486529087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/523926218486529087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/10/vancouver.html' title='vancouver'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEFtpZTuZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xSPmhG-Vc10/s72-c/IMG_0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-3236247330052037144</id><published>2010-10-21T23:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:22:23.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDHHbdYYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cIXxqrkIjAE/s1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDHHbdYYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cIXxqrkIjAE/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705238175867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDG9hB40I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hq0Z_ruE070/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDG9hB40I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hq0Z_ruE070/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705235514876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDGMRiF7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6jzJRBM4vmM/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDGMRiF7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/6jzJRBM4vmM/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705222296541106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;better burn those shoes not the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDGarnFII/AAAAAAAAAFU/YiEbdAPz2S8/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDGarnFII/AAAAAAAAAFU/YiEbdAPz2S8/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530705226164016258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zebra ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-3236247330052037144?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/3236247330052037144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=3236247330052037144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/3236247330052037144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/3236247330052037144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/10/seattle.html' title='Seattle'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMEDHHbdYYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cIXxqrkIjAE/s72-c/IMG_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-7903233472167574981</id><published>2010-10-21T22:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:21:53.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9vVbbB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U8ln8rAYuLA/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9vVbbB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U8ln8rAYuLA/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530699332058810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i appreciate museums: i learned Hmongs are not from Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9vITHDJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mNbNCkNtDNA/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9vITHDJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mNbNCkNtDNA/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530699328534285458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9umJ847I/AAAAAAAAAE0/d5KTcOpjH_E/s1600/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9umJ847I/AAAAAAAAAE0/d5KTcOpjH_E/s320/IMG_0493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530699319369065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red is such an abrasive color. but it looks classic with tan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-7903233472167574981?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7903233472167574981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=7903233472167574981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7903233472167574981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7903233472167574981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/10/st-paul.html' title='St Paul'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD9vVbbB8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U8ln8rAYuLA/s72-c/IMG_0516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-7419857634347575566</id><published>2010-10-21T22:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:19:42.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duluth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD7bzZMd7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hCVFri0RliM/s1600/IMG_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD7bzZMd7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hCVFri0RliM/s320/IMG_0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530696797481891762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy's Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD7bO8SMkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o1E-p4jN4t0/s1600/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD7bO8SMkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o1E-p4jN4t0/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530696787696955970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD6I0iBUkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/58a5SMSPHEA/s1600/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD6I0iBUkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/58a5SMSPHEA/s320/IMG_0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530695371858203202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD6IivU9TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6eW9xkGjxno/s1600/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD6IivU9TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6eW9xkGjxno/s320/IMG_0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530695367082177842" 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/11726315-7419857634347575566?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7419857634347575566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=7419857634347575566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7419857634347575566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7419857634347575566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2010/10/duluth.html' title='Duluth'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/TMD7bzZMd7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hCVFri0RliM/s72-c/IMG_0449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-5595726634496304800</id><published>2007-06-10T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:38:07.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RmzCcfacT5I/AAAAAAAAABU/DNlgaRVtK7U/s1600-h/cat-me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RmzCcfacT5I/AAAAAAAAABU/DNlgaRVtK7U/s320/cat-me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074644674864238482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-5595726634496304800?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/5595726634496304800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=5595726634496304800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/5595726634496304800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/5595726634496304800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RmzCcfacT5I/AAAAAAAAABU/DNlgaRVtK7U/s72-c/cat-me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-1941835922097948971</id><published>2007-06-10T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:29:58.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/Rmy5b_acT4I/AAAAAAAAABM/kZtQCYeyUBc/s1600-h/cat-me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/Rmy5b_acT4I/AAAAAAAAABM/kZtQCYeyUBc/s320/cat-me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074634770669653890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-1941835922097948971?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/1941835922097948971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=1941835922097948971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/1941835922097948971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/1941835922097948971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/Rmy5b_acT4I/AAAAAAAAABM/kZtQCYeyUBc/s72-c/cat-me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-7710454731679244796</id><published>2006-12-09T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:36:25.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So someone made me add up how many car accidents i have ever been in.  Yikes!  I mean i had to add the ones that no one else ever knew about.  They sure do add up quickly.  all because I "tapped" the car in front of me.  Darn cell phone - trying to call my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im am working on at present - trying to relax and just trust people a little bit more.  we'll see how it goes. I think it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this look kinda sailor moonish.  I didn't think so but now that's all i see.  Doesn't really look like a photo of me does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RXp8gP8m4cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ri5XPwj76jM/s1600-h/Photo+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RXp8gP8m4cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ri5XPwj76jM/s320/Photo+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006450829254123970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i bought black hair dye, but im beginging to chicken out.  Or perhaps i just don't need to dye my hair a much as i thought i did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to "study" at borders today.  I felt like a 5 year old on sugar.  Didn't do ANYTHING.  Couldn't even read a novel, or look at the magazines!  So...because i really didn't do much today i decided to paint something!!!  Fun fun fun.  It is of course a picture of me.  I'm suppose to do one of vi, or maybe i should say ive been wanting to, but tying people down long enough to paint them is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw two adorable guys today.  one was the kinda older guy that works at borders, he's foreign, but i dont know where he's from.  He was sitting on a tiny stool with his nerdy glasses ridiculously hunch over a book with one of those JUMBO european chocolate bars.  If i had a camera i would have take a picture of him.  Second adorable person - I'm sitting at the table at borders trying to draw Sophie feeling like i had A.D.D. and sophie IS ACTUALLY STUDYING, so she's looking down at her book, and she is also wearing a scarf that she has wrapped around her next one too many times - So it was a  bad combo to draw - SHE HAD NO NECK.  I look out the window and there is this biker coming from the back of the borders parking lot.  He is this tiny, skinny little guy wearing blue spandex (bright blue!) and a little hoodie thing with the hood on and a ski mask.  There is a fence of bushes surrounding the parking lot and he's trying to get bye so he lifts his bicycle upside-down over his head and walks - pushes he way thought the bushes with his crazy little out fit.  It was just insanely out of place and made me want a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann, im already noticing things i need to fix on that picture.  Well, i think im going to try to go to bed...but im feeling a bit wired tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-7710454731679244796?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/7710454731679244796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=7710454731679244796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7710454731679244796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/7710454731679244796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-someone-made-me-add-up-how-many-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JkwaeuCL7R0/RXp8gP8m4cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ri5XPwj76jM/s72-c/Photo+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-5343789326397873691</id><published>2006-11-23T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:14:11.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boat - Allie and I had the day off - Soooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3563/1431/1600/446901/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3563/1431/320/852507/P1010016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3563/1431/1600/834503/P1010016b%20%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3563/1431/320/563793/P1010016b%20%286%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-5343789326397873691?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/5343789326397873691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=5343789326397873691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/5343789326397873691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/5343789326397873691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/11/boat.html' title='The Boat - Allie and I had the day off - Soooo...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-116167196939822497</id><published>2006-10-24T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:39:29.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/3746640-R1-023-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/400/3746640-R1-023-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL.  I WOKE UP AT FIVE THIS MORNING - FANTASTIC!!  I'm failing biology, ooppps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see a movie show&lt;br /&gt;found myself an empty row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta quit, sorta got fired from one of my jobs this week.  Im sure it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It called for two movies though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them eat cake, cookies, chocolate and Champaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prestige - holy moly - insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twos, sevens, jacks!&lt;br /&gt;twos, sevens, jacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vi is right it is Luke Wilson - I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;and Paul Newman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, last Sunday, what can I say, marriage, marriage, marriage.  BUT ACTUALLY IT WAS FOR LITTLE OLE SINGLE ME!!  What a great article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's a chef &lt;br /&gt;you think that's great&lt;br /&gt;just try to guess what's on your plate&lt;br /&gt;he mixes things&lt;br /&gt;and then he bakes&lt;br /&gt;why can't he stick to chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice left that cd in my car, YIKES, I actually listen to it a lot.  It's just such a trip down memory lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-116167196939822497?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116167196939822497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=116167196939822497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116167196939822497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116167196939822497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-116044987190719950</id><published>2006-10-09T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:11:11.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awww, vi in the violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Martha%27s%20Vinyard8%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/400/Martha%27s%20Vineyard4%202006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-116044965461994191?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116044965461994191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=116044965461994191' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116044965461994191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116044965461994191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-think-i-could-be-cuter.html' title='I don&apos;t think i could be cuter'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-116044895323235366</id><published>2006-10-09T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:55:53.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo...Boss number 1 found out about boss number 2.  and after the words, "How much do THEY PAY??"  She didn't say anything for a long time.  there just wasn't a way around telling her that wasn't a lie.  She really wanted me to switch my work days, but i told her i couldn't work on Thursday.  She's very tricky.  Before she tells me want she wants she asks me for my exact schedule.  THAN after she knows what i do when, she starts planing my free time around what she really wants which is me to work on days that would enable ME to potty train her new little dog.  A dog that she does not have yet and shouldn't be getting.  she's actually considering sneaking the dog into the salon that she works at,  "YEah" i told her, "no one will notice."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...twenty minutes later, she puts' on her best sulky face and puppy dog eyes and asks if im planning on leaving her.  I should have demanded a raise!   So... im listening to Oxford Collapse, giving them a try.  So far they sound alot like other bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!!  Sophie and i finally carpooled to school today.  We've been saying that we are going.  So, Sophie was actually ON TIME TODAY.  For some reason I thought her class started at 8am so i made us march out the door at 7:15 (my class starts at 9)!  I dont really know why she didn't speak up.  But we went out for breakfast, Yum.  I can be a morning person OR a night person - not both.  I was in Einstein's staring at this couple's drink thinking "oh, that ice tea looks good, i think i'll get that instead of coffee."  As Im walking out the door, I realize I KNOW THE PEOPLE THAT WERE STARING AT AT THAT TABLE drinking that iced tea!  They go to Longwood i think.  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time falling down and getting bruised hips, arms, knees would annoy severely, but why not embrace it every once in a while.  Never too old for slip n slide.  I can really see myself at 80 breaking a hip competing with young whipper snappers for farthest distance on a slip n slide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to turn that music off - it wasn't SPEAKING TO ME.  at all really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my old tape recorded .  It is a little one, with the midget tapes.  I found an old tape from my old old job.  The tape was of my boss practicing his speech, explaining to investors why they will never see their money again, UNLESS they "put their anger aside, and help find the solution."  = Invest more money.  What a job!  I swear he was practicing his stutter to make himself sound innocent and honest.  THEY FIRED ME.  Why?  They put me on the phones on a commission base pay.  It was a little out of their budget - retarded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orchid's not doing so well!  I loooovvvveee it so much!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my word of the day - MYOPIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearsightedness, or myopia, is a vision problem experienced by up to about one-third of the population. Nearsighted people have difficulty reading highway signs and seeing other objects at a distance, but can see for up-close tasks such as reading or sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myopia Symptoms and Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearsighted people often have headaches or eyestrain, and might squint or feel fatigued when driving or playing sports. If you experience these symptoms while wearing your glasses or contact lenses, you may need a comprehensive eye examination as well as a new prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, ive been looking up shady lyrics lately. wow!  actual lyrics are never anything like the ones I make up for the song because i dont know what they're talking about, (i think i like not knowing).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rambling.  Nite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-116044895323235366?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116044895323235366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=116044895323235366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116044895323235366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116044895323235366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-116025329461477964</id><published>2006-10-07T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:34:54.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man!  just couldn't find anything to eat today.  I walked in to a chinese place at 3:00 and the guy didnt come in 15 seconds so i stomped out.  I drove up to Tijuana flats then left.  Finally settled on microwavable thai soups!  I love those.  and newman's O, but that was not a good idea.  the first row didnt make it home.  And popsicles, but man, took me ten minutes to choose between tangerine or strawberry!  Finally I realized I can only eat three tangerine ones in one sitting, but strawberry - I can eat the whole box!  so strawberry!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the home phone KEPT ringing when i was trying to get my afternoon nap.  After three i had to answer it = had lunch with daddyO.  that was pre newmansO was i wasn't really hungry yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a younger crowd the other day.  They didn't know better when i said at 9pm "let's stop at starbucks."  i wasn't the pleasentest the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHRASES THAT ARE FOREVER NOW BANNED FROM THE SCHUMANN HOUSEHOLD: Get out of my room before i stab you with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle who is schizophrenic religiously goes to A.A. meetings because he CLAIMS he's an alcoholic.  hehe.  Everyone needs something to do on friday nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-116025329461477964?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/116025329461477964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=116025329461477964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116025329461477964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/116025329461477964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/10/man-just-couldnt-find-anything-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115802202412496465</id><published>2006-09-11T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:47:04.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEXAS TEXAS TEXAS</title><content type='html'>What a place!!!  It's a really lived in city.  And their music calendar paper thing is to die for!!!  (I would kill for some floss! - would you really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook um horns.  I was there for the big UT football game.  Man!!!  Two or three days before the game people start pitching tents in downtown parking lots.  They start staking out side walks in their lawn chairs DAYS BEFORE THE DAY!!  I finally asked what's with all these happy campers.  "SO THAT OHIO WON'T TAKE THE GOOD TAILGATING SPOTS" duh, why didn't I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so amazing I walk around 6th street Austin with all these thoughts inside my head and people all around me have no idea what's going on inside my head.  I passed a guy on the street with a plate with what looks like pizza crust on it.  Umm, I wonder what kind of pizza it was, I could go for some pizza.  The guy yells after me slightly disgusted, "DO ya WANT some??"  So maybe im a little more obvious than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does propaganda work?  Now I know!  I saw an imax theater production of Texas something or other.  And I found out that Texas is the center of the universe!  It was a very amusing movie.   It was part of the It's Not Bradding If It's True exhibition.  Just incase I didn't know how wonderful texas was that exhibit proves it.  No other state has a completely diamond covered Convertible to brag about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas really was fun.  It's a very non snobby city.  And there is always great music playing everywhere.  It's not too clean, it's lived in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115802202412496465?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115802202412496465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115802202412496465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115802202412496465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115802202412496465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/09/texas-texas-texas.html' title='TEXAS TEXAS TEXAS'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115741697139002158</id><published>2006-09-04T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:42:51.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy folks</title><content type='html'>Two days and two malls later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas = Sweet voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am miss gruff voice.  You don't know me - why are you sweet!  for you or for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two hours - two hundred dogs later - not one not at home and a breakfast invite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hondas are not the same as Harleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im either a workaholic or lazy, why can't I be in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my good hair days and my bad hair days, but I never thought of myself as someone "trying to make a statement" with my "burgundy" hair.  I think Oviedo may have spoiled me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV is calling me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115741697139002158?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115741697139002158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115741697139002158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115741697139002158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115741697139002158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/09/howdy-folks.html' title='howdy folks'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115690925858545813</id><published>2006-08-29T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:40:58.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/SARAHGOTH4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/SARAHGOTH4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115690925858545813?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115690925858545813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115690925858545813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115690925858545813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115690925858545813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115690224960033247</id><published>2006-08-29T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:44:09.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wanted glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/NINAGOTH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/NINAGOTH2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115690224960033247?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115690224960033247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115690224960033247' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115690224960033247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115690224960033247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-always-wanted-glasses.html' title='I&apos;ve always wanted glasses'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115688662591061991</id><published>2006-08-29T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:48:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2037.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2037.8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2037.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2037.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115688662591061991?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115688662591061991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115688662591061991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115688662591061991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115688662591061991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115578337884861671</id><published>2006-08-16T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:56:19.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When someone tells me something at 7a.m.  chances are that Im not going to remember it by 4p.m.  I study with these two kids that live near Leslie. come 4:00 I pick up the kids take um to Lesle's AND OH NO!!  Her house key isn't under the rock by her walkway like it usually is!!!!  WHAT TO DO!  I on;y have a little bit of time cause I promised I'd help al with her math home work from 5-6.  Well maybe we can study on her back porch.  I sneak around to the back and both porch doors are locked.  BUT WAIT!!  I've been watching alias for years now!!  I can get in.  Sticks don't work!!  Finally I found a piece of roofing shingle in the yard which was bendable so it curved and lifted the lock just swell.  So I run back to get spohie and the girl from the car.  We go into the porch and WHAT DO YOU KNOW - the sliding glass door was unlocked!!!!!  wow - one for the HS :)  Couldn't be more perfect!!  We study in the Wonderful aircondition and I get back home and help Al with her home work - man I was really patting myself on the back for my alias moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at the Greens, Leslie stops by and man have I got a story for her!!!  So she listens and gives me a look, then says, "But why'd you do that, I gave you the KEY this morning?"  DUH, she HANDED ME HER HOUSE KEY - I PUT IT ON MY KEYCHAIN!!  I did have her house key.  What the heck was all that about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115578337884861671?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115578337884861671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115578337884861671' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115578337884861671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115578337884861671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-someone-tells-me-something-at-7a.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115501489629196952</id><published>2006-08-08T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:29:20.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2020.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the 7th, no the 8th.  It has been an awesome week.  Too hurried for me to even appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so great that everyone is NOT like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second hand info is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second opinions are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your feet in a hurry for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefit of the doubt - Sometimes I think too much inside my head, doesn't everyone at times?  WHY bring up the past?  I was thinking too much inside my head the other day, actually several times this past week and I got a second opinion - which was in fact a DIFFERENT opinion.  it was totally not what I was expecting.  And for two different issues the opinion was the same "don't worry about, it's not your job."  There's always a reason why something gets around, sometime the reasons are in fact bogus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I should learn Chinese and move to China, and I thought, "Well maybe...why not."  I think I do believe in memes. or is it menes.  the evolution of an idea? yeah, nevermind, I can't remember.  Or should I say, "don't quote me on that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually trust people to do what I would like them not to do.  true, I may not be disappointed with that outlook - but it's not thinking much of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I in a hurry?  Why not stop altogether.  You feel so much lighter when an imaginary load is lifted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115501489629196952?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115501489629196952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115501489629196952' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115501489629196952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115501489629196952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-today-is-7th-no-8th.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115432729301662197</id><published>2006-07-31T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:56:23.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/P1010148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/P1010148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/P1010035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/P1010035.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2021.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards are abby's favorite!  So what kinda mouse am I?  Being a mouse would be pretty fun.  The mice are my favorite part of Cinderella.  I got to drive a SCION for three and a half hours!!!  It was great!!!  The two little boys are my cousins that I visited when I went to MASS.  They are great.  I don't think they keep up with my blog, but if you do I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115432729301662197?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115432729301662197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115432729301662197' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115432729301662197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115432729301662197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/cards-are-abbys-favorite-so-what-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115406245014612230</id><published>2006-07-28T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:41:31.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days - not bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%20176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%20176.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my blogging strike is over.  It was refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, Mass - achusetts was awesome.  Family is awesome.  They are different versions of you!&lt;br /&gt;And some company is just like family.&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I am a moody person.  It's not easy to admit (since I usually make fun of such people), but nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%20121.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to get pictures from MASS.  But I love the pic on the left because I think it looks like my cousin james.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to do the whole "If you haven't used it in six months throw it away."  That's so hard!! I truly know that I will need it, but it will be like six years down the road.  Alice wore pants last Sunday that MY MOM WORE WHEN SHE WAS IN PRINCTON!!  We're sure glad she held on to them!  I have a little shirt I got in Italy I plan on giving to my first niece or nephew!  (I really got it for alice, but it was too small for her)  It's funny how WE MAKE things MEAN SOMETHING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to shoot high.  You miss, you miss, at least you didn't sit in the A/C.  Antarctica has never appealed to me as a place to visit, but it's not bad to sing about.  Roofing tallyhho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new thing is: Going to sleep.  No more of this staying up till three thirty then waking up at six.  Yeah, anyone can survive on three hours of sleep, but then in the middle of the day your hands start to shake and you blame that on the CAFFEINE and you blame that on NO SLEEP!  Somethings going to change, So Good night.  AND MAN DOES IT FEEL GREAT TO BE BACK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115406245014612230?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115406245014612230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115406245014612230' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115406245014612230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115406245014612230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/17-days-not-bad.html' title='17 days - not bad'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115267058297832277</id><published>2006-07-11T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:16:23.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my new nickname: I would like to request everyone from now froward to please call me NeenerBean..er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115267058297832277?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115267058297832277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115267058297832277' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115267058297832277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115267058297832277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-my-new-nickname-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115265489835224888</id><published>2006-07-11T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:54:58.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The solutions for depression</title><content type='html'>a) buy a computer - or engage in some sort of online shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) drink some caffeine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) dye your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) go on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              (and never blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115265489835224888?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115265489835224888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115265489835224888' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115265489835224888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115265489835224888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/solutions-for-depression_11.html' title='The solutions for depression'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115250217316588895</id><published>2006-07-09T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:09:02.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%209.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one looks like Jereme's drawing, doesn't it?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's amazing!  Sunblock!  did you know if your hands are covered in tar all ya have to do it rub that stuff around a bit and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roofing was a blast.  Yeah it was just us three gals, so you one to really keep the peace.   But I must say it so freshing - hanging with the fam.  Violette says "north" and nina says "south' neither of us is right and sophie sleeps in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami - wow.  At moments we thought we were back in south America, other moments it felt like thailand, and other moments it felt like Hollywood (not that i've been, but ya know).  Something about rough neighborhoods - they feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the day soph has a...concern and decides to roof no more.  But finds a patio table and pulls out her biology book for some studying.  It was pretty cute.  And that is where she spent the rest of the day.  Not that she doesn't work.   We're all sorta workaholics when we do roofing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.  Violette was washing her hands in the hose and as a good sister sophie says something like "so Violette you're a plumber now."  Well, that's sister talk for - pull up your pants.  That flys over vi's head, but the five spanish people who really don't speak Englishs all that well bust out laughing - violette - clueless. today was definitely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures just crack me up - I had to share um.  Thom york - we'll see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115250217316588895?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115250217316588895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115250217316588895' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115250217316588895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115250217316588895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/second-one-looks-like-jeremes-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115249834410924883</id><published>2006-07-09T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:27:00.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115249834410924883?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115249834410924883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115249834410924883' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115249834410924883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115249834410924883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115195193160733579</id><published>2006-07-03T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:01:49.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Well, I may be mental, no, no,  just emotional." - Sunday comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is a very fine line.  I am typing soooo S L O W L Y.  I am trying very hard to type without looking.  I decided it is High time I learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115195193160733579?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115195193160733579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115195193160733579' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115195193160733579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115195193160733579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-i-may-be-mental-no-no-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115182893216500265</id><published>2006-07-02T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:28:52.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my other little sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Nina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/400/Nina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115182893216500265?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115182893216500265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115182893216500265' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115182893216500265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115182893216500265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-other-little-sister.html' title='my other little sister'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115182596388660526</id><published>2006-07-02T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:04:13.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/Photo%2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does driftwood have the right to say, "I win," when the tide throws it on to the beach it seeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see this post - it is not a secret post - sorry to dissappoint but im just trying to post this picture to use it as a profile pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumlocution - there's a word for Mandy and many others who instead of answering an asked question answers a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; question :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?  "It's not that I lie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to take the dares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low expectations can be superb.  You're hardly ever disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be anything but recreant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115182596388660526?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115182596388660526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115182596388660526' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115182596388660526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115182596388660526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/07/does-driftwood-have-right-to-say-i-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115092381254717681</id><published>2006-06-21T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:03:32.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/mail.google.com.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/mail.google.com.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a picture from JAcksonville last Saturday.  46 people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115092381254717681?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115092381254717681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115092381254717681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115092381254717681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115092381254717681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-heres-picture-from-jacksonville.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115034630548876898</id><published>2006-06-15T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:40:56.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my car</title><content type='html'>Here's just one more little funny car happening (if you haven't already heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Soph has had some car problems.  so I had to pick her up from the 7/11 where her car practically broke down and drive her to school.  So she really wasn't having a great day, I'll say she was a little sniffley.  So I drop her off where all the kids without cars hang out awaiting their rides.  Sophie climbs out of my car and is getting her bags out of my car when Oopps - she drops her Barnies lemonade and papers.  Sophie burst out in the loudest sob you have ever heard (which appears to be over some spilled lemonade) .  Then she picks up her papers, whips them against the side of the car the stomps off to class leaving the lemonade cup on the ground and the car door open.  Maybe you had to be there, but the whole thing was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ali and I are on our way home and I stop to vacuum my car.  Alice puts her purse and bookbag on the roof of my car and we drive off with them still on the roof.  Now, I'm a pretty safe driver as everyone knows (right?).  Everyone is honking at me!  I'm thinking WHO IS THE IDIOT THAT IS ABOUT TO CAUSE AN ACCIDENT!  Then we hear - Plop...Plop.  Then who happens to be driving next to me, but my very own mother who is waving fanatically (too bad I could find my window cranker thing I would have yell that I KNOW!)  So we turn around to get the stuff and the nice guy who was waiting to use the vacuum had also gotten in his car and was following us helped me pick up Ali's watchtowers post its tacts etc which was covering SR419.  There was one watchtower left in the middle of the road we were just going to leave (I didn't feel like dying or becoming a paralytic), but then this police man pulls up and STOPS TRAFFIC so I can get this beat up looking watchtower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a note to self.  Know when to say enough is enough.  Too much a a good the is Suchhhh a Paiiinn!  My legs will be sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way of knowing really how a person is doing is asking, and waiting long enough for them to respond.  A pause in a conversation can be so revealing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115034630548876898?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115034630548876898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115034630548876898' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115034630548876898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115034630548876898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-and-my-car.html' title='Me and my car'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-115024872079263110</id><published>2006-06-13T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:36:46.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You just wouldn't move</title><content type='html'>So I was driving myself to the book study (I was going to abbreviate that to BS, but that didn't seem right) so completely lost in my own thoughts that I fly right by Snow Queen going who knows how fast.  ANd I just keep going, and going.  Past Bob White and the BRIDGE!  I finally snap out of whatever I was in, a coma or something. I really step on it, I know that my family will already be there even though they left after me.  THEN...so the Campbell's road is rather curvey, I come around the little bend and there's THIS LITTLE  SQUIRE!  Stupid thing wasn't even trying to move, he was staring me down!  WELL, GUESS WHO WON??  I didn't want to hit it but I was just driving REALLY too fast.  ahh, exhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are soooo sore.  Alice's are too, and Avril's (Ave played volleyball though - that could explain her sore arms).  I've been trying to figure it out.  They weren't sore the day after roofing.  The only thing it could have been was trying to do that stupid worm move on the Campbell's floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends!  and reusable wrapping paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-115024872079263110?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/115024872079263110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=115024872079263110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115024872079263110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/115024872079263110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-just-wouldnt-move.html' title='You just wouldn&apos;t move'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114931637260990664</id><published>2006-06-03T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:32:52.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some weeks are just blah.  It's hard to say exactly why that is sometimes.  It seems like every other week.  huumm - I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have realized how good it feels to be official.  Officially anything is like having some sort of commitment - rare for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that picking wall colors is just as hard as picking hair colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so into things that I forget to just think about what Im doing.  Mowing the lawn with a self propelled lawn mower but never pulling the lever that starts the little;e automatic wheels for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you could just turn your brain off?  (If you're saying I already do that on a regular basis - you would be incorrect.  My brain becomes severely delayed, but doesn't shut down completely).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114931637260990664?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114931637260990664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114931637260990664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114931637260990664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114931637260990664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-weeks-are-just-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114836030708281274</id><published>2006-05-23T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:58:27.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for a jog today.  Some people are so inspiring and in such a haphazard way, I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love to drive, and not just because driver picks music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are such beautiful people in this world and most of them haven't a clue that they're one of them.  I'm almost afraid that telling them might spoil them - that's silly though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel at home in a coffee place - blackbird is quite the hotspot in Dublin Georgia.  I'm quite a coffee guppie really - That's the right word and I'll admit it (Ahhh, Take Your Time - one of my favorite thailand memories).  well, I have to change always to most of the time now that I really think about it.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say last week I was quite, um annoyed that my boss air conditioned the entire house except the room where I work, but today it was so pleasant.  The ceiling fan was on high, windows were open, and the stills were blaring.  My boss watched me clock out today and pick up my bag and then some how suck my into looking at picture of the garden tour she took this weekend for 35 minutes.  She just had such sad lonely eyes, it's impossible to walk away from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114836030708281274?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114836030708281274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114836030708281274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114836030708281274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114836030708281274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-for-jog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114792774772870801</id><published>2006-05-18T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:49:07.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be Silent</title><content type='html'>Some are fast learners and some are slow.  At the age of 22 I am beginning to learn that silence truly can be golden.  2 cents can be so much better spent if only you can hold on to them.  Such small triggers bring about such large clouds of mental gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all made in the same image - all of us.  Non of us can deserve what we have, or earn it, it was given - we had no part in that.  Who are we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want and discard the rest.  Reshape and reform, mask it, disguise it, say it quickly, slur the words - You think it makes a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day, but a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114792774772870801?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114792774772870801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114792774772870801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114792774772870801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114792774772870801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-me-be-silent.html' title='Let me be Silent'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114780893695473427</id><published>2006-05-16T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:07:18.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, a rainy tuesday.  I was going to go out today, but my alarm clock tolerance is getting worse.  I let the dog out for like three and a half minutes, then I look out side and his nose is in a hole and dirt is flying all over our front porch!  Now I have to give him a bath, he's disgusting, are pets really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roofing was pleasant.  I appreciate equitably arrangements.  Eggrolls - not so much.  The bathroom was...I don't know what.  Gasket, valve, something rother (we were on a mostly spanish crew) what broken - but only for like a hour.  who knows.  From on the roof though you could see another roof with like twenty five people standing around on a roof - must be the friends! So soph and I wondered over there to use the bathroom.  YOu know how they say you're seven people away from knowing everyone in the world.  Well, I think we're two away from knowing our 6 million friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting so antsy.  I actually have some free time, tuesdays and thursday!  I now know what Sophie and Avril regularly do from 10am to 2pm - eat, computer, tv, movie.  I really should learn from the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, most people know I've had a little trouble with the whole "what do you want to do for work" thing.  And bottom line is I don't know, I don't want to work!   So physical therapy is the idea of the week,  that or do a couple more classes so I'll have my A.A.  Anyways, I was talking to my dad yesterday and at the age of 50 he still hasn't figured out what he wants to do.  gosh, what a sick feeling that produced in my stomach.  People are never as different from their parents as they think they are.  I've been thinking about an article from a while ago on identity.  It really was so good.  Things are so temporary, I have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, but sleeping in till 10 is amazing.  It's hard to be a grump when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I've noticed.  If someone keeps telling you something over and over - you can start to believe it! Projection is such a scary thing.  People don't realize what they're doing.  GROWN - alright, I HAVE to wash that dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114780893695473427?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114780893695473427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114780893695473427' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114780893695473427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114780893695473427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-rainy-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114706106794952533</id><published>2006-05-07T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:04:27.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be kind to me or be mean&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;I'm an extraordinary machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved fiona apple songs.&lt;br /&gt;  a)  I always thought they relate to "me and my life"&lt;br /&gt;  b)  They are very fun to sing along to - sooo bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing seems to have tourettes or something, and hints of antisocial disorder, but still very endearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114706106794952533?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114706106794952533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114706106794952533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114706106794952533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114706106794952533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-kind-to-me-or-be-mean-ill-make-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114633001790521515</id><published>2006-04-29T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:08:44.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some day I'll figure out Iambic pentameter - but not today</title><content type='html'>But you were made of twisted nails&lt;br /&gt;All who tried to pull you apart&lt;br /&gt;Thought they knew the way&lt;br /&gt;Were torn at the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your messy way you are sincere&lt;br /&gt;As ugly and sharp as you appear&lt;br /&gt;I knew you had a soft side&lt;br /&gt;You would never show but try to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemy is yourself&lt;br /&gt;You lost every battle you fought&lt;br /&gt;But never the people you beautifully caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a caged bird that races for the open sky&lt;br /&gt;I should have said good bye&lt;br /&gt;But my heart became an anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't the worst, you'll never be the best&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be angry like all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've put a wedge in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you split it apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114633001790521515?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114633001790521515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114633001790521515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114633001790521515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114633001790521515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-day-ill-figure-out-iambic.html' title='some day I&apos;ll figure out Iambic pentameter - but not today'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114602388032831773</id><published>2006-04-25T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:00:28.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our "group" presentation was pretty funny today.  This on girl starts off by saying we did our project on 31 people.  7% of which laughed at us.  Now I know I'm pretty bad at math, cough, cough, right, so really bad at math, but 7% would have been like 2 1/2 people, right?  Stupid people should just be honest, or quiet about things they know nothing about.  (maybe i should make that a note to self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways - about a a week left of class - Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar class is already over though.  The one class I actually wouldn't mind going a couple more times.  I have no idea how a did in that class.  But my little performance piece was such a joke.  haha!! I laugh just thinking about it.  But I will pat myself on the back about one thing.  I MADE that class jolly.  That class was filled with depressed punk kids who wished they could play the guitar but couldn't, and a couple of moms going back to school.  The teacher really DIDN'T CARE if you sounded terrible, or talked in his class, or made stupid jokes - there was no structure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i don't take anymore classes, I think I need to take guitar II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this posting is not ambiguous at all.  rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cards, but not necessarily a "hand" of cards (nudge,nudge, wink wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, good times.  good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114602388032831773?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114602388032831773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114602388032831773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114602388032831773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114602388032831773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-group-presentation-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114547789815194869</id><published>2006-04-19T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:23:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had only an hour and a half to study in borders the other day.  So I took my tea to a corner where I wouldn't be distracted - the political science section.  I never even opened the book I NEEDED to study.  I had to see what Bush's Theocracy had to say (not much that was interesting).  Then Motorcycle Diary, Notes on a Latin American Journey popped out at me.  The first 40 pages were decent.  It's about two boys who were studying to become doctors decided one day to drive their motorcycle from Argentina to North America - a true story.  There's real black and white photos of them.   It's kinda a strange book, very few details.  But I haven't read too far into it, might turn out to be junk.  I won't know until my next visit to Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we don't have a dog anymore.  I really liked her.  Her owner, my dad's "friend" of questionable character, couldn't keep her where he was living.  Apparently not all parks allow dogs!  Anyways - she was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the air conditioning, but my skin has been soaking in the sun for some hours, I still feel it radiating from my arms - feels like summer.  It's a nice feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114547789815194869?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114547789815194869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114547789815194869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114547789815194869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114547789815194869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-had-only-hour-and-half-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114524579636731782</id><published>2006-04-16T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:02:17.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days and three roofs later</title><content type='html'>The tips of my ears are feeling it now - ultra violet rays.  Roofing this past weekend was great - capooling really is more friendly.   Schumanns have a problem with lateness.  As headlights shone in my window at 4 a.m. I really wished I hadn't hit that snooze button.  But I was glad I had slept in my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it went people surprise you.  Some mornings you just don't have any idea if it's going to be a great day or a drag your feet day.  Most of the time it doesn't even matter what happens, it's still what you make of it.  Other people can't tell the difference.  But when you're not really expecting much, and things turn out nicely - those are the best days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking 22 steps won't get you too far.  My room is about 22 steps away from the computer.  Seems sufficient for now.  Tomorrow reality will inform me that that's not much to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing reality means seeing responsibility, yuck.  I have yet to learn to appreciate responsibility.  I thought THAT was something that would come with time.  Apparently not, unfortunately not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114524579636731782?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114524579636731782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114524579636731782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114524579636731782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114524579636731782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-days-and-three-roofs-later.html' title='Two days and three roofs later'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114472225701386353</id><published>2006-04-10T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:33:44.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must admit I can relate, but I can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone played with matches when they were little. They're just so awesome! What's the best thing to burn? Paper of course. It burns so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you could just clean out that closet and get rid of all that excess paper junk you've been holding on to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of people burning their books when they're done with a class or something. I have yet to come across a book worthy of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes. Take him away and feed him!" -Pride and prejudice (Sometimes just getting someone out of your house, and out of your hands is an instant relief, no matter how nice the person is).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114472225701386353?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114472225701386353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114472225701386353' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114472225701386353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114472225701386353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-must-admit-i-can-relate-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114434625549605018</id><published>2006-04-06T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:57:35.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 80's make me laugh!  slightly gross and ridiculous, but so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet people make me curious.  You know their head is full of thoughts.  BUT WHAT ARE THEY!  And quiet people that keep their face expressionless scare me.  People need some sign of approval or disapproval,  One or the other is better than neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to say that I'm so special, that my situation is unique.  But we're all playing the same sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not in the 80's!  The songs were sad and miserable but surprisingly upbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't listen to any emo music anymore. Not that I was ever a fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize  it's just not my cup of tea.  TEA.  I had caffeine free yesterday at borders (my home away from home), it was a new flavor. very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing your pride feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: I don't really listen to 80's, just a couple of 80 ish sounding songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114434625549605018?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114434625549605018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114434625549605018' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114434625549605018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114434625549605018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/80s-make-me-laugh-slightly-gross-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114407587938538141</id><published>2006-04-03T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:51:19.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a short day at work.  I love computer problems!  My right arm sometimes feels like it gains ten pounds, it was like that last wednesday too, weird.   I was trying to pick up my pencil and I was just like, someone needs some caffeine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As funny as napoleon dynamite is and other such movies - well I believe there are people like that out there, but I don't know them.  sometimes hard for me to relate.  So I sometimes feel bad laughing, but I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep filing something it will overflow, and what a mess it makes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail polish looks good for what three days.  then starts chipping and looking trashy.  But if hold out long enough you'll find a nice medium that you can etch things into and it becomes easier to scratch it into shapes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114407587938538141?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114407587938538141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114407587938538141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114407587938538141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114407587938538141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-short-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114372959741306419</id><published>2006-03-30T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:39:57.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you know in older movies when the girl is all dressed up and has an arguement with a guy in a suit and throws her drink in his face.  He always deserved it.  It really wouldn't be such a big deal if they were at the beach, or just getting out of the swimming pool.  It's really all about the clothes.  It MESSED UP WHAT HE WAS WEARING.  Ok class started ten minutes ago.  To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114372959741306419?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114372959741306419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114372959741306419' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114372959741306419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114372959741306419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-you-know-in-older-movies-when-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114357918516592955</id><published>2006-03-28T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:21:11.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>so I have a soda in my bag. do I take it out and drink it? if i don't i know it will eventually spill. but the english tutor is in my view and for some reason he is serving as my conscience today. There's a a whittlesey approach (taking out a manual) and a schumann approach (finding a screwdriver). I realized how schumann I was last night. my dvd player stopped working so I took it apart, broke something, put is back together, and IT WORKED! That made my evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking from I very disappointing guitar class today and I recognized three little faces about 8 feet away. I put my noise up to the scc "gallery" glass and see Sarah Joe, Marga, and Violette. The snotty lady wouldn't let me in to get a better look, but it was definitely them. I find that photo so hilarious! I shall write nothing more on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home yesterday on my lunch break in search of legwarmers and only found kneesocks, I'm going to be a Doris and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or not, that is what i ponder - maybe I'll just settle for the freeze dried thai soup in my trunk. so i'm a picky eater, i know - only when i can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114357918516592955?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114357918516592955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114357918516592955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114357918516592955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114357918516592955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114223722264597474</id><published>2006-03-13T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:07:02.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2:42 is the perfect time for a turkey sandwich.  yumm.  man, my mind is so fired up , but nothing blog worthy!  I think sleeping pills might help.  For the past week I have not needed sleep.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid movie of the week:  Dany Deckchair. It's about a guy that floats away on a lawn chair that has lots of helium balloons attatched to it.  stinkin retarded hilarious.  but a only view if you'll laugh at anything mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid joke of the week:  Is chicken soup good for your health?  Not if you're the chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114223722264597474?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114223722264597474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114223722264597474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114223722264597474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114223722264597474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/242-is-perfect-time-for-turkey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114214475188020062</id><published>2006-03-12T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:28:38.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empty space.  Most of the time, a simple forcing of the brain can produce something to fill that awkward gap, but other times laziness dominates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditzyness.  So I realize some people think I can be a little ditzy sometime, or a lot of the time.  And I do realize that and it's not something I prize in myself by anymeans.   (This is not an appeal for a million people to write "but you're not ditzy nina" as comments - it's ok)  But just as a bit of defense for all those featherbrained people out there.  Everyone has different ways of coping with what everyday life throws at them - tiredness, annoying people, stress, lack of sleep.  Most responds are not fantastic.  But habits are hard to break.  If someone has been trying most of their life to make the best of things, not see and ignore the bad, and try their best to be jolly, it can be hard to turn that off somtimes.  True I believe living roughly in reality is far better than living happily in a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for anyone who may think such a thing, I am officially daring you to a battle of wits.  That's right, just you and me and my GUUUAARRRDDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114214475188020062?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114214475188020062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114214475188020062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114214475188020062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114214475188020062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/empty-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114186357835647296</id><published>2006-03-08T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:09:59.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, if you're reading this you've found my new blog address. I have no idea why I was watching the academy awards the other night - they're sooo boring. I think I had to find something to replace what I was suppose to be doing. Anyways. When I first created my blog we were planning our trip to Australia so thus the mrsheathledger (I understand that most never thought much of him, but in 10 things I hate about you he was quite the hotty) and the Call me Bruce for now (the monty python skit making fun of the aussies). So I did watch the awards and you probably don't know this or care, but brokeback mountain won a whole bunch of awards. The more awards they won the more times they would show little clips of the movie, the more times I would say "dear god, I have to change my blog address". So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, yesterday, what a day! It is so true, usually when a day starts badly, it continues that way. Well, I over slept about 20 min and woke up to the sound of my mother dear (not mother deer) (haha - i haven't gotten must sleep lately) yelling at the top of the stairs at my younger sisters. Well, it's not really a secret anymore, but Luna was bulimic. Avril and Alice are at present living like queens with the entire upstairs to themselves. Luna as was her custom (Ben I am using the word WAS - don't worry) threw up and the upstairs queens put a rug over it!! Now granted it was 6:15 A.M. so when my mom told Avril to get up and clean it she was less than eager to - well, she flatly refused to clean it at that time. So my mom quite out of her usual character (or not) was yelling about it, cleaning it herself, telling Avril that she was going to SAVE it and put it into her, and only her dinner, when she wasn't expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the vocal family I was not late for school. In fact, even though I slept in 20 extra minutes, I was still early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the "discussion" that was going on upstairs, I thought it best that I swing by Violette's between classes and barrow her guitar. so right before guitar class I run to vi's apt, but the key that she so generously have me to her apt WOULDN'T WORK! Ah frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't any point to guitar class without a guitar so I was going to skip. I like to skip class when I have something worth skipping it for. So I started calling people. Ahhh Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lateness - I was driving Alice to school around 11 today. The service group saw us. I think the only way to be rid of this "late" reputation is to start being on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders - 10am - 6pm today. I am so much more productive there. I just wish I was working on something worth being productive at. Not that 8 solid hours of math isn't productive - but it's not. I saw them clean the windows today! They looked beautiful afterwards! So I'm buying a guitar Thursday - that's tomorrow! I think I'm going to buy an acoustic. Although I do love electric, but I think acoustics are cheaper and more convenient. I'm really going for cheapest type thing. Because I know I might not keep this guitar thing up. I want to, but when my little class thing is over - well I just need that structure. Well, if I keep writing it's going to get really boring, not that it hasn't already. Ok buh, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114186357835647296?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114186357835647296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114186357835647296' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114186357835647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114186357835647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-if-youre-reading-this-youve-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114170091539230418</id><published>2006-03-06T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:20:59.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today no one was at work.  So I found the spare key in a spider infested boot and let myself in.  Work is sooo peaceful when I'm by myself.  but the house was really cold and I was a afraid to turn on the heat because I thought my boss would come home and yell at me about it.  THAT Just reminded me of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound retarded - but I was at a concert months ago and I was trying very hard to stay towards the front, because well - it's just more fun.  There was this guy standing next to us who was kinda annoying but who I chatted with a little.  During the little intermission thing he like leans and yells over to me if this girl who was trying to make her way to the front could stand next to us.  Well, I didn't really want some girl who I didn't know to use up valuable floor space, but I had chatted with that guy so I sorta felt like I had to be nice, so I said "alright, if she wants to stand right BEHIND me."  The guy leans over and rolls his eyes and in a lower voice says "have a back bone."   apparently this guy didn't really know this girl who was trying to squeeze her way to the front.  I was seriously floored!  Completely insulted because it was soo true what he said.  I was like in shock for days!  I seriously don't have a backbone sometimes, and this "nobody" totally knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that was that.  I left work early are ran over to borders to do some major studying (mid terms, next week).  Since they are discontinuing their coffee cards - they gave me a free one today.  And I also got their little rewards card thing.  Of course I can remember my email address just fine, but spelling it without writing it - spelling out loud makes me sound retarded - so I gave them my old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee made my rather jittery and anxious - or maybe that's the tests that are coming up - I'm not sure.  But I need to study about a fourth of my biology book so I'll be going  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114170091539230418?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114170091539230418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114170091539230418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114170091539230418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114170091539230418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-no-one-was-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114159789269669795</id><published>2006-03-05T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:14:30.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why email when you can just blog?  When you blog everyone can think you're talking about one thing or someone and really you're taking about something and someone completely different!  That mostly applies to other people's blogs - I usually am not that tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told.  People are dense.  And if they are not dense then they misinterpret ALL the time.   I don't know how many times I've said this, but so often I come home and have this feeling that I've been hanging around this really annoying person - and that person was MEEE!  People (and I) lack the ability to step outside ourselves and actually notice when that is happening (THAT being - the act of being annoying).  That is when we rely on our friends.  Life really stinks without friends (believe me I know! jk).  So thank goodness for friends who tells us when to shut up. Ahh feedback, without it things can get pretty uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna Update:  I am soo happy to say that Luna really has found a wonderful home.  At least for the time being - until she gets evicted in August (hint, hint, anybody).  She really is a snoby cat -pretty cats always think they're better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paragraph...what was it 17 became much clearer this morning - So did the fact that I am retarded.  Former, latter, previous, whatever the word, was talking about the previous Verse!!! not the previously mentioned definition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break!!!!  Next week.  Not much of a break really.  Minimum 100 hours this month - No excuses.  And I love my family dearly.  But service today with four schumanns was...well...the Chinese food was good, valvoline said "Take it to the dealership", Tire kingdom said "Come by tomorrow", The James' little baby is beautiful, Julia's hair now has a red tint to it,  Sophie has some - OH MY GOODNESS.  I totally forgot.  DO NOT PUSH YOUR OPINIONS AS IF THEY ARE FACTS - THEY ARE your OPINIONS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally did a call in the projects today and as we're leaving there are all these vultures eating a cat.  Poor thing looked terrible - all eyeballess.  THEN, the birds start, prepare yourself this is gross, they start pulling like five feet of intestines out of what's left of this cat.  Violette slams on her breaks and someone(who happens to be in a photograph class) whips out of the car  to take photos.  Somedays you're just not in the mood for that and I mentioned that to our little car group.  And apparently I was not appreciating ART.  now if you think that is cool - that is your OPINION!  Please do not say that something is wrong with MEEE.  Man I feel gross just thinking about it.  THEN, they were all like "what, is nina sad", YES!!!  But of course, how could I keep up my meanest Schumann title if I sulk over a cat.    anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114159789269669795?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114159789269669795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114159789269669795' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114159789269669795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114159789269669795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-email-when-you-can-just-blog-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114106825700403804</id><published>2006-02-27T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:34:52.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna needs a home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC110027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC110027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC110029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC110029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want a beautiful rat like cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a couple of bad personality traits, but nothing too serious.  She bites but only to let you know she's hungry, she scratches, only because she likes to use you as a climbing toy.  She vomits, will eat only expensive brands of wet cat food -and it must be whipped.  Must sleep under covers (that's a plus) and will dig a hole through your blanket till she's under it. oh yes,  she has some sort of eye disease (but that's really a plus as well - it makes her wink all the time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But SHE'S SOOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures visit &lt;a href="http://darncat.blogspot.com"&gt;Alices cat blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;. (please ignore the picture that make luna look like a cancer patient, she's perfectly healthy)&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/11726315-114106825700403804?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114106825700403804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114106825700403804' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114106825700403804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114106825700403804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/luna-needs-home.html' title='Luna needs a home!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114075485263669148</id><published>2006-02-23T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:35:29.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/ninas%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/ninas%20hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114075485263669148?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114075485263669148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114075485263669148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114075485263669148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114075485263669148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-114075390959510050</id><published>2006-02-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:18:15.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hello, HELLLLO!</title><content type='html'>A day without a speeding is always a good day.  Tis true I always get lost, bit I always get there.  By the way arctic monkeys(a very stupid name) is a very decent band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/P2160028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/P2160028.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/P2160031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/P2160031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-114075390959510050?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/114075390959510050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=114075390959510050' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114075390959510050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/114075390959510050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-hello-hellllo.html' title='Hello, hello, HELLLLO!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113987307614569831</id><published>2006-02-13T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:24:36.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La dee da, another day at work.  Look guys, I still haven asked for Friday off - I kept waiting for a good moment  - It didn't come.  She almost cried when she was talking about how far away her kids lived.  And she spent all day stressing out over taxes.  Then the dentist called to say she missed her appointment - woe potty mouth.  I am tired of work, it's so bbbllaahhhhhhhhhh.  And I hate all taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am kicking myself out of a band, that's right.  I appreciate it boys, and I see that you guys are too nice to kick me out yourselves, so i'll do it for ya.  KICK!!  all done.  hopefully some other point in time.  Thanks.  I'm back to "ship to my lou" - yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113987307614569831?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113987307614569831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113987307614569831' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113987307614569831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113987307614569831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-dee-da-another-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113935614569121543</id><published>2006-02-07T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:49:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was at the pound though there was this little boy and his mom.  They came in with their dog, to get rid of it, becouse it got in a fight with another dog.  The little boy was sooo cute though.  He was crying so hard, then the mom started crying, then I starting getting all teary eyed.  Yeah that's the end of that story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little side point:  I haven't read blag lately, and I think it's for the best.  When ever I read a general complaint I AWAYS THINK IT'S ABOUT ME!!  So if anyone has a complain for me or some constructive critiism or something like that - just tell it to my face please.  I hate getting that paranoid feel when reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -that means plural right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113935614569121543?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113935614569121543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113935614569121543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113935614569121543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113935614569121543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/while-i-was-at-pound-though-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113935498670608327</id><published>2006-02-07T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:34:21.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ah today today. It has been way toolong, yeah i'm too tired to put a space between too and long. My day starts toooo stinkin early and I'm such a procrastinator I always do homework at two in the morning the night before (even though it is actually the morning). So I'm ridiculously tired, I am finally driving home when "JUNK" I forgot about our cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I know you're tired of hearing about our cats, but Dandys been in the pound for like five days, and I had too pick him up, or he would get executed or something. So I call &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; furiously mad to get the directions, no actually I wasn't mad yet. Anyways &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; won't call the place to get me directions - Even though it's her stinkin cat, I'm still a little mad I think you can probably tell. So I'm driving around &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Sanford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; looking for it (and no it is not the same place that I dropped all those cats off a long lime ago!!!) So as I'm calling and yelling at ally for being completely unhelpful, she tells me there was another message on our machine saying the pound had ANOTHER one of our cats, Kitty Cow. Totally ridiculous day. The whole time I'm just kicking myself in the foot. If I had never bought those stinking collars the cats would have just disappeared - how easy is that. The cats were cute in the car though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW!!!!! Now I am REALLy Mad since Writing the above &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; has informed me that she would rather have the $$70 than her cat!!!! That is the last time I do something nice for her!!!!! at least for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so manipulative!!! C-ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113935498670608327?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113935498670608327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113935498670608327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113935498670608327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113935498670608327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah-today-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113796911631747290</id><published>2006-01-22T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:31:56.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Total defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pet smart - finally. I bought three collars, and got little name tags engraved so allie could pick her favorite cats and then tomorrow I was going to call animal control. It turned out to be a bigger ordeal because they couldn't accept my passport as an identification, and I had to write I check because I lost my driver's license and credit cards. So eventually after a while I was like FINE I pay you in cash, but it was the cash I put aside for that girl who stalks me at school for money. So I get out the cash and it's still not enough - stupid things were over thirty dollars. And I really wouldn't mind EXCEPT THEY WONT FIX AROUND OUR FAT CATS NECKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the pretty pink one on dandy - on the looses loop and he started growling and walking in circles. I could barely put my finger under it to loosen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day - and I thought for sure my license would be at borders, now I'm getting a bit worried.  Family dinner calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113796911631747290?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113796911631747290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113796911631747290' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113796911631747290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113796911631747290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/total-defeat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113778384959482134</id><published>2006-01-20T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:04:09.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love sneezing, but I can't blow my nose in public. I don't know if I have a cold or not. Right before I left my house today I found a little tester bottle of perfume. I spayed some on my left sleeve, BUT IT SMELLED REALLY ODD AND Yucky, like it had been under that couch for ten years!! But I had to get to work so I left with that same shirt on. At work I keep smelling that nasty smell and I start sneezing and blowing my nose every two seconds. There are no Kleenex where I work so I up TP and it's just not the same you know. So I'm on my lunch break now, I changed my shirt and I'm bringing my own box of kleenexes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113778384959482134?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113778384959482134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113778384959482134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113778384959482134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113778384959482134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-sneezing-but-i-cant-blow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113778316785436940</id><published>2006-01-20T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:52:47.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why don't Indians celebrate halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they took away the Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the adverse effects of caffeine, is it worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113778316785436940?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113778316785436940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113778316785436940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113778316785436940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113778316785436940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-dont-indians-celebrate-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113762737146213718</id><published>2006-01-18T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:53:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well</title><content type='html'>What's so wrong with being obvious? so it makes you aittle more vulnerable, but if you trust people to me nice - who cares? Second motives. You Think you're so slick, But actually you're just being annoying - you are actually being more obvious than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113762737146213718?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113762737146213718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113762737146213718' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113762737146213718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113762737146213718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113752217696829226</id><published>2006-01-17T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:22:57.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I  just lost my post.  Man I hate that.  But what I was talking about was that I had discovered morning as a new late night.  What I mean is, people stay up because they don't have anything schedualed and you get first dibs on things, and the house is nice and quiet.  However, now I need to go for coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was typing this the first time something freakish happened.  I was talking about this girl that I owe $30 and I KEEP BUMPING INTO HER.  She lives in the main hall!!  Well as I was typing that (the first time)  she walks past me opposite the computers.  She is now two computers away - sitting like looking at me now so I really do have to go.  If it's going to be like this all semester I really should just caugh up the money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113752217696829226?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113752217696829226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113752217696829226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113752217696829226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113752217696829226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-just-lost-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113713310788765453</id><published>2006-01-13T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:18:27.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/dsfhgshgfsd%20%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/dsfhgshgfsd%20%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I meant to write a quick post and go to bed, but I sat down at the computer desk and there lying on the desk was Teen people magazine. Anyways, I've finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it is so nice being at the same campus as Sophie. This afternoon I was sitting on a bench with my stuff spread out everywhere, I didn't really have time for lunch so I had just consumed a pack of starburst - the rappers littered beautifully over every thing around me. Sophie comes up, takes a look at what I was eating and PULLS A PB&amp;amp;J out of her bag and hands it to me!! It was an extra!!! ahhh, sister can be so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huum, what to talk about.......................Oh yeah!! I don't watch that much tv, really, but I just watched this show called Raising Cain. It was really good. Basically it was a bunch of interviews of innercity boy (in Boston) who had really messed up lives. I can't remember if it is 40% of boys in the us or 40% of boys living in Boston do not grow up with their biological father. So basically there are all these boy that don't have any one teaching them how to be a man. It's sad, , sad then they start interviewing kids from Sudberry, which is where my family is, and the room is filled with kids with super supportive families - it just showed such a difference. Then it showed a little these Sudberry kids playing football with Newton South kids which is the high school that my mom went to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the show was finally over I go to the kitchen to get some whatever, well apple juice if you must know, where I bump into my mother who was also watching the same show in her room. I wonder if Violette was also watching it. It is freakish that you posted that fiona apple song on your blog vi, I was singing that song like all day, and then wham!! You were too and I hadn't talked to you at all. Anyways. That's the end of that story, I should sign off real quick before I start another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing - PEOPLE PLEASE DON"T STOP BLOGGING!!  That what I do from 1am -2 am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey did I mention, I dropped my painting class.  It's just not new and exciting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who influenced me to get starbucks late Wednesday afternoon, but I stayed up ridiculously late and missed my 8 o'clock class the next morning - next I will be strong and resist the temptation!! or not. Alrighty, good nite!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113713310788765453?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113713310788765453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113713310788765453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113713310788765453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113713310788765453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-i-meant-to-write-quick-post-and_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113693044132220690</id><published>2006-01-10T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:00:41.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hum, what to say...I woke up with a frog in my throat. First day of school, YEAH! yeah right. Last night I had the brilliant idea of going to the book store at scc and buying some books. Well I thought I would just pop the library and check my email real quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well I didn't have any emails so out of sheer boredom I start flipping through the scc catalog. And I start thinking WOW my don't I take another painting class. I know I'm not really very good, but I really do like it. So, I drop the anthropology class (which actually counted towards my A.A.) and signed up for painting. I run to the book store and IT CLOSED LIKE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I GOT THERE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So as I'm trying to get to sleep, much later that night, I figure out I really don't want to take a painting class, but by that time the anthropology class was filled up and I couldn't get back in. SO...today was the first day of a very mixed up day, which included - a painting class, which I am mostly certain that I will drop later tonight. It's funny, as sure as I was that I wanted to sign up for that class, I am equally as sure that I don't want to be in it. I would kill to be in the ceramics class, but that's at night - too bad. Anyways, because of my ill planning I had no time for lunch. hhuumm...maybe I don't want to be in that painting class because it;'s from 11-1:15. I don't know, I just all of a sudden, don't feel any desire to be in that class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All right enough with that boring story. SOmaybe not everyone gets as much enjoyment out of the, what's it called again..you know that"blue" personality book. haaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I found a strange bruise on my wrist yesterday, wonder what that's from, and my left thigh is killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ha, my biology teacher was going on and on about the different cultures in our class today, he kept telling me I was Irish, and I kept telling him I wasn't (now that I think about it, I realize that my grandma's family was Irish immigrants to Australia) but I kept telling him that I am NOT IRISH, but he kept pointing to my reddish hair and telling us how red hair show aggression and anger, so finally I was like LOOK BUDDY I DYE MY HAIR. Hha, um I forgot why I started that story. a bit anticlimactic, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Question to my readers:  How long can you go without taking a shower??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113693044132220690?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113693044132220690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113693044132220690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113693044132220690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113693044132220690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2006/01/hum-what-to-say_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113608223837337330</id><published>2005-12-31T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:37:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much dirt can you pact onto a pair of jeans?</title><content type='html'>I know now I do not care for landscaping. Today started toooo early. I was waiting by the front door at 2:45 with my cup of tea wearing my old cashmere sweater filled with hole - I love that sweater. Rarely can you get something so nice filthy and not feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and another sister were assigned to hose off a stump! At first I had my suspicions that they were just trying to keep us occupied, but not so - that was a very difficult job that lasted hours, and the hose was huge and heavy - I will never become a fireman. The best is yet to come though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the afternoon we set out to plant a bunch of huge palmy things all around the trailer for relief work so it is not visible (btw this is at the Ft Lauderdale Assembly hall). Anyways, this little French man and a brother set about this task by jumping on one of those mechanical yellow digging machines. Well what do you know...They dig up a waterpipe! The little, I really should say short (he wasn't that little) man was already on a crane thing putting a ten Ft palm in the hole. So you know the French people from Monty Python with the "ridiculous accent"? This guy stepped out of that movie - hilarious. So he's twenty Ft in the air maneuvering this ten Ft tree that is hanging on a chain, moving it into the hole that is now filling up with water. "it'z an ol pipe" he says and plants the tree. So Eve, that's his name, continues to dig with his backhoe thing, and he digs up and brakes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another pipe&lt;/span&gt;! So the young plumbers were not finished tracing the other broken pipe when, the little French guy yells "I zink it'z a nutter pipe." So we actually have to turn some water valves off. I hope this isn't boring you, because I'm NOT FINISHED. So me and these other guys are digging and digging so that pipe can be replaced. So while we're digging the little French guy is determined to get all these trees in the ground, so his big shovel machine is digging three feet away and....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................He hits &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another pipe!&lt;/span&gt; What a productive day! The first pipe that was broken turned out the be old and unused, and we fixed the second one that was broken and they're probably finished fixing the third one by now. It really was hilarious. Eve, although not the best on the backhoe, is so nice. I was I circuit overseer, I think for the French congregations, and he's been the caretaker at the assembly hall for ten years. Well, that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Swing flips kick butt!!!! Boys, I am soo proud of you guys. I don't think I would do them anywhere except over grass. But They're sOooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone has heard Clap your HAnds Say Yeah could you let me know if it's junk.  I'm trying to download it, but I think it's going to take ten years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113608223837337330?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113608223837337330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113608223837337330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113608223837337330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113608223837337330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-much-dirt-can-you-pact-onto-pair.html' title='How much dirt can you pact onto a pair of jeans?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113506379572923788</id><published>2005-12-20T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:59:21.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PHOT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PHOT0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PHOT0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PHOT0086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I went to Boston and didn't get home until this after noon, I had a heck of a lot of work to do this afternoon. I actually just got off!! 1 AM!! I am not one to be afraid of the dark, but let me tell you - the back woods of Chuluota is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCARY!  &lt;/span&gt;My boss lives IN A JUNGLE. If I screamed NO ONE WOULD HEAR. Since she's off on vacation I had to lock up her house and turn off the lights. So as I'm walking out to my car, my arms full of packages of towels for the salon and paper work and all my stuff (cds, sweater, tea cup) -it is completely BLACK. And it's super woodsy, and she has a boardwalkish porch which I am tripping on, these freakish yellow lights hidden in the grass turn on all by themselves. They're not bright enough to light anything up, just make me scream a bit and sprint for my car. And doesn't it always seem likes it's when you really want your keys when it take FOREVER to get them into the keyhole. Anyways, I'm home safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Boston, I don't know if I would really fit in there now, but I have so many good memories there. As we were driving to the airport this morning my mom and grandpa were talking in the front seat, we pasted Newton were we lived when I was little. 11 Irvington st Newton MASS. I learned that the same time I learned to write my name. We didn't go by and see the house, we had to get to the airport. I don't think I would have wanted to anyways, my grandpa said it had been painted red. Red, my favorite color- yuck. Not on our old brown house - I think if I had seen it it would have messed with my memory. I remember, jumping on the bed in my room, which was on the third floor explaining to my school friend that she could not wear her shoes on the bed, but I could because they were jelly shoes and they did not collect dirt, only small pebbles! And we jumped forever on that queen size bed -what fun.&lt;br /&gt;I remember we were fighting about something, I think I was four or five, me and Violette, because we were sharing a room and my dad got a hammer and nails and a bunch of blankets and nailed them to the walls and across the room. At that moment we knew we had the coolest dad in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the kinda stuff that's been on my mind. Last night there was a family dinner with a lot of relatives. The Whittleseys are so funny -very intense and everyone always has something fascinating to say. Not always fascinating to everyone else, but I suppose the best way to fascinate someone is first be fascinated yourself. My mom made the comment that it would have been even more intense if my other aunt had been there (that is in no way an insult, Whittleseys love intensity) and I must agree, the more Whittleseys you put in the same room the more intense it becomes. Makes me wonder what my crazy family's going to be like in twenty years. My uncle was talking about how some movie was pretty crummy and that starts the Cool Hand Luke impressions, my grandfather starts pretending to be swallowing eggs, and my grandma even throws in a couple of lines. My grandpa is such a character. Him and my mom are a lot alike, she's just less structured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the kingdom Hall that Sophie went to. It's really small and friendly. The conducter called on me by name even though we got there right before the meeting. I went there a couple of times seven years ago and I remember they called on me by name then too, they must ask around during the meeting or something. After the meeting everyone wanted to know how Sophie was doing, I always said "She's doing really good" or "great." My mom, ha, she's so funny. So there's like seventy people that asked the exact same question (how's Sophie) and every time someone asked it she would pause , have a meditative look on her face and say something like, "Well" pause, pause, pause (like she was REALLY thinking about it) and say, "She's ok." Then she would look slightly up as if she was still thinking about it , then say, "Yeah, she's doing alright." But she did that like SEVENTY TIMES! She can be quite the actress, yet at the same time extremely sincere. I think she wanted people to know that Sophie was missing everyone in that hall. Man, I've never heard so many nice thing said about Sophie before. Older sisters would come up with huge smiles and a glaze over their eyes saying, "you're Sophie's sister?" And then give my a big huge. Needless to say a very sweet congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I bought some canvases the other day. Yippee. You know what's kinda bothering me. Nevermind. I think I just realized how weird blogs are. I feel like I'm writing to space. THERE ISN'T A PERSON THERE! I know someone will read it, but you just send it out there, to who knows where. Luna is being so good. I threw her out of the house when I started this and then she came back - IN UNDER TEN SECONDS! There's some hole in the attic. Now she's curled up in my lap, but her breath does stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAha, so Cathy Oh is staying at our house because her parents are somewhere. This morning on the way to the airport Ally says, "opps mom, I forgot to ask, um Cathy's gonna stay with us, that's alright, right?" Mom then turns to me, "Well, I'm hardly home, is that alright with you Nina?" Ok that's not what I was going to say. What I meant to say is that she , Cathy is so adorable. My mom usually talks the the cats while she does her bills and paper work at night. At least, we say it's the cats she's talking to. So anyways, my mom is talking and talking, and usually, she only has the cats, but because Cathy decided to do a puzzle in our dining room (no cable) my mom talked to her, and Cathy just sorta listened and laughed at EVERYTHING. I don't know why, they were just so cute in there. Alright, that was retarded, I'm going to bed before I say more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113506379572923788?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113506379572923788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113506379572923788' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113506379572923788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113506379572923788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113488069978133367</id><published>2005-12-17T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:38:19.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>I’m sitting in the basement – I love basements, I always have.   So here’s a little run through of my day.  We woke and had some breakfast with the fam then ran outside.  Ahhh snow..there was , I don’t really know, probably seven inches.  I was wearing snow boots up to my knees so I stayed pretty dry and cozy.  There is a little pond in the front of the house so Ally and I though we would see if it had frozen through.  Well, about two step out it started cracking , oopps.  So when we went in for luch we were told something something, irrigation, something fish and frogs, don’t crack the ice!  Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to see the famous five and dime were Sophie worked. Grandma, mom and I.  I started talking to one guy who worked there named Josh.  I was like “oh did you know Sophie,”  He was like “sophie, sophie, ah yeah.”  I was like “yeah I’m her sister” blah blah.  I walk out of the store and into a knitting store next door.  Soph calls me back and I told her Josh said hi, but she swears she knows no Josh!  Anyways, out of the knitting shop, btw yarn is expencive!  And into the little health food store.  I really like little stores with sidewalks in front of them that you can just walk from one to the other.  You know, they have glass doors with bells on them and all that.  Then it was dinner at Aunt Suzy’s at FOUR!  Well, I really believe that my family has passed down a late gene to me.  So four oclock rolls by, four thiry, people are moving slowly, one person still watching the game, another on the phone.  No one was really planning to be there at four or four thirty, or even quarter to five.  So eventually we do get there, everyone swearing they were just waiting for everyone else to get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner was really wonderful and dessert included mochi covered ice cream. It was interesting.  We were loaded up with snow pants, and jackets as we left and on the way to the car Ally and I rolled in the snow one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sledding tomorrow!!! This is going to be a short, but deffinately a sweet trip.  Like sweet and short, not like sWeeeeet, that word bothers me, I don’t know why.  C ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113488069978133367?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113488069978133367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113488069978133367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113488069978133367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113488069978133367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/boston_17.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113449100110741919</id><published>2005-12-13T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:23:21.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Kevin have competition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/NP33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/NP33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, better watch out,  your "The Hair Guy" title may be swept away and given to this gal.&lt;br /&gt;I just found this in Soph's camara. heehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113449100110741919?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113449100110741919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113449100110741919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113449100110741919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113449100110741919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/does-kevin-have-competition.html' title='Does Kevin have competition?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113448899197096626</id><published>2005-12-13T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:07:56.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who have never met my dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC120020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC120020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little self portrate of my dad, painted by, well, himself. It is proudly displayed in our house. One thing I always appreciated about my family is if you created a "piece of art" we would always find a place for it on the wall. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple Tree&lt;/span&gt; (oil on canvas) by our stairs. Dear family members and friends, I just wanted to let you know that I REALIZED it's not good! Of course, it's not good, I painted it when I was , I don't know, nine. But I have never heard anyone says it needs to be taken down! Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Fat Naked Lady&lt;/span&gt; (acrilic on canvas) by the computer has been there over a year, except for that brief time when Avril hid it when her friend was coming over. I've never heard anyone complain about the ugliest painting of Violette I have ever see, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ugly Violette &lt;/span&gt;(painted by avril, watercolor) which has been in the kitchen for what, three years? Avril, you really made her look spanish and overwieght. Alice's demon cat sculptures stare at me while I type. Sophie, well it would be difficult to take her "art work" off the wall, because...well, she draws ON the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is still Tuesday, and it is still AM, and I am still in my pjs.  I am really loving today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with today, today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113448899197096626?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113448899197096626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113448899197096626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448899197096626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448899197096626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-those-who-have-never-met-my-dad.html' title='For those who have never met my dad'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113448720704721149</id><published>2005-12-13T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:20:07.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC120019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC120019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No more Violette.  What do you mean this room isn't big enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Violette is really gone and we do feel he missing presence all around us. Now that my mornings are not sent frantically looking for HER keys to move HER car because she always parked behind me in the driveway, I don't know what to do with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably already know Sophie just got a new camera, which I am enjoying verymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scan some old pictures into the computer, but I couldn't post them. I picked out the ugliest baby pictures of us - but I'll work on that later I guess. I slept in this morning and MAAAaaannnn does it feel fantastic!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113448720704721149?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113448720704721149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113448720704721149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448720704721149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448720704721149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-more-violette.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113448312002936777</id><published>2005-12-13T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:06:47.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC120010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC120010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized I should put up some after shots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113448312002936777?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113448312002936777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113448312002936777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448312002936777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448312002936777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/ta-dah.html' title='ta-dah'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113448099439965185</id><published>2005-12-13T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:36:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC110009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC110009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/PC110008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/PC110008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here are some pictures of my room. I don't have a very big room, but I have a lot of junk. I try to throw stuff away, but I can't! So Sunday night I decided to give it a good cleaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113448099439965185?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113448099439965185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113448099439965185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448099439965185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113448099439965185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113434583258788957</id><published>2005-12-11T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:43:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rbc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/1600/NP20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/NP20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made it home for another Sunday family dinner so I am not in the dog house. Although if I was in the dog housse ours would be pretty bad - It sits on granite stones and tips over. You know, it's for all the dogs we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am an inpatient person - and get bored wayyy tooo fast. That's something I'm going to work on right now. At the rbc project, I realized I have such a low tolerance for slow moving, standing around people. But I don't want to be that way - makes me kindda presumptuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foam - it's great because it's soo light. You can walk around with a ten foot piece of foam, look real strong, and it weighs like a a pound and a half. One thing I did with soph today was push some foam (the boarders on the side of the building) into the corner of the roof and the wall - Oh my goodness, we felt like our arms were going to fall off after ten minutes!! all in all - it was fun, and unexpectedly chilly - thank goodness for my four shirts. thanks - will return later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved violette out into her apt yesterday. It's a very nice place. I am looking forwaad to...to..living on their coach. Just kidding, but not. Well family dinner is starting so ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back from dinner. You know what else, I love roadtrips. Almost all my memories of long car rides are wonderful. Even the Alaskan highway in a small van, seven suitcases, seven people, and a spare tire, which was switched out for a flat tire - is a great memory. I really haven't gone too far, but soph and I have gone to Georgia and Miami a couple of times - and it's just such a free feeling. So many different directions to go. haah. As Sophie and I contemplated our happy memories, we did realize that on our little expeditions- I ALWAYS do ALL the driving - but the truth is I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more house sitting for me - I'm back in my our bed - does feel nice. and I feel so free being away from cable and that large screen tv - I just HAVE to watch it when I'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113434583258788957?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113434583258788957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113434583258788957' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113434583258788957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113434583258788957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/rbc.html' title='Rbc'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113405373141601513</id><published>2005-12-08T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:55:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Classes are done for this term!!! I just had my last exam (math, arr) Ok it is true. I get seriously addicted to things. I'm not a big tv watcher, except for lost (it's a social thing, I feel like I'm out of the loop if I don't watch it) Anyways, I'm housesitting again. So they have cable and a large screen tv. AND I'm watching tv non stop. When was it, Sunday, Alice and I watched tv ALLL day! The studies I hato do in the morning cancelled, and we had stayed up really late the night before - WATCHING TELLY. I think I will be happy to be back in my mildewy room with my little tv that I never watch, but do appreciate (some one gave it to me, thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think makes someone a good friend? When you start talking nonsense, are completely annoying and they don't hold it again you. That's right, by 2:30 yesterday, I think I stopped speaking English and started to speak gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm going to MASS in two weeks, so much for my 120. Haha - thought I was going to church! Massachusetts that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113405373141601513?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113405373141601513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113405373141601513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113405373141601513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113405373141601513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/12/classes-are-done-for-this-term-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113262834412785943</id><published>2005-11-21T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:59:04.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday was extremely long, but it felt like about 5 and 1/2 hours long. Still itchy. The only time being a girl stinks is on a construction site or cite, no no site. If there's nothing to do I sit down, but then I feel like a lazy "girl". Not that I want to be one of those tough construction girls, because frankly they scare me and always look like they are trying to prove something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got pretty dirty working on a kingdom hall.  I do love getting dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an unwanted visitor at our house today. I was warned about this person so I said I wanted nothing to do with this little visit session, but what I didn't think about was that if I did not answer the door, someone else would have to. Seems simple enough, I know. but glorious hindsight. So I sorta push a nasty job of entertaining onto someone else. I need to be a better big sister. I meant I'm a fine sister, but "big" sisters should, i don't know, take a couple falls for younger ones - instead of ducking out, or not caring. humm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abstract and ambiguous are very much alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit is eager, following through though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113262834412785943?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113262834412785943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113262834412785943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113262834412785943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113262834412785943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-so-yesterday-was-extremely-long-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113207370381885722</id><published>2005-11-15T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:55:03.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok so what's new, not much</title><content type='html'>Headache emerges - too much caffeine again. you know when you look back and think you should have done something differently. You know what's worse, looking back and wishing you had done something differently, but having the chance and no greater insight. Knowing you didn't figure anything out - and you'd make the same mistakes over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice saying "well at least I learned something." There is nothing consoling in thinking - "man that stinks, but what else is new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, that sounds confusing and a bit depressed. But I'm not - depressed that it! Confused - yes but mostly by what I just wrote. I believe I truly have a dizzying intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know life really looks like a big loop. I don't know if I want to grow up. I don't want to work, pay bills - it's soo boring, maybe I'll be a missionary, or marry rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the saying "it's not about having what you want, it's about wanting what you have." Man! i've been thinking about that. Do you really want to change what you want - that's who you are. True maybe that will never happen. I might never get the job i want, or go where I want to go blah blah, but at least it's an unhappy ME. or I could be a contented other me. uhhmm. I'll think about the most retarded things forever and never receive an epiphany. so really I'm wasting time. THAT'S RIGHT - GO BE PRODUCTIVE! ok i will! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113207370381885722?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113207370381885722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113207370381885722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113207370381885722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113207370381885722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-so-whats-new-not-much_15.html' title='ok so what&apos;s new, not much'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113207365587110796</id><published>2005-11-15T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:54:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok so what's new, not much</title><content type='html'>Headache emerges - too much caffeine again. you know when you look back and think you should have done something differently. You know what's worse, looking back and wishing you had done something differently, but having the chance and no greater insight. Knowing you didn't figure anything out - and you'd make the same mistakes over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice saying "well at least I learned something." There is nothing consoling in thinking - "man that stinks, but what else is new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, that sounds confusing and a bit depressed. But I'm not - depressed that it! Confused - yes but mostly by what I just wrote. I believe I truly have a dizzying intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know life really looks like a big loop. I don't know if I want to grow up. I don't want to work, pay bills - it's soo boring, maybe I'll be a missionary, or marry rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the saying "it's not about having what you want, it's about wanting what you have." Man! i've been thinking about that. Do you really want to change what you want - that's who you are. True maybe that will never happen. I might never get the job i want, or go where I want to go blah blah, but at least it's an unhappy ME. or I could be a contented other me. uhhmm. I'll think about the most retarded things forever and never receive an epiphany. so really I'm wasting time. THAT'S RIGHT - GO BE PRODUCTIVE! ok i will! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113207365587110796?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113207365587110796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113207365587110796' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113207365587110796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113207365587110796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-so-whats-new-not-much.html' title='ok so what&apos;s new, not much'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-113105885503827881</id><published>2005-11-03T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:24:10.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey - I'm posting again!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well...It's been a long time since I posted. So I thought I would share a little. "Share not scare" - I love that episode. Well, here's what I decided today. I HATE drafting!! What was I thinking! Was I thinking? In theory, it's a good idea - practical, pays well. BUT NOT FOR ME - why did I not know that. Me Nina - want to be art curator, not draftsman. Well darn I just wasted some more of my more valuable possessions - my time. Well I did some research and art curators need to go to school for six years and it is a very competitive field, apparently there aren't that many openings. I called and harassed the Orlando Museum of art this afternoon. I though I was leaving messages in different mailboxes, but I believe now that the same women received ALLL of them, oopps. She really wasn't very nice or encouraging when she called back. I wasn't even asking for a job, just some advice about the kind of person they would be interested in hiring in the future for when they ARE hiring. Yep, not helpful at all. I might have to let that idea go. But you know that is what I wanted to do when I was like 16. That and be a tour guide in Europe. Uhhmm, maybe...no Nina - just say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week was "jolly". I'm looking forward to a peaceful weekend - no dog bites. Just kidding, Abby you are always welcome!!! If any of you guys took mr P's class - I think I almost DIED TODAY!!! his lecture on geometric dimensioning really is inhuman. I really was like, "he's speaking anther language"- I didn't know a single word of what he was saying - I didn't even try to understand what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the alpha and omega is? It is the first letter and the last letter in the Greek alphabet. I'm sure I should have already known that, but I didn't. Just a little tidbit of what I learned in my juicy Art History class - I LOVE that class!!!! Well we have oral review tonight, which I haven't quite finished - so I'm offf!! See ya guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-113105885503827881?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/113105885503827881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=113105885503827881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113105885503827881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/113105885503827881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-im-posting-again.html' title='Hey - I&apos;m posting again!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112447378650777065</id><published>2005-08-19T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T13:51:20.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, that last post was definitely not me.  I would never admit to going to a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm on my lunch break and I've had a pretty good day. As most of you know I am now a bookkeeper. It's just me and my boss al day. and her annoying dogs. Well she decided to call everyone who had outstanding bills. But the only problem is we work for a retirement community so most of them were DEAD! So she ended up harassing all of there relatives. Of course there isn't toomuch she can do if they don't pay up. Great work environment though, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to eat and get back to work.  Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112447378650777065?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112447378650777065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112447378650777065' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112447378650777065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112447378650777065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/yep-that-last-post-was-definitely-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112440268765917063</id><published>2005-08-18T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:04:47.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to take advantage of this opportunity to confess the truth that I am a horrible person.  I would like to apologize to everyone who has ever come into contact with the deep evil side of me.  I have learned a lot from my visits with my psychiatrist of late.  I feel that I'm doing much better.  I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112440268765917063?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112440268765917063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112440268765917063' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112440268765917063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112440268765917063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-would-like-to-take-advantage-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112440204332582062</id><published>2005-08-18T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:54:03.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, you know what is a bad idea?  Jogging at 11:45.  I don't think it could have been hotter.  I was going to go at 7 a.m. but after watching Alias til 2 a.m. the night before I didn't make it.  Um..let's see.  I thought I would mow the grass today.  It's like a foot high ( sophie's just staarted playing the piano, but it's song number 2 which is a nice change - I beleive it's a total of three songs she knows) anyways, the grass...So I get in my ugly mowwing clothes fill the lawn mowwer with gass and DESTROY my arm trying to get that kjsdfhuhdiaukjaiug thing started.  AND NO it never did start!!!  Thus our cats will enjoy playing in the jungle for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112440204332582062?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112440204332582062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112440204332582062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112440204332582062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112440204332582062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-you-know-what-is-bad-idea-jogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112424868680548160</id><published>2005-08-16T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:19:17.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out in service today wwith a brother who quotes 1972 yearbooks by page and paragraph. Plus he was very surprised when I said I didn't want to do doors till noon. I'm going to go see The March of the penguins tomorrow. So far Alice is the only one going with we and she just informed me that if I want her to go with me I have to pay for her ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy school books today. MANNNNN. I only bought one. I think I'm going to try to use the library's copy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched season 1 of Alias last week, now I'm on to season 2. It's just such nice vegging viewing. AND since season 4 which Ben burned for me was taken to Thailand, I have no choice!&lt;br /&gt;It's like 11:15 Sophie just got home and is now playing (HA) the piano, Avril is furiously vacuuming for some reason, and Alice..she is basically going around the house begging for a massage because she's "sick." Not to sick to go to the movies. huummm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112424868680548160?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112424868680548160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112424868680548160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112424868680548160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112424868680548160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-went-out-in-service-today-wwith.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112329584343813626</id><published>2005-08-05T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:44:05.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead kittens in the driveway</title><content type='html'>Sing it boys!  yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right mom was in such a stinky mood the other day, she was gunning it in reverse trying to get to work on time when...you know IT happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom comes flying into the house in hysterics.  From the look of it I thought she had just run over Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell out of bed and buried it- "IT" - a stray kitten that Alice had been feeding for the past three months (since it was born). I even cried I little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA!! yeah right.  I pounded that dirt down as hard as i could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, no, it was very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahah, one down seven more to go!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112329584343813626?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112329584343813626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112329584343813626' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112329584343813626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112329584343813626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/dead-kittens-in-driveway.html' title='Dead kittens in the driveway'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112329528788042712</id><published>2005-08-05T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:40:36.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do thoughts come from...they just come -empire records</title><content type='html'>I know this isn't the most interesting thought, but this is what's been on my mind...Ugly 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's really annoying. When you wear something all day. Then at like midnight. "someone" says "Man, that's an ugly 80's shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just what EVERYONE to know I am not above such helpful hints.  BUT don't wait till 12pm to let me know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND yes, I know my haircut has grown out and looks a little like a boys bowl haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Violette...MORE popsicles for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding I miss her already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112329528788042712?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112329528788042712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112329528788042712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112329528788042712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112329528788042712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-do-thoughts-come-fromthey-just.html' title='Where do thoughts come from...they just come -empire records'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112270578539839719</id><published>2005-07-30T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T04:07:47.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Why not?</title><content type='html'>Well crumbs. My post was just deleted!! I truly hate retyping. What ever you're saying just loosing it's color the second time around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to school for drafting. I know what you're thinking, "She's never mentioned that before." And it's true I've never thought about it until a couple of weeks ago and WHY NOT? I don't know why I can't plan things out like other people. I would have finished a two year degree LAST year if I had. I don't really know much about drafting and I think that's why I'm was able to decide on doing it. If I knew anything about it I would know of reasons why I wouldn't want to do it. That's usually what happens. I'll probably hate it.  I have a feeling it's not going to be as much fun as my "Liberal Arts" degree, but I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part in my favorite book where the main character is asked what he really wants to be. "Just name one thing that you really what to do" his sister says. Because he is so negative of things and hateful, not hateful, just finding fault with everything that he can't name a single thing. Finally he says he would like to stand by a cliff where kids are playing and save them if they fall off the cliff. The only job he could think of was one that didn't exist. That's pretty much how I feel. Everything I consider I reason my way into thinking it would be horrid. But not drafting...I picked it last week, and just signed up for the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I ate one of those Hershey bars that are like four or five times the size or a normal one. And as some of you know it makes my heart beat super fast. SOoo I didn't do to sleep until 4:40 last night and it's 3:45 rats. I'm going to feel crummy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDDING. Lord I just hat it when friends get married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was talking and...Not with myself, but earlier, and you know some people that you know just NEED a boyfriend or girlfriend. They need that constant friend and attention. Well, that goes against what I've always taught myself. I always felt that you can't really be happy with other people unless you are fisrt happy with yourself. But maybe that's just my feelings. I would hate to find myself as someone else's crutch or or relying on someone else in that way. (and I don't mean a day, or week) I mean for life. But maybe other people really don't mind that. I know that sounds like a retarded epiphany. and this has nothing to do with the fact that mt friend's getting married. huum...Goodnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112270578539839719?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112270578539839719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112270578539839719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112270578539839719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112270578539839719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-why-not.html' title='Hey, Why not?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-112234628230875749</id><published>2005-07-25T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:00:48.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina from the HOOD, I mean da hooood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I drove home a different way. There are these two ugly brown signs that say Chuluota. I usually don't enter Chuluota via those signs, but the other day I did. Well some punk had the nerve to right the word "HOOD" after chuluota. The word "HOOD" was the exact same color and size as the word Chuluota. Then I was driving home again and noticed that the little brat had returned and put the word "DA" in front of Chuluota. I'm slowly coming to terms with my new neighborhood. Da Chuluota Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-112234628230875749?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/112234628230875749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=112234628230875749' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112234628230875749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/112234628230875749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/07/nina-from-hood-i-mean-da-hooood.html' title='Nina from the HOOD, I mean da hooood'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111989633003298391</id><published>2005-06-27T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:21:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that Flip Flop?  &amp; Car Accident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READERS:&lt;/span&gt; If you have seen a blue reef flip flop please contact me immediately. I borrowed them from Avril. She now claims they are worth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; $50&lt;/span&gt; which I'm going to have to give to her on Wednesday Morning if I can't find them. One of them was at the end of her bed, but the other one -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a car accident of Friday. You know how they say 90% of car accidents happen within like a mile of your house. Well I never believed that til Friday. Exactly one block from my house a lady ran a stop sign, well really she slowed down, looked to the left,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT THE RIGHT, &lt;/span&gt;and gunned it through the intersection. She hit my car spinning it into the stop sign which is now bent over at about a 45 degree angle, or is that a 135 degree angle? Anyways, it's totally depressing. The fact that I didn't have my proof of insurence wasn't a problem. I just walked home and got it. The police said it didn't look too bad, but then he added, "But I wouldn't drive it, the axle might be bent and your tire might blow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. Rita, now a publisher in my hall, had a little partty on Saturday which turned out to be a lot of fun. There was some other Indian People from Conway cong who played the guitar and sang and there was this other Indian guy with a beard playing the drums. I thought they were AWESOME!! And you know the stick dance from Bride and Prejudice. They had a bunch of the sticks and I learned a little dance. Of course it was a little embarrassing because most people wouldn't try it. But I loved it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111989633003298391?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111989633003298391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111989633003298391' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111989633003298391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111989633003298391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-is-that-flip-flop-car-accident.html' title='Where is that Flip Flop?  &amp; Car Accident!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111958929765680243</id><published>2005-06-24T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T13:20:54.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How it really happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I was using the internet at afriends house. I typed like the first four sentences then got bored and someone else took over. But what really happened wasn't too too different from that great piece of fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What really happened. Sarah and Violette came with me to Bangkok - thank goodness, my bags were...the worst. We take the night bus to Bangkok, arrived at like 5 a.m. We spent all day shopping. I bought ten of these really cute elephant hanging things to give to people. I got a really crapy haircut (boo hoo). I think it was arround 9:30 when I finally said good bye to the girls. By the way Sarah I should have warned you, I'm really crapy with good byes. I basically said "I'm leaving, I'm feeling pretty tire and hailed a cab." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I headed to the hostel - I love that place. It was just me and one other girl and she kept the light on (because she was reading) until like midnight. I don't know why I didn't tell her to turn the freaking light off. I was sorta in a sulking mood I guess. Anyways I spent the night freakishly organizing all the crap I bought that day. I woke up in four hours and quietly left the room. I dragged my two rediculously over stuffed bagsto the curb and waited for a cab. I got to the airport, blah blah blah. Ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, two days before my flight I realized that my visa expired that very day - as in two days before my flight. So while I'm at school doing nothing I decided to research what to do. WELL...everyplace I looked said the same thing - you are fined or arrested. Since there was nothing I could do I figured just pray for a fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm in Bangkok airport thinking everything is dandy- yadah yada I walk up to whatever that place is where they stamp your passport. The man looking at my passport is like ok...ook...ok...ekk, you need to come this way. So I start walking behind him and he does this little finger gesture to two other guys in military uniform and they start walking besides me. At this pont I'm just thinking "if Igo to prison I'm going to REALLY know Thai, and I'm going to have tons of Bible studies, and it's not that bad, Sarah and Violette will come and visit me - they need more excuses to come to Bangkok" I go to this little back room and they start asking me all these questions about WHY I was in Thailand...Then all of a sudden they were like OK, just pay us 400 baht, which I did and I left. Pheuw. Then I gat to Tipai. yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm trying to endure my layover in Tipai as best I could by stretching out over a row of armless chairs and I look down AND WHAT THE HECK!!! Where is my third carrion?????? GONE!! I sat there for ten minutes trying to figure out when I last had it...and I had no idea...I still have no idea where that bag is. I tried my best to complain to everyone that works there, but it didn't help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17 hours later I'm in L.A. the airport where everyone has to pick up their luggage whether it's a connecting flight or not. As I'm pulling my large old lady suitcase off the luggage belt the last buckle breaks off. I then had one suitcase whith wheels and on large 70 pound handleless, buckleless thing. Just made that flight - man that felt awesome. I love being the last one on a plane and knowing becuase you ran you made it!!! ahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made it all The way to GEORGIA and ARRR!!!! The LAST flight- I was so close to being home, in a bed, in aircondioning. It was gone - long gone. Georgia to Florida is only an hour long flight so i thought I'll call my mom and tell her not to pick me up at 2 o'clock in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I call home at 11:00pm - no answer, that's funny. 11:45 still no answer. 12:00 no answer. the airlines gave me a hotel voucher. To get to the hotel you take a little shuttle bus - so I did. Well the hotel is out in the middle of NO WHERE. I check in la dee da. Everythings nice. I'm thinking my mom is going to be so mad when she gets to the Orlando airport with me not there. Apparently there isn't any pay phone at that hotel so I had to walk to a gas station. I called home - STILL NO ANSWER!!!! It's like 12:30 and I'm dead tired. I had Ben's number so I called him and asked him to call one of my sister's cell phones(Ididn't know their numbers) every fiveminutes until he reached one of them. As I'm talking to Ben this huge...well let me set the scene. I'm in Atlanta, with nothing but two gas stations and a hotel in view, and in the far dark corner of the gas station yard there is a dumpster and half way behind the dumpster there is a phone booth - that is where I am standing when this LUNA jumps out and runs along the side walk. It was only a rat but it was the SIZE OF LUNA -it looked JUST like her!!! So Ben gives me Avril's cell phone number. I have no pen or paper so I try to write it in the dirt with a little stick still very much afriad of Luna's evil twin. Again I run out of quarters so I go inside. There are four guys buying beer - I walk in with my preppy hair cut a silver shoes get my quarters and get out. I go back to the dumpster corner - I was practically crawling, trying to read the phone number in the dirt with what sounded like a war of the rodents happening two or three feet away from my head. Finally I came to my senses. " If I die, it will be my own fault" I thought, so I walked back to the hotel. Back at the Hotel Jerry Maguire was on tv so I watched it. I forget the black guy's name who is in that movie but he is SOO Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, that's about it. I sulked for about two days becuase when I got back I thought...Well I don't know what I thought...I guess no one knew I was back...I I discovered something about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm slightly pathetic :) I then made a real gungho effort to well...call people and leave the house. A couple days of door to door and good will shopping and I feel like I'm my old self again. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTE TO VIOLETTE AND SARAH: I'm sorry about the whole no internet stuff, I bought a phone cand and then my wallet disappeared - I'm not kidding. I thought maybe it was in the parking lot over by publix BUT IT WASN'T. So I'm waiting for a replacement credit card to come. As soon as it comes I'm buying another phonecard. Only this times I'm going to ask arround for the cheapest. The last one I bought at 7/11. I thought that's where everyone buys um. but now I'm thinkin I was gipped. Jer go&lt;/span&gt;n mai :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111958929765680243?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111958929765680243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111958929765680243' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111958929765680243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111958929765680243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-it-really-happened.html' title='How it really happened'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111958216727340877</id><published>2005-06-23T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:02:47.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooopppss.</title><content type='html'>Well Guys sorry to disappoint, but not all for that was entirely true.  The part about not having internet was though:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111958216727340877?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111958216727340877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111958216727340877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111958216727340877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111958216727340877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/06/ooopppss.html' title='ooopppss.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111949417846430292</id><published>2005-06-22T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:36:18.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally home.  The reason I haven't emailed or blogged is because Sophie took our only working computer to pioneer school (it's Avril laptop).  Let's see...My flight home was...well you know.....I made it to Tipai and this RAT had been chewing through the bottom of my carry-on luggage (unbeknowest to me) and finally made his way through the bottom right as I'm passing my bags through the security check! Of course this creates screaming from everyone around me and being that some people were pointing their fingures at me in horror, the security guards decide to arrest ME! Why does this have to happen to me?! So then I was held in a waiting room for 45mins before anyone even came in to tell me what was happening, and then another HOUR after that before they got someone that was available that could speak english. Well, they didn't let me keep by bag because "they were afraid of disease being transferred over borders" They sanitized my books and gave me a cheap (but double layered) plasic bag to take my stuff with. WEEEELLLLL, after letting me go (of course my flight is lost by now, and so I have to stay at the airport overnight, and catch the next flight (which isn't until 18!!! hours later) fun fun fun. Actually I'm not going to go into all the details of what I had to go through just to arrive home, so I'll just skip to part where my gifts got stolen by a cross-dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: nina, I'm going to sleep, but don't worry about distrubing me, take your time with finishing your internet stuff. no worries. just shut off the stereo before you leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111949417846430292?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111949417846430292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111949417846430292' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111949417846430292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111949417846430292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111949074560712265</id><published>2005-06-22T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:39:05.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111949074560712265?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111949074560712265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111949074560712265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111949074560712265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111949074560712265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700208213836773</id><published>2005-05-25T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:21:22.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guys I'm coming home in under three weeks!  Holy moley, time flies!  and now that I'm leaving all of a sudden I really don't wany to.  But I keep teeling myself that I'll be back in a year.  I'm just sitting at school.  My next class starts in ten minutes.  Oh my goodness.  The other day I had my class draw a map of the world.  Just the continents.  And I wasn't expecting perfection.  Well did you know that Singapore and Japan make up a continent.   On another drawing every country in Asia was an island.  I'm going to try to scan one into the computer.  But you know that'll probably take me years.  Well, that's all for now.  Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111700208213836773?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111700208213836773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111700208213836773' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700208213836773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700208213836773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700089805586380</id><published>2005-05-25T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:01:38.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/640/IMAGE29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/320/IMAGE29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow...I've had a hard life&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111700089805586380?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111700089805586380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111700089805586380' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700089805586380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700089805586380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/05/meow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700075730802939</id><published>2005-05-25T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:59:17.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/640/P1010174.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/320/P1010174.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people we stayed with in Sydney.  We love you guys :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111700075730802939?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111700075730802939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111700075730802939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700075730802939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700075730802939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/05/people-we-stayed-with-in-sydney.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700070842639990</id><published>2005-05-25T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:58:28.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/640/P1010048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/320/P1010048.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We licked that plate clean. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111700070842639990?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111700070842639990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111700070842639990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700070842639990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700070842639990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-licked-that-plate-clean.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700067184147886</id><published>2005-05-25T01:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:57:51.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/640/P1010170.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/320/P1010170.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to the hostle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11726315-111700067184147886?l=enthousiaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/feeds/111700067184147886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11726315&amp;postID=111700067184147886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700067184147886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11726315/posts/default/111700067184147886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enthousiaste.blogspot.com/2005/05/walking-back-to-hostle.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770533498213258419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/692/963/320/Photo%2040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11726315.post-111700064257743629</id><published>2005-05-25T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:57:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/21/5857/640/P1010125a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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